1. Tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship.
Financial, perhaps? I don’t know, I don’t tend to stay in bad relationships
2. Do you wish your private life was kinkier?
Yes, I do. It’s kinky, but not as much as I wish
3. Tell us about your weirdest sexual experience.
I don’t know about my weirdest, that almost implies negative, and I love my sexual experience. Having sex in front of people was pretty weird, I guess.
4. Can you have a totally hands-free orgasm?
Yes, after I’ve had multiple orgasms.
5. What tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)?
Bonus: Is it okay to not celebrate Valentine’s Day even though you have a partner? Why or why not?
Absolutely it is, though Mr. Texas and I have already celebrated (he cleaned my car and took me out to an early dinner date). I’m not big into Valentine’s Day – I appreciate it far more when a partner shows he cares on other days than a day that he’s supposed to
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I’ve seen boot blacking done, and it can be incredibly sexy and erotic. My own personal experiences with boots are not very sexy. When I think of boots, I don’t think of leather boots – I don’t think of the boots I’ve been wearing since I was a teen. I own a pair of knee highs with a decent heel, they make me feel sexy.
But no, when I see the word boots, I think of a freshly molded military man. Being a military spouse has clearly clouded this term to my association.
But military men can be incredibly sexy…chiseled, ready for combat, in his prime. I wrote about my ex-husband once:
He is amazingly fit: he can carry someone across enemy lines, run for distances and speed if need be while being bogged down in weighty gear, can do pull-ups with ease, lift ammo cans, squat and shoot a rifle. I can think of no one more athletic that I am honored to be with than a man who commits his body to his country, to shed sweat and tears and blood for it. But he is just not athletic because his job requires it: he also is a runner by nature, loves to swim, and cycle.
The sexier side of him can lift me easily up for a kiss, or to manipulate me where he wants me. My legs can wrap around his small waist, my arms can barely (heck I may not be able to do this, and if he were around, I’d test it) wrap around his broad chest or shoulders. My eyes can feast of the visual image of his arm muscles bulging when he is braced above me, can feel the ripples of muscles under my fingertips as he moves in and out of me. – Welcome Home
I have been incredibly aware of his boots (and Mr. Texas, as he is also military) under my bed, or wrapped around his ankles still keeping his pants up far too high for great movement as I have yanked down his pants to have him in my mouth, or inside of my body.
Th e picture was Atargatis’ idea, and I quite loved the concept, and I loved the feel of his boot pressing me into the ground, asserting his dominance on such a physical level, the slight humility of it. I think I would like it if it was done for more than a picture – but I’ve not had this experience.
Honestly, the most I’ve experienced with boots that comes to mind is tripping over them. Military men tend to have a few pairs, and from speaking to other spouses over the years they seem to be littered in walk ways just for tripping purposes (kind of like legos with kids). My toes hurt from the word association from stubbing them so frequently against the boot; I think of the sound of the lace cords being yanked up tight.
And yes, sometimes, just sometimes, I think of the boots preventing his pants from fully coming off because our passion will not allow the time to remove them.