HNT...Showing Some Leg

This has been a busy week and today will be a busy day, so here is a picture that I already had. It counts as half naked because I was wearing panties and t-shirt under that sheet!

Eight

I was tagged to complete a meme revolving around the number eight. Some might have seen it or been tagged yourselves. I'm doing it...but with a twist. Instead of listing my eight favorite movies, books I read, songs I listen to, and such I'm putting a little naughty spin on it. If you're interested in stealing...go ahead. If you're not...okay by me.

8 Sexual Things I Want To Try (implying that I haven't done this, but think it sounds like fun)

• Squirting...my orgasms are great without the squirting, but I still want to be able to experience the phenomenon
• The Mile High Club
• Panties with a little remote that someone else controls...is this something real or did I just make something up?
• Being watched...I recently read a story on Watching My Wife about a couple that were being watched by someone in another hotel room from across the courtyard. I think I might be able to get into that.
• Public sex...I mean some place where the possibility of getting caught is high.
• Have sex in a car...being ruled mostly by the good girl I never had sex in a car...didn't seem lady-like
• Nipple clamps...might be something fun
• Play with a strap on...does that one really need some sort of explanation?

8 Things I've Said During Sex

• "Oh God!"
• "Fuck me"
• "Harder"
• "Please..."
• A name...99% of the time his
• "Yes!"
• "Oh baby..."
• Do groans and moans count as said words?

8 Things I Find Completely Sexy About A Guy

• When he calls me Darlin'
• Watching him drive...I don't question this, but I love seeing a guy drive
• Body hair...not Sasquatch, but enough that I can run my fingers through
• When he is the bug killer!
• Fingers that just...fit
• Good teeth
• A sense of humor that is kind of off...I have a sense of humor that is kind of off
• His scent

8 Favorite Sexual Positions

• Missionary...I know it sounds completely vanilla and boring, but I love the eye contact, his weight on me, and the way my thighs feel up around his hips
• Doggy...great for spankings
• Cowgirl
• Spooning
• The Butterfly...perfect on the edge of the bed
• 69
• the one where I'm on my stomach, but not with my ass in the air
• sitting...both of us

By the way...you should go here. The couples are animated. I had a lot of fun and learned a couple of things!

Wake Up Call

I was tired yesterday, but it was a very-well-worth-it type of being tired. (Just some information you probably don't need...I'm usually in bed at 9:45pm and asleep at 10:05pm because the alarm goes off at 5:15am. I'm one of those girls who needs her full eight hours. Yes, I know that isn't eight, but it is close after I hit snooze several times.) Most of the time, I enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep.

Well, Thursday night was a little different. I'd heard from him (him...best I can come up with in terms of nicknames without being too revealing) that he was going to be out with a friend so I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. After changing into my usual pajamas (panties and t-shirt...not exactly naughty girl stuff) and snuggling down in the covers I was out by 10pm. Sometime around 11:30pm I heard my cell phone give the familiar tweet tweet of a text message.

I could so fuck your brains out right now

Being sleepy and thinking that sounded pretty darn good, I asked what was stopping him. Yeah, distance is sort of a pesky problem at the moment, but I thought the phone might make it seem not so far. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy getting phoned by him?!

When I get home?

Being woken up for a fucking might be fun...your call

I thought he was on his way home, so for a few minutes I just laid there. I slid my fingers under the band of my panties and simply rested them against the soft flesh right above my pussy. After a minute of light tapping I decided to wait. I turned back onto my side and slipped easily back into sleep.

I'm pretty sure I went back to sleep with a little smile on my lips. One of the best things about texting and chatting with him is the flirting. And that flirting always leads to just a sweet mmm feeling. I'm sure I always have that little smile on after I get a text, have a chat, or talk to him. So, even if he'd changed his mind about calling, I'd have been happy to fall back asleep just thinking about being woken up to get phoned.

As it turns out, he didn't call right away. It was a little after 2am before the phone rang. By that time I was pretty much dead to the world so he got a very sleepy hello. I don't remember much of the words, but I do remember his voice. Mmmm...what a voice. Anyway, I did manage to turn on my back, raise my knees, and easily slipped my fingers into my panties. I find the idea of being woken up, all soft and pliant, to easy and gentle touches and kisses so erotic. It can turn hot and greedy, but those first few minutes of gentleness...oh my.

I was fully awake by the time he told me that he wanted to hear how wet I was for him. I tried, but the panties were going to have to go. After a little hip lifting and leg wiggling, the panties were in the floor, my fingers were deep in wetness, and he was able to listen. We explored me riding him, him between my thighs sliding deep, a little double penetration, and finally my ass in the air and his hands on my hips while he was balls deep inside my wet pussy. I don't exactly recall, but I hope there was some hair-pulling and biting involved in that.

Panting breaths, groans, moans, whispered names, an oh god, a couple of that's-my-girls, and two orgasms later I was shaky and soaking. It was close to 3am and we each needed to sleep (truthfully I was already headed back that direction...I'm such a guy after I cum...just let me sleep!) to be ready to face the work day in just a few short hours. Saying goodnight, I dropped the phone on the carpet by the bed and turned onto my side gathering the pillows around me. Just so you know, the pillows were a poor substitute for what I wanted snuggled up next to me.

I laid there feeling the wetness on my inner thighs and between my cheeks. I thought about texting that to him, but didn't have the strength to reach over the bed and find the phone on the floor. I briefly thought about getting up and cleaning up, but decided that could wait. I was glad I did because I got to think about it all again the next morning in the shower as I took care of the clean up.

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy this getting phoned thing?!

HNT...Lovin' Pink

I love pink! Pink is one of my favorite colors and I just love how there are so many shades of pink in this HNT.

I hope you love pink too!

Funny Thing About Fantasies

Since everyone seems to agree that phone sex is a very good thing, I thought I'd share a phone fantasy. Sorry those of you who were trying to get details on the new guy (he really needs a nick name doesn't he?!)...this isn't a fantasy I share with him.

Phone sex is usually something that I enjoy with a guy that I'm dating. It is some what of an extension of our physical relationship, but sometimes there is a gentleman who is strictly a phone partner. This was the case with "Bob". He was an older man who enjoyed a good time just as much as I did. That was the extent of what we had in common. He was older; I was younger. He was at the beginning stages of a divorce; I was at the end stages of a long relationship. Phone sex wasn't a regular thing between us either...it happened occasionally when we could both make it work with our very different schedules. When it did happen it was extremely hot.

As I'm discovering, being submissive is something I'm interested in exploring. He picked up on that right away (without me dropping any hints) and ran with it. "Bob" was extremely good at finding that kink streak and tapping it. I'm not sure exactly how the fantasy started or what we were playing at, but I was on the verge of coming. He was breathing hard and was on the brink himself. Then he said the three words that basically changed our phone relationship. He came groaning, "Have my baby."

I can't even explain how that effected my orgasm. After we'd both returned to normal breathing, I knew he was embarrassed. I wanted to reassure him that it wasn't a turn off, but just the opposite. We talked about where exactly that idea had come from and why we both found it so erotic. It was so crazy. I want to have kids at some point in my life, but it isn't now. I have a phobia of getting pregnant now because I know myself and I'm not ready for motherhood. Also, he had two children...the youngest practically out the door. He wasn't looking to start over again. So, where was this coming from?!

For the next few phone sessions we didn't stray into that area at all. Finally, he said how hot the thought of getting me pregnant was and that even though he hadn't mentioned it he was thinking about it. I had secretly been turned on by it too. We tried to talk it out and find a reason as to why we each found this so hot. I liked the idea because what could be more submissive...letting someone come inside my unprotected body? He liked the idea because he was leaving his mark on me in a very public way...what could be more dominant? So, from then on it was our thing. Outside of the phone, it was a fantasy that we would never consider making a reality. Eventually when our phone relationship came to an end so did that fantasy. And we were both okay with that.

And just so no one gets the wrong impression, it isn't a fantasy I'm looking to pick up with someone else. I think that fantasy was right with that person at that time. I'm not sure I'd find it so hot with someone else. Fantasies are funny like that, don't you think? Have you ever had a fantasy that was so outside of your norm? Tell me about it...make that baby one seem not so crazy!

Getting Phoned

I'm getting phoned. And I completely hope that sounds as dirty to you as it does when he says it to me! Yes, I'm enjoying some very hot phone sex.

I like sex. I like having sex, reading about sex, occasionally watching people have sex, and talking about sex. Along that line is phone sex. I wouldn't consider myself new to the concept of phone sex. I mean I've had plenty of phone time with the guys I dated. But, I don't want you thinking that I'll give my number out to any thing with a Y chromosome either. I consider myself to be pretty discriminating when it comes to any type of sex. If you were to ask, I'm sure he'd tell you that he had to work for the number.

Anyway, this is a fairly new thing. I really like how he appreciates the naughtiness, but he seems to truly respect and be turned on by the good girl behind all that naughtiness too. We haven't turned into phone bunnies, but I do so enjoy the times we can indulge. This afternoon was one of those times. We each had some things we needed to get accomplished this afternoon so we were sort of on a time line. Thanks to some creative finger work (all me) and a very sexy voice telling me what to do and what not to do (all him) things were very well taken care of and in a timely fashion.

Okay, I guess that is all I wanted to say. I'm enjoying some really hot phone sex! Now, if you're inspired (and even if you're not) get a dial tone and get busy phoning!

HNT...Be My Valentine (With Click Through!)

You might notice that this looks a little bit different, but that is because Hank helped me figure out how to do that "click through" thing so now if you click the above picture you'll be able to see yet another view of my red unmentionables!

Well Crap...

...I've been poked, prodded, and swabbed (in the most unusual of places) and it all comes back the same...positive for the flu. Damn. This little cartoon pretty much sums it up. If I was going to be writhing and moaning in my bed I'd much rather it be with pleasure rather than body aches and fever. Please send some get well wishes my flu-wracked body's way.

HNT...Fresh From The Shower

I had a lot of fun with this little photo shoot over the weekend! It is hard to tell, but I'm oiled and lotioned up in this picture. Oh and I was freshly shaved (the legs and underarms...hadn't gone bare yet!) so my robe seemed even more soft. I don't know why, but I think the little lock of wet hair that is visible is sort of sexy.

Patience Is A Virtue

I wrote this story not long ago and it has since become one of my absolute favorites! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

They relaxed together on the couch. They each were enjoying the pleasure of just being in the other's company. With all the stress and busyness of the week they had basically fallen into bed and gone straight to sleep each night. She wasn't even sure she'd kissed him goodnight last night. Deciding to catch up on some pleasure time with him, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she turned onto her back and let her knees come up. She guided the hand that had been comfortably resting on her thigh to the soft curve of her belly.

Placing the laptop on the end table next to the couch he shifted slightly. Looking down at her, he allowed the corners of his mouth to tilt upward. It was easy to read the desire and playfulness in her eyes. She tilted her neck as he bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her mouth relaxed as his took control; his tongue slipping between her lips and touching the fleshy part of her cheek. A fine tingle began to make it's way down her spine to the gathering dampness in her panties.

She laced her fingers through his and let her thighs part. Together they slipped their hands into her panties. His fingers slowly curled into the soft hair guarding her center. Using pressure to communicate her need to be touched on a deeper level, she led fingers to her already slick slit. He pulled his fingers free of hers and pulled the hem of the shirt up over her breasts. She moaned her disapproval to which he simply grinned. Her breasts were small in size, but he adored them. His fingers began to tease the already puckering flesh around her nipples. He could feel each breath she took.

With her hand still in her panties, she began to squirm. He reached for her wrist to stop the touch.. She needed to take the edge off and he wanted to draw the pleasure out.

“I can take care of myself.”
“Not as well as I can.”

With that promise, he shifted off the couch. She went up on her elbows to stare at him. He held out his hand to her needing her to let him fulfill that promise. She sat up and placed her hand in his. With a soft tug, he pulled her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed her. It was gentle, but it conveyed that he understood her need for something very ungentle. She sighed and he moved his mouth down the side of her neck, nuzzling and nipping with his teeth and teasing with his tongue. Liquid heat pulsed between her thighs. Without speaking, she let him lead her to their bed.

Stopping at the edge, her impatient fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled upward. He allowed the shirt to be pulled over his head and thrown to the floor. She reached for her shirt, but his hands stopped her. He loved her enthusiasm but wanted to draw out the pleasure for both their sakes. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him, but he'd learned the benefits of taking one's time.

He pushed his body into hers urging her to sink back onto the bed. She immediately began to scoot back crab style to the middle of the bed. Deciding to give into her demanding nature he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled. She raised her bottom to speed up the process. As soon as her panties hit the floor, he returned for his shirt. Her hands were already raised above her head and she had a saucy smile on her face.

“Patience is a virtue baby.”
“It isn't one of mine...”
“Lucky for us, it is one of mine.”

The shirt quickly joined her panties on the floor. He pushed his sweats down and kicked them away. She lay back with her thighs slightly parted and her hands above her head. He simply looked. She met his gaze, letting all her need show in her eyes. Desire for this woman hit him with a brutal blow. He needed her. He needed to be inside her and surrounded by her. He loved her body. He loved the shape and texture. He laid down next to her and let his hand rest heavily on her lower stomach. He took her mouth, gentle at first, savoring the taste of her as his tongue tangled with hers. She sighed as she relaxed into him, her body trusting his to take care of every need, moving against him in silent plea. “Such a temptation,” he whispered against her mouth.

Knowing that she found kissing the most enjoyable form of foreplay, he continued to take her mouth as he touched all parts of her body. He did it to heighten both their arousal. It worked. He could sense her arousal heighten, knew it was for him alone. The look of utter need in her eyes was for him and it was powerful. Her tongue slid over his skin before she whispered his name in a heated caress.

He moved between her thighs, the tip of his hard cock resting against her now drenched center. He didn't move his hips, though her hips were arching trying help his cock find its way inside her body. With his weight resting on his arms, he began to trail his mouth down her body. He was deliberately slow as he brought his hot mouth to her breast. He took the hard tip inside. Alternating between both breasts, he was both rough and gentle, slow and fast, a bite of sensual pain eased by a soothing stroke of his tongue. Her body was arching and moving against his. “You have to do something,” she pleaded.

She murmured something hot and erotic and very unladylike. His body throbbed in response. She met his eyes with a look that said she was at the edge. She'd endured as much as she could. She silently begged for mercy. Lifting away from her, he stared down into her eyes as he leaned forward and slowly pushed his cock into her. The connection between them tightened as she closed her delicate flesh around him. His body began a rhythm that finally matched her need for hunger. She slid her fingers down his back, cupping his ass as he thrust deeper into her wet center.

She felt her body tighten all too soon. The tiny clutches around his cock caught them both by surprise. He'd wanted to come with her, but she was too close. He increased the tempo until she arched in his arms. Holding still, he let her climax wash around him. Each pull of her tight, wet body was the most incredible form of torture. He gripped her hips, holding her down as he thrust into her twice more. Finally, he let his body have control. His release was intense. Heat curled up his spine and settled low in his belly as her tight pussy gripped and milked ribbons of hot semen from his body.

He was right, she couldn't take care of herself like this.

To Bare or Not To Bare (Update)

With the exception of swimsuit season, I do not particularly give my pubic hair region much thought. In my last relationship, he was from an era when the full look was a very good thing. That worked for me. The maintenance and up keep were very low and worked just fine for the both of us. Now that the relationship is over (hence he shouldn't be seeing it again any time soon) I thought it might be time for a change. Currently I have this over grown little garden down there (mmm, I have to wonder if that might have been a little too much information...) which at the very least needs some reshaping. As embarrassing as this is to admit, I'm sort of lazy when it comes to removing body hair. I do manage to keep any stray upper lip, chin, and eyebrow hairs out of sight, but for the most part I tend to let legs and underarms go for days before I take a razor to them. So, I'm not thrilled at the prospect of having to begin daily pubic hair maintenance.

That started me wondering...just how important is this pubic hair stuff? From seeing a handful of porn I understand that bare has its advantages. Just like I don't really care for having to stop and remove a hair from my mouth, I would assume the same would hold true for guys. Also, panties must feel amazing against the smooth skin! Plus, I wonder if you feel just a little more daring, a little more exposed walking around bare as the day you were born. The drawback though...the up keep. That terrible growing out stage where you feel and look a little bit like a porcupine isn't pleasant for anyone. Then if you want to avoid the porcupine growing out stage you have to maintain that smoothness daily. Ick...sounds like too much work for my 5am showers. A sleepy me and a razor at my crotch probably wouldn't be a good idea. I've given myself enough tiny nicks on my legs to know that my crotch probably wouldn't be any different. I've been told there are some amazing gels and creams out there that would eliminate the chance of self-mutilation. So maybe this bare thing is doable.

I could take the landscaping approach and just thin the top and smooth out the edges a little. Actually, I'd probably end up snipping and shaving and trying to "even it up" so much that I'd be left with a stray hair right in the middle. That mental picture is pretty amusing. And of course when the hair starts to grow back... Of course, maybe I could just go somewhere and have it done. As long as it didn't involve wax and cotton strips I would gladly pay to lay back and let someone else take charge. My favorite lady down at the local Super Cuts might not agree though.

I'm going to do something...I'm just not sure what yet. I was asked to take a before shot (which I have, but I'm not sure you actually need a visual after my vivid description above) and then an after shot. I'm just not sure what the after shot is going to look like. Choices choices choices! Help me out. Guys...how do y'all feel about pubic hair? Ladies...how do y'all feel and if you've got some tips or tricks please share. That is what comments are for!

***Well that after shot would look very bare. I took a suggestion for Veet gel cream (love that stuff...easy to use and doesn't make me smell!) and now I'm bare. Makes me think of that poem Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear... Well, Naughty Girl isn't very fuzzy either!

Magenta

There is a place where I'm so tangled up in emotion that I can do nothing but feel. At times I feel safe and protected within those ties, but other times I feel like I've been let go and the fall has been hopelessly suspended because those ties won't let me go. This came from that tangled up place. It is what it is...

that bitch

the one thought tears at you

you are the one who will do

easily used quickly left

at the moment of highest pleasure

a wrenching pain

the body betrays

straining for his release

a release he needs

without the caring you crave

you pull back

he feels it in the touch

sees it in your eyes

stop me

those hands let you plummet

a tear falls a head turns

bastard

letting you retreat he releases

a release that shatters

more than your body

damn

coward

you