Jan 152018
 

On Twitter, someone suggested looking at comments as a Found Poem. While I certainly didn’t use it the same context, I decided to take tidbits of phrases out of my comments and turn them into Haikus. Here you go, the most recent 21 comments (and because I didn’t write them, who gets the credit):

Aftercare – Cousin Pons

I think I need to

Towel off after intense

And full encounter.

 

Anal – May Moore and Marie Rebelle

Think anal can be

He tucked you in at the end,

All complicated!

 

Heads – Marie Rebelle, Elliott Henry, and Cara Thereon

Heads are not needed:

Fair to be ambivalent,

Be a fantasy!

 

Conceptualized – Mrs. Fever and Accidental Masturbator

Awesome disturbing

And simultaneously

Conceptualized.

 

Art – May Moore and Aurora Glory

I feel a little

Exhausted, I’m terrible

At art, so to speak.

 

Lingerie – Mixxxer, Tits and Test Tubes, and Aurora Glory

Lingerie is fine,

Different and thus intriguing,

Has me interested.

 

Photo – Cara Thereon and May Moore

Fuck that was hooot, Photo,

Inspired in my humble

Opinion, intense.

 

Slow Trust – Sweeten Dirty

I’m slowly working

Up to it with a partner

I trust, my first.

 

Creepy Rope – Jo, Little Switch Bitch, Elliott Henry

It is creepy rope,

More vulnerability,

Did not work for me.

 

New Something – Tits and Test Tubes, Indigo Bird, and Elliott Henry

Bound woman trying

faceless men, something to do,

Your new creation.

 

Don’t Know – Aurora Glory

You really don’t know

a thing, I’m so pleased, at the

idea behind it.

 

I Adore – Aurora Glory and Marie Rebelle

I can see why I

Adore the addition of

bondage fantasy.

 

Other Things – Bee and Cara Thereon

Other things are far

More pleasurable, surreal;

Creepy: a good thing?

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Jan 132018
 


512px-Edouard_Manet_-_Luncheon_on_the_Grass_-_Google_Art_ProjectMidnight at the Oasis has a new meme called “Art Twist” Here is the original image of Luncheon on the Grass. The point of the prompt is to take a new twist on this. So, not knowing anything about art, nor am I even close to being creatively artistic, I read

The presence of a nude woman among clothed men is justified neither by mythological nor allegorical precedents. This, and the contemporary dress, rendered the strange and almost unreal scene obscene in the eyes of the public of the day…He made no transition between the light and dark elements of the picture, abandoning the usual subtle gradations in favour of brutal contrasts, thereby drawing reproaches for his “mania for seeing in blocks”. And the characters seem to fit uncomfortably in the sketchy background of woods from which Manet has deliberately excluded both depth and perspective. – Google Arts and Culture

Here is my take: I went with the naked woman, clothed males. I made them all headless (and some of their bodies are only half duplicated), well, because I am headless. What you are seeing are several military men dressed up for a special event and awaiting orders. I am in rope, because frankly naked women aren’t shocking, but tied up still has a shock value to it. The background I softened to make it more contrasting, and is from one of my many hikes along the Blue Ridge Mountains. I liked this, despite not knowing how to do editing nor photoshop. It’s creepy to me, and possibly the stuff of fantasies.

 

Sinful Sunday
Jan 122018
 

It began with laying in the middle of the bed, putting on a blindfold. The vast majority of our scenes begin with such a start.

I was caned on the thighs and butt for much longer than normal, rhythmic to the songs to help  lull a quiet mind as it is hypnotic. His fists were next; there is something about knuckles sinking deep into muscles that feels amazing even as it hurts. Punched primarily on thighs, my body jerked with the impact, pressed more fully into the bed. Next, he instructed me to roll over so he could cane nipples – not something that we’ve done much of. The front side of my body was warm from being against the mattress, my backside heated from sting and impact; perhaps it was the warmth that allowed my nipples to handle it much better than I would have imagined. The stinging rod came down and set the already sensitive nubs further alive, more responsive, created a triangle of sensation from nipple to tense low and make me wet.

Rope was sensually strung and rubbed over skin: the inside of my wrists, thighs parted to welcome the twisted fibers, between lips where those same fibers felt rougher amid such sensitivity, breasts and of course the overly receptive nipples. He was unhurried, deliberate in the trail that the rope would follow, created paths that awakened my entire body to touch – not just the more focused upon areas. As wrists were tied, he directed whichever attached hand to grip his cock, and wrapped the rope while receiving treatment from my palm and fingers. I felt his desire growing, a brief interruption as one hand was tied up before the other hand was guided to continue such explorations.

Legs were folded ankle to back of thigh, pressed painfully together tightly in rope, before pulled wide apart at the knees and tied where I felt exposed. The room fan more fully showcased how parted my lips were as the breeze in the room touched wet pink places. A Doxy wand was tied in and barred the breeze’s access between my thighs, pressed at my entrance, began on a low rumble. Eventually, he slowly increased speed as he played with my body with caressing fingertips and his gifted mouth.

“How many orgasms?”

I was unsure, took a guess of three.

“Not enough.” He pressed the wand even harder against my wetness, increased the vibrations until I felt far too overstimulated, thighs tensed and made the rope more painful around. He replaced the scream in my mouth with his cock, sound vibrations reverberated along his shaft through another orgasm before allowing me to breathe.

His mouth was attentive to my nipples, those torturous pinpoints of pleasure throughout my orgasmic torment of the wand.

I begged him to fuck me; he teased me that something else would be inside of me; used my mouth instead, again through another orgasm.

Mercilessly, the wand throbbed between my legs. I begged for it to stop, for him to be inside of me. Again, I received a substitute as he inserted an anal plug – the edge touching the wand and reverberating the vibrations throughout the plug.

Begged again. This time the wand was stopped and rope was casually removed between my thighs holding the toy as his hot mouth slanted down and tongue tasted my orgasms, his fingers occasionally joining in to brush against the sides of my wet lips or delving into my depths.

Already overworked with sensations, his mouth was divine torture. I tensed against his lips, would have grinded myself more fully into his face except he was still unhurriedly untying my thighs. A brief respite as the rope was removed far too quickly to give a true break in passion.

Still, I begged him to fuck me.  He denied me yet again, this time a vibrator was inserted deeply into my drenched depths, slammed in and out. I arched, having full access to my body again, almost came off the bed as I came in sharp waves of pleasure.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, begged he take me instead. He commented on all my begging, encouraged me to let him know how badly I wanted him. When he heard enough, my hands finally felt the purchase of his shoulders, his hips cushioned between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed through the initial resistance of my entrance before pushing down into my body.

Unlike his more slow teasing and taunting up to this point, he kept up a maddening quick pace with sex, rammed almost painfully against my walls, made me come all the more harder from the impact, changed the positions after every couple of orgasms he took from me. Once, when I was rolled over on all fours with knees on the edge of the bed, he grabbed the Doxy wand as he was thrusting in and out and pressed it against the anal plug; my body tensed with the additional sensation and pushed against him and the wand. As he rocked in and out, I felt the plug moving with his hips and cock. I clenched around him in my own orgasms, felt him finally find his own release.

Sweaty, panting, exhausted, I crumpled onto the mattress and he chuckled as he snuggled around my prone form.

Though that led to more caressing, more playing, as my responsiveness tempted him to continue. I asked for his fingers to be shoved in and stretch, wanted to feel more sore in my cunt, screamed through an orgasm that he granted. He lifted my legs, curled them up to gain access to the back of my thighs and bottom to punch, eventually getting tired and moved to his forearms making contact instead of fists, occasionally the impact touched my soaked lips and the plug, created further tension that eventually led to another orgasm.

Tempted by my reactions, again we had so much sex that this time I begged in and out of pleasurable waves of consciousness. Begged to stop, begged not to stop, screamed yes, screamed no. He pounded in and out of my confused pleas until he found his own orgasm.

Snuggled for the second time, his fingers lazily grazed against my skin, made their way between my legs. “You’re so swollen,” he murmured against my ear, which apparently meant I needed to be treated to my vibrator. An orgasm tore through my body and I was unaware of my reaction as I launched away from him, grabbed the vibrator out and threw it on the floor far away from me. He laughed at my unexpected defense instinct against overwhelming pleasure and called a truce.

Exhausted, prompted to clean myself up, he then tucked me in between the sheets and left me alone to pass out into a deep and well deserved sleep the rest of the night.

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Jan 102018
 

Wicked WednesdayTackling the Wicked Wednesday questions: I am not still talking to my ex. Every so often we still have to text each other for managing a few things still, but that’s far and few in between. I am not having sex with him. I can’t even be friends with him – which is an oddity for me, but the emotions for him were far too strong on my end and became far too toxic once we began to separate between the two of us. He was a big part of a lot of changes that I am still being affected by, so he is often on my mind. I am absolutely positive I don’t want to see him in any shape or fashion. I’ve also learned that with time and distance that I would never want to get back with him.

That being said: he wasn’t a bad guy (excusing the brief periods of reconciliation where he was a total jerk). Our marriage was wonderful in so many ways. I don’t wish him ill; I just don’t want him back.

Waaay back when I was married, I would ask my ex-husband the TMI questions on long road trips; I used to record his answers. So since I have them actually on the blog, and he’s already given permission to post this, here they are: 

You are interviewing someone to be your lover, what are the 3 most important questions you will ask?

Will I get sex when I want it?

What three things do you expect from a relationship with a lover/spouse?

Love, love, and love.

What three things do you expect from a relationship with your child?

To love me, to love them, and to be a pain in the ass

How do you mend a broken heart?

With love, love solves all things

What is your favorite therapy (remedial treatment of mental or bodily disorder)?

Destroying stuff is pretty effective

Who in your life has an annoying habit? How do you deal with this?

My wife is ditsy and I love her anyways

In five words, describe yourself. You cannot use the following words: funny, fun, nice, kind, responsible.

Calm, awesome, caring (I forgot what he said for the other two, so I’ll insert: unmotivated and creative)

If in a long time, romantic relationship do you still flirt? How do you flirt with your significant other?

Yes, we still flirt all the time. And I don’t know how I flirt with her because I’m a crappy husband that way.

Who has been the biggest influence in your life?

My wife, she has certainly influenced my life the most.

What kinds of things really make you laugh?

Stupid humor and all the sick shit that I probably shouldn’t laugh at.

What’s your favorite place in the entire world?

Wherever I’m at. I’m pretty content wherever I am.

Who is your best friend? What do you like about him/her?

My wife; she’s pretty awesome.

What’s your biggest goal in life right now?

To not be a failure. (I complained how vague this was, and how he needs attainable goals. He said it boxes him in, and then once he achieves them he has to think of new ones and he’s too lazy for that.)

What was your family like growing up?

Standard, okay, military family

Some things get better with age, have you? What specifically has gotten better?

Yes, I’m more awesome. I don’t know why.

Are you above average or below average?

Above average.

What was the last romantic act you did for someone? Did they appreciate it?

I don’t know because I’m a shitty husband.

Think back to your very last argument, whose fault was it?

Probably mine. I’m pretty certain it was my fault.

What day of the week do you have sex most often?

I don’t know. I have sex every day of the week.

Do you use kissing as an important way to test out a new mate?

I don’t know, I don’t have the experience in this. But yes, kissing is very important.

7. What do you expect from marriage?
a. safety and solidarity and security
b. a journey towards self-fulfillment and self-actualization with a partner that ‘gets’ you

I have both in my marriage.

8. Acts of love & kindness. Which would mean more to you:
a. Taking your partner a cup of tea in bed (or receiving that cup of tea)
b. Giving or receiving a box of chocolates or flowers

a. Taking your partner a cup of tea in bed (or receiving that cup of tea)

What are some challenges related to your sex life?

My wife wants it a lot more than I do.

Is quality or quantity most important?

My wife tells me both are equally important.

How much sex is enough?

Once a week. But it’s in my contract for two times per day.

 

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Jan 062018
 

The Zen Nudist writes about Anal Sex in a way that I can really get behind (pun intended) – one of patience, ladies choice, and consent.

Molly’s Daily Kiss writes about her experiences with anal – which are so nice on their own, but the fantasy towards the end, oh my!

Both sides of anal sex discussed in such riveting detail, by Pain As Pleasure.

I love the questions and the contemplation on babies by The Other Livvy.

This! All the this from Fire and Honey! This is me right now, especially torn down for how I looked right before my ex husband left.

 

Jan 052018
 
Sinful Sunday

I have had three flannels from an ex boyfriend since I was 15. They are cozy, amazing, comforting, large, warm. They are aging and frail by this point, with truly only one fully intact without holes. Still, when I wake up and roll out of bed, I slip into one. Anyone that has seen me in my home has seen me in a flannel (though I’ll also wear them out). I wear flannels so much, they’ve even been seen when I was told to wear my best outfit for a strip dance.  

Jan 042018
 

Anal sex is something that just recently occured in my life, and to date I’ve probably engaged in it about five times, including the first time when I was forced. Because of the rocky start that first time, it was something that I felt I needed to do again, and do it correctly with someone I trusted and shortly after that experience so that I didn’t turn it into something far more dramatic (like getting back on a bike after falling off?). The second time was complicated, especially with moving on from the previous experience, but I’m grateful I tried anal again. The third time was because I believe I should try something at least twice before passing judgment and the first time didn’t count.

Now? It’s meh. Mr. Texas has been the depth of my experience in this and he realized it was a go-to when he felt frustrated with me (something he had every right to feel in between all the reconciliation attempts with my ex-husband). Since he discovered that motivating factor for him, and because I am so neutral on the whole experience, we haven’t had anal sex in quite some time. Mr. Texas also isn’t the biggest fan, though I believe this to be because it was a turn off for him until we decided to give it a go and he’s slow to change his opinion on things.

So no, I don’t have a thing for anal sex, though at times I quite like anal stimulation.

I’ve also been the giver with pegging my ex-husband and my take away was it was hot to watch him be pleased but didn’t do much for myself, though I did learn that the thrusting motions are far easier from that side than to bounce up and down or even grind as the person being penetrated on top – no wonder men in my life can go forever if they want to.

I’ve also learned that having anal sex makes me feel more submissive somehow, less likely to make decisions or give a call to action – I want him to be pleased first and foremost. Anal sex isn’t unpleasant, I’ve even orgasmed from it, but it’s certainly not my kink and nor something I believe I’ll actively pursue (at least, not yet; my kinks have certainly expanded over time).

Jan 022018
 

1. Did you make any resolutions at the start of 2017? If yes, how did you do at keeping them? What one thing are you still doing?

No I did not other than have a plan (not a resolution) to buy a house, which I did. I’m not personally (because I’m not handy) but Mr. Texas is working on making some spectacular changes like tearing down a building in the back and build a rope room that will look like a Japanese Tea House on the outside. He’s also built an amazing fence and gate that can suspend a person. I’m pretty lucky to be settling down with him.

2. Pick three words to describe your year 2017.

Numb, busy, surviving.

3. What was your biggest personal change in 2017?

Committing to Mr Texas and getting us a house. It was a good change but not without some challenges.

Figuring out how to cope with wanting to reach out and call my sister (and even my ex-husband) and not being able to anymore. That was rough so many times over.

4. What was totally unexpected in your 2017?

Almost never seeing The Wanderer, and finding peace with my job.

5. What was the best thing that happened to you in 2017?

My children (the best thing that happens to me every year), and making a house a home. Oh and my puppies (gosh I love my puppies). 

Mr Texas’ golden retriever boy teaching my brat girls to climb the stairs

Bonus: Did you make new year resolutions for 2018? Share a few with us? Any of them repeats from 2017?

Nope not a one. I used to make lists of things to accomplish (not necessarily for the new year) but I don’t even do that anymore.

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