My first Peekaboo Bra

Thanks to a follower for this gift. My very first peekaboo bra. I love the color. It’s blue with lots of glitter. I could have gone without the glitter. It doesn’t fit like I had hoped. I guess my boobs aren’t as big as I thought. The bra also came with matching panties. I haven’t decided yet it I’m gonna use that photo, we’ll see. I might end up taking another one better, ya never know, right?!

I greatly appreciate the gifts that I am given. I love it when I look in the mailbox and see that there are packages for me.

Thanks again for present!

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A Monday Maid to Remember [SS 326]

I was asked by one of my efriends & follower bloggers if I could take so photos for him to use in his Masturbation Monday post.

He told me about his story and what he was wanting as far as photos. He was looking for a sexy maid. I grabbed my maid costume and lipstick. Take a few photos & sent the best ones to him to look over.

I’m assuming that he knows that I LOVE to dress up, especially for photos. I’m always looking for costumes, makeup and other props to use in my photos. I’ve even gotten some of my friends and family in on looking for unique items for me to use. Since the mother-in-law was staying with us for almost two months I’ve had no time to myself. He was giving me a chance to jump-start my creative juices & getting back in to the habit of taking photos. [Thanks E!!]

I’m still not comfortable in posting nudes. I don’t think I will ever be comfortable in my skin. I enjoy taking photos of my cleavage, legs, lips & eyes and generally dressing up. If you ever need a photo for a post, keep me in mind. It’s always fun trying to come up with ideas & dressing up.

Here are some of the left over photos.

 

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His Darkness affects My Darkness

I don’t remember how long it took me to finally trust or to feel secure with my Beloved. It’s going on 20 years of insanity between us. Looking back I don’t think we had a lot of problems but outsiders looking in have told me that they thought we were getting divorced because of all the bickering.

Now that Mr. Sam has been in my life I can see where & how my insecurities crop up. For those of us who suffer from Borderline, having someone else who also has a mental illness only causes more issues that need to be addressed.

Caring for them both for them deeply, I don’t ever want to lose either one of them. However, at times one of them shuts down on me. I feel left out. I have no idea whats going on in that head of his. Sadly that the sociopath in me doesn’t care, but that’s with anyone. I’m not a person to ask lots of questions, unless I’m looking for something. I probably should ask questions because someone who suffers from chronic depression can easily slip down that slope into total darkness to be lost in their madness.

I always have to “emotionally vomit” on one of the important men in my life. Emotionally vomiting (my term that I always use) is when I have to get everything out of my being so that I don’t erupt on the wrong person or do or say something, anything that I will regret. So one day my Beloved asked me “Wait. Wait. Are you mad at me? Did I do or say anything to upset you? Is this directed at me?”

I laughed and said NO silly. I just need to vent so that I don’t explode. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. I continued. It’s what I do now. I vent on one of the two men, who ever is available at the time. Now if neither one is available then there is a problem because I get frustrated, impatient and restless. Those feelings then push me to do impulsive things, things I wouldn’t normally do, well maybe. Things that try to fill the emotional void. Sometimes I think I do things to make me feel, something, anything.

Emotions … acting without the benefit of intellect.

I know can see that communication is key in any relationship. But if one has a mental illness and shuts down then what? Do I get in their face and demand for them to talk? I won’t. I can’t. When it comes to Mr. Sam I am still walking on shaky ground. What bothers me the most is his inability to just tell me what he needs, if its space, time or a shoulder. Then again when someone is falling into their darkness how can they reach out? I know that he is not leaving me (yet) and I am not leaving him. I do enjoy his friendship, his tenderness and ability to see me for who I truly am.

The best thing for me is to keep my hands busy because when the mind has nothing to focus on then that’s when I get into trouble. I have tons of things to do. Things that I have neglected for months. But first things first, get some photos done and then finish up all those reviews I have.

After I published this post, one of the last songs Charlie had played for me came on my playlist. I floated away to that moment that our relationship was falling apart, but the lyrics to this song can now apply to Mr. Sam. I don’t ever want to lose him but yet a part of me knows nothing last forever. I will do what I do best when we get like this. If you wanna know the song you can find out by clicking this youtube link.

The Noon Day Heat 

Yesterday was super hot & humid. I hate this kind of weather because I don’t like to sweat. But when I’m not leaving the house I don’t mind so much. Today I was outside working in the yard & painting the garage door.

I was sweating so much, sweat running down my neck and down my cleavage. I did get some sun on my back, but not my front.

If I wasn’t so afraid of getting nipple sunburn I would go topless in my yard. I have a 6 ft privacy fence but the neighbors can still see me if they look out their second story windows.

 

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Jager Night

Friday night is my night to spend out at the bar drinking & socializing. Hanging out with Mr. Sam and the old crew. On this specific night I went out without telling Mr. Sam and was talking with my very friend. I felt guilty for not telling him, but a part of me felt like I was too close that I was getting dependent on him for my emotional needs.

And when I do that I tend to get burned, my involvement with my former PIC the notorious Charlie, has left me defensive and suspicious of any behaviors. I just felt that if i let my guard down with Mr Sam that nothing good can or would come from that. I know that I am living in a fantasy world, waiting for the castle that I built in the sky to crumble down to earth. I wanted to feel that independent feeling again, attached to no one. Yet even with my closest friends I felt alone. The more I drank, the more intense that feeling got. I still longed for Mr Sam to be there with me, yet I knew in the back of my mind my security blanket has always been my Beloved.alcohol

There are some behaviors that I have noticed with Mr Sam that reminds me of Charlie and my fear is that soon, in the near future we will become toxic for each other. Mr Sam is an alcoholic and so was Charlie. I still haven’t figured out why I need to have a drunk somewhere in the background of my life. Mr Sam understands me better than my Beloved does, which is a wonderful feeling. Trying to explain my issues, illness and other things to my Beloved can be exhausting, but Mr Sam always gets me.

When I arrived at my regular dive bar I text Mr Sam for him to come down to see me. I had drunk a lot by then, and had started drinking a lot of water. I wanted to have fun, experience that feeling I felt when Mr Sam & I first met. I didn’t want to get too drunk that I would be hung over in the morning but I wanted to hit my plateau as Mr Sam calls it. When I wasn’t looking Mr Sam order me a shot of jager. Jager can make me go either direction just depends on my mood. I can be easily angered by other buzzed people. The shot of jager got me to that plateau where I enjoyed a comfortable buzz until the bar closed.

One Sex-crazed Night [Guest Blogger]

You wake up to discover new message.
I went on to your blog and read a few stories. One that caught my attention was the urethral sex that’s the pee hole. Below is a story based on one of my experiences.

I dated a lady who to my amazement was more of a freak than me (I was in sexual heaven). We stayed up very late night or perhaps it was actually early. A consequence of all the alcohol and nose candy. Twenty-hour sex sessions, you know the kind. When you’ve done all the licking, sucking and fucking, vibrators, dildos kind of sex. The night was still young; we were even used some vegetables, fruits and whip cream. We just started in on the freaky stuff. We did anal that felt erotic. We needed a cool off before starting our next phase; we rested & cleaned up a little. We were ready for another round.
I started eating her ass; she tasted so good. I just ate it & tongue fucked her for a while.  We used our double dildo so that we could both enjoy some anal sex. I’m not gay, but I enjoyed it. It was so stimulating, such a turn on that it got me even more excited. My body trembled with excitement. I stroked my cock as we fucked. I came. My cock was still swollen & hard as a rock, didn’t think it would be going down anytime soon. Putting the dildo aside, I mounted her. Fucking her little ass until her hole just stayed open. I would spit into her gaping hole and pound my rock hard cock into her again & again.
In a commanding breathy voice she cries out “ohhh. Yes! Harder! Slam it in deep! Leave it there, leave it in!” She begins squeezing my cock with her ass! FUCK! That felt so good! I pushed the head of my cock into her ass, she’d squeeze, sucking the rest of my hard cock into her hole. I couldn’t stop myself from pounding her tight ass resulting with her ass being filled with my cum. That made me weak in the knees, but we were both wide awake & horny. She was ready for more! So I finger fucked her, fucked her with a vibrator until she squirted and screamed in ecstasy.
Since we had been drinking earlier in the evening, I had some of those smooth plastic drink stirrers with the small ball at the top. I walked to the kitchen to get one of the drawer, washed it with soap & hot warm. A good rinse and a quick soak in just plain hot water.  I walked quickly back to our bedroom. She’s laying there with her legs wide apart, rubbing her clit and moaning softly to herself. My cock was instantly hard just standing there watching her.  Kneeling on the bed, making my way towards her exposed pussy. I stuck my tongue out and gently licked her. She moved her hand to the sides, opening up her pussy to me. Sticking my finger inside her again, she gasps. This goes on for a while longer until I think she’s ready the next level. I lubed up the drink stirrer, gently inserted into her pee hole. I felt her body tighten and tense up. She groaned loudly. I continue playing with her until she squirts & cums everywhere.
She smiles at me with a devilish grin “your turn!” she exclaimed.
“You be gentle, ok? And if it hurts too much, we stop!” I spoke in a concerned and whiny tone.
Cleaning the drink stirrer she gets it ready my for turn. Sucking on my cock, cupping & squeezing my balls, she inserts it into my slit. Slowly she pushes it down into my shaft, fucking my cock. It was wild! I didn’t want her pushing it too far down. Gently massaging my cock, getting me worked up and stretching out my opening she gets a small beaded necklace breaking off the clasp. I think because we were both buzzed on booze and high on the blow I didn’t care what she was doing to me. She starts pushing one bead at a time into my pee hole. It felt really strange, not causing pain. Feels like I have goose bumps at the base of my cock because I’m so hard and can feel every sensation, tingles all over. It felt freakish mind-blowing. We ended up sticking some of the beads into her. Now we were connected, she straddles me and starts riding my cock. Starting real slow sliding down with the beads moving around.  This sensation was like nothing that I have ever experienced.  We couldn’t fuck with them just sliding inside her. She pulls the beads out her hole. She cuts the string leaving 4 beads outside of my cock, the rest of the beads are still inside. Then she sits back down on my cock and starts fucking me. She’s putting my cock in all of her holes.  Going nuts on my cock, it did feel good until I had to cum. We removed the beads slowly, my pee hole was gaping.  She was so turned on by seeing my hole gaping that she shoved my cock back into her tight ass.  Demanding me to fuck her.
“Cum in my ass, baby!!”
“Fuck me hard and cum in my ass!”
Who am I to deny her? So I did. I came hard, shaking as if I was in a pool of icy water.  My poor cock looked beat up, battered, but not bruised.
That was one crazy night I never forget or ever repeated, but I do have that experience &  the memories.
Story based loosely on true events. Written by guest writer – WB
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Friday Afternoon [SS320]

Are you like me when it comes to masturbation and sex? You know, when you go too long without it and you turn into that tightly wrapped bitch? It’s been over a week for me without sex or my daily “me-time.”

We have a house guest for a few weeks. The guest bedroom is directly across from the master bedroom which makes me self-conscious about having sex or masturbating. I would prefer to go without at that point.

However, turning into the up-tight bitch in need of some release is not good when entertaining house guests. Friday afternoon the house was empty. I took advantage of the time alone, using my new gift (nipple pumps) and my Satisfyer Pro 2. Thanks to both of these products I felt that release that I desperately needed to carry on.

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Twist & Pull [boobday]

I have been absent from so many blogging memes. Life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Unless blogging is your business, then it’s something you have to do. It’s a responsibility isn’t it?! Sometimes I feel with blogging I have to “work” at it. I slacked off for most of this year.

Trying to learn to balance everything & everyone in my life can really be draining.

Once again my summer is kind of a bust. Our empty nest is now full again. My “me-time” is so limited these days. Today my Beloved decided to take our company out and about to give me some free time for myself. I wasted no time.

A special THANK YOU to a thoughtful follower/fan for thinking of me and sending me these nipple pumps by Angel Kiss.

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