Word of Advice...

Dear Good Girl Trying On Naughty,

Please be careful and watch out about falling for the naughty boy trying on good.

Sincerely,
About To Learn The Hard Way

And Counting...

This morning I woke deliciously achy in various places on and in my body. It might be my own fault, for I did choose to indulge deep and long in several types of pleasure, but I'd rather blame DF. I'm sure he'll gladly shoulder the blame considering what a mass of relaxed and well satisfied woman I currently am...won't you baby?

Friday night found us both with a weekend that wasn't too demanding on our time, so I playfully suggested DF set a goal for us (meaning mostly me) to aim for this weekend in regards to achieving pleasure. After a little back and forth on the number, we agreed upon a reasonable goal considering we had 48 hours in which to achieve it.

The fun started early with a little solo for me and then a daring climax in the bubbly waters of the apartment complex hot tub. I have to admit I wasn't all together sure about playing in such an open and public place, but the thrill of maybe getting caught was pretty intense. Not to mention that if you tilt forward just a bit against the lower jets...

3, 4, 5, and 6 yesterday left my girly parts pretty sensitive and begging for a short reprieve from fingers, tongue, dick, and toys. Of course, 7 this morning was pretty darn perfect and had me questioning why I'd even wanted to stop just shy of the goal. Snugly, spoon sex just might be my favorite way to wake up. Well...maybe after on my knees with a thick shaft teasing me from behind. You know, 8 with the hand held shower head pulsing cool water on my clit felt pretty amazing as well. Afterward, DF was chuckling and I asked why. His reply was, "At us. This has been a crazy weekend." And yeah, it has been out of our norm, but maybe that is why it has been so fun.

And if I'm not mistaken, there are still a few hours left in this day and a goal that still hasn't quite been reached... I hope you lovely readers have had something akin to our weekend. If not...schedule one soon. It might leave you achy, but it will be well worth it!

Back Against A Wall

I wasn't sure I'd even remember the password associated with logging in, but apparently I remember more than I think. It has been an incredible amount of time since I've written anything here. Life has kicked it up a notch and some things have simply fallen by the way. There was an experience yesterday that inspired me to get back in touch with the storyteller inside. I was pleased...

He silently watched as she reached across the table to wipe up crumbs. The hem of the oversized shirt she called pajamas came precariously close to exposing the generous curve of her ass. A trace of disappointment came when he spied the edge of her panties. When would she learn that he preferred her panties either folded up in the dresser, discarded in a moment of haste on the bedroom floor, or anywhere but covering her lovely ass from his view?

Moving up behind her, he put his hands under the soft material and reached for her panties. Startled, she straightened. She found herself pressed against the warm front of his body. Relaxing against him, she laughed softly as his hands began to work the panties over her hips and down her thighs.

“I forgot the rule…”

“Daddy doesn’t like for the puss to be covered when there is not a need.”

When the panties fell to her ankles, she kicked them away with her toes. His fingers slid across the lower curve of her belly to rest against the soft, trimmed curls above the apex of her thighs. He was hit with the fresh, damp scent of her. Pulling her hair to the side, his tongue touched her neck and left a damp trail to her lobe.

Lust rose high. He turned her to face him and then walked her purposefully backward until she bumped the wall. Her hands curled around his neck pulling him down to her mouth. As her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, she closed her eyes. His hands were still on her hips and she felt his fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss became deep and wet. Pulling away, he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She reached for him, but he avoided her hands and held her arms against her body.

“Don’t move.”

She pressed her palms against the wall and obeyed. He sank to his knees in front of her.

“I want to play with you.”

With gentleness, he spread her thighs and stared openly at the swollen folds in front of him. Glancing up, he took in the warm flush of arousal covering her breasts and her already hardening nipples. Her breathing had increased, but he was determined to draw this out for his own amusement.

He used his fingers to spread her slick and swollen lips, opening her up for a more intense, probing touch. Leaning in, he breathed deep. Oh yes, this was a favorite scent of his. With a broad stroke of his tongue he swept down from her clit to the tight hole at the base. A slick, tangy sweet wetness filled his mouth. She gasped.

Two fingers slid against the opening, testing the readiness. With steady pressure, he slid two fingers inside while he used his other thumb to press onto the hardening bud of her clit. Her body shuddered and he felt her knees begin to weaken as she leaned more heavily against the wall.

With his fingers buried knuckle deep inside, he moved his mouth over her clit. At first, he teased with short flicks of his tongue and she groaned, pressing her hips against his mouth. She wanted hard sucking of her clit, but she had forgotten who was in control of this little game.

“Suck…please.”

His teeth bit down on her clit just hard enough to remind her that what she wanted wasn’t as important as what he knew she needed. He began a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling, and curling those two fingers inside of her. His mouth alternated between fast flicks, long pulls, and intense bites against her hooded clit.

She was panting and trembling against the wall. Her hands had moved close to his head, but she hadn’t touched. He could feel the walls of her sex tightening and beginning to clench harder around his fingers. Her orgasm was closing in and he had a strong desire to have his thick cock buried inside her when it did.

He pulled his fingers out and stood. She protested the loss, but he brushed his fingers over her mouth and she immediately sucked them inside. Her tongue curled around his fingers, sliding down between and over the bump of his knuckle. She greedily ate the sticky wetness off his fingers and began a deep, pulling suction on his skin. Her mouth made the promise of pleasure if only he’d give her more flesh.

“Not this time baby. Daddy has other plans for you.”

He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she was facing away. He walked her to the edge of the table and bent her down over it. The cold table was pleasure pain against her sensitive nipples. She could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass. She smiled a knowing womanly smile at the sight that would greet him.

“You’re hot and so slick like you always are for me. You’re ready for Daddy to fuck you, aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”

Pushing her ass more firmly in the air toward him was her only answer. Her pussy was aching and demanding relief. She shifted and let her fingers slide against the swollen lips. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in hard little circles. He simply watched her for a moment.

With the head of his dick, he nudged her fingers out of the way. He strummed the tip against her clit and rocked into the hooded pleasure point. She shuddered with the need to come. With deliberate movements, he stroked his dick from her clit down to her flooded hole and back up. He repeated the movements several times until she begged.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Just…please.”

Slowly, he pushed into her. Her pussy was so wet; he knew she’d be able to take his entire thick rod into her. The tight, wet walls of her puss pulled against his flesh as she stretched easily to accommodate his thick length. He began a steady, fast-paced rhythm that had him pounding her body with his.

She could feel the edge of the table cutting into the soft swell below her belly button, but little did she care. She wanted to feel him losing control against her back. She welcomed the sucking grasp of her body to his every time he pulled away and pushed back in. Straining toward their orgasm, he pushed against her back with his hand and she moaned.

Her orgasm rushed over her body in a wave of sensation. He groaned and she knew his dick was spurting his release against her velvety walls. She lay still as he thrust a last time against her. When he slid from her body, she tightened just a bit. She could feel a drop of his release trickling down over her sensitive lips to her clit. The perfect end to a perfect fuck.

Not Going To Be A Lesbian

So...a happy hour, three martinis (not dirty cause olives are just gross), and one orgasm that might have gotten on the couch later...guys can still be asshats on occasion. Of course girls can be bitches at times too.

Anyway, I don't want to really be a lesbian. Nope...I really adore that fuckable cock.

Sigh...Guys

I was having a great catch up session with my friend Rae and we came to the same conclusion...

Guys can be such dumb asshats. Almost makes a girl want to think about becoming a lesbian some days...well except that this girl would miss the fuckable cock.

Sigh....

Coming Home

The familiar chirping of my cell phone alerted me to his text.

"U home?"

I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was thinking about a recent text involving his impatience and the desire for a quick screw. The crassness of that conversation was such a turn on and frankly my pussy was beginning to throb. My response was short and sweet.

"Almost...about 10 minutes."

I thought about asking him if he wanted something, but I knew what he wanted so why be coy. Those last few miles home seemed to take much longer than normal. Just as I was digging my keys out of my purse to unlock the door I was reminded of his impatience.

"Now?"

I walked into the living room and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped most things on the floor, but decided to hang up my keys. I'm pretty good at losing those things so I try to keep them in one spot. Anyway, he wanted me in the bedroom so that was exactly where I headed.

I laid down across the bed and reached for my zipper. I thought he was slightly disappointed to realize I was still dressed instead of immediately stripping in the living room when he said I needed to get naked...now. The best way to get naked fast...have help! I was stripped down to bare skin within seconds.

My fingers immediately went to the wetness pooling between my legs as his tongue slid from my ankle to my calf and up toward the juncture of my thighs. He sure was taking his sweet time now.

My hips arched as his mouth licked my swollen lips in a broad stroke. His teeth came next...pulling open my wet sex...one fleshy fold at a time. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I needed to feel the sucking kisses. Instead he had other ideas. Without much pretext his finger pushed inside me and my pussy clenched hard. His tongue began a quick slide to my ass. So...dirty.

My hands clutched at the sheet and covers on the unmade bed. I wanted to reach for my abandoned clit, but as I started to slide my fingers into my curls his mouth moved back up. He was determined to make the orgasm quick and hard. I wanted to come around his dick.

A quick flip to my stomach and my hips pulled up into the air, he replaced the stroking fingers with his hard, hot fuckable dick. I could only grab hold of the bedding beneath me and hang on. My ass pushed back against each hard thrust. The sound of balls slapping against flesh was such a lovely compliment to the slick sliding sound as he drove us both closer.

We don't last long most times rather choosing to give in to passion, but we especially don't last long in this position. I felt my body start to tighten and the pressure building behind my clit. Trying to slow down the release was pointless.

I gasped and groaned out loud as he said my name and demanded that I take his cum. I wanted to...I wanted every last drop of him inside of me.

"Welcome home baby."

Bold

Cold sheets and an empty bed made for a long night. She craved the heat generated from intense passion and raw desire. A small smile curved her lips as she let her fantasy take shape. It was dark and bordered on the edge of pain. Her carefully dropped hints and increasingly bold requests had been met with caution and skepticism. Perhaps not every fantasy was meant to be shared or brought to reality. There was freedom in allowing a fantasy to be solely for her pleasure.

Simply Us

Today I was thinking about the movie Scarlett. Near the end, she and Rhett are standing by a massive fireplace and she says to him, "You once said heaven help the man that truly loves me." Then he moves toward her and takes her in his arms and just as he lowers his head for what you know will be the most passionate of kisses, he growls, "Heaven help me."

Ahh, bless men that can ride the tides of emotion and drama with the women they care about.

I don't normally discuss DF in terms other than relating the latest way he's brought me pleasure, but I want to just put some thoughts out there. And I'm sure he's going to be thrilled beyond measure that I'm doing so in blog format. I've hesitated to write anything more substantial because frankly I want to keep everything in a nice and orderly box...feelings especially. Once they start to spread beyond said box it could get complicated and messy...two things which I'm not really good at handling.

I've made no bones about my last relationship. It was passionate and destructive all rolled into one. When it ended I was left questioning my own ability to trust and care about someone else. You know how you do that...you swear no one else will get close enough to do that kind of damage again? Well...enter DF. It wasn't two months later and here he was...flirting and being sexy and charming and...well you get the point. Now, we've reached the one year point and I still can't quite believe it.

It is perfectly true that DF is really great about meeting the sexual needs, but he's really great meeting some more normal ones too. As I'd mentioned earlier, my grandmother passed away recently and he was there in all the ways he could be. I sort of feel like life has dumped a bunch of stuff on my lap lately...some good and some awful...but due to that I'm starting to feel like an emotional nut! I hate things out of control...especially my emotions...so dealing with it all has been wild to say the least. Still...here is DF...seemingly not scared off by this often emotional and dramatic turn of events. He's so unlike..."the other".

We don't really define ourselves or label things...like saying we're in a relationship. I mean of course we're in some sort of relationship because that is what you call close interaction with another person, but I don't think of it as a "relationship". I guess we're more....well just "us". I like that because I'm not really good at being in a relationship. I tend to question and mistrust myself and him. Being a part of "us" feels safe and normal...though I still question (just not as much) and I'm learning to trust (him and me) more.

So...why this rambling post you (and probably DF) are wondering? Because...this is kind of new territory for me and writing helps me process. Also, because I think letting you know he's more than just wonderful in all things sexual is important too. Mostly...because feeling again...well it feels scary but really good too.

Fresh Starts

The thing I love most about a new year is the feeling of a fresh start. That very feeling was what prompted me to start this blog a year ago...the need to have a fresh start. I was coming off of a passionately intense though destructive relationship, I was feeling trapped by the "good girl" image I'd perfected, and frankly I just wanted to see how expressing my sexuality and sensuality would change me. After a year, over 100 posts, and numerous bare and practically bare photos of myself later...well, I think I made a pretty good decision.

Over the last year, I've had some doubts about whether to keep this blog or just shut it down. At the heart of the matter, I was writing for myself. I thought things might come out in written form that were getting stuck when I tried to mentally process them. But, as often happens when you blog, I met people and made friends. I found some really awesome blogs and made connections. Then blogging sort of turned into writing for the benefit of others. And that kind of writing is harder to produce on a regular basis...at least for me.

So, after some thinking and processing (seriously, I'm a thinker and a lot of times tend to over think...silly me) I've decided that I'm not ready to give up The Naughty One just yet. Though I have decided to eliminate the need to write for other people's benefit. It has taken some pressure off knowing that this place is for me and my thoughts...whatever they might be...and if you, the dear reader, continue to read and comment then that is simply icing on the cake!

Life has seen fit to toss some curve balls in my lap (the sudden death of my grandmother days before Christmas, a health issue (of a strictly non-sexual nature) that has me somewhat concerned, job issues (love my job, but some new responsibilities have been given and will demand more of my time), computer problems, etc.) so these posts might become sporadic...well I guess I should say stay sporadic. Of course, one of the best things about the blogging community is that no matter how long the absence it still feels great to get back in the groove and catch up on what other's have been up to. I hope to make the rounds more frequently than I've been doing. And I'm sure my beginner attempts at erotica will continue along with some personal experiences and thoughts about sex in general.

So, here is to the fresh, clean slate of 2009...

Fact...Or Fiction

I've been a naughty blogger. Unfortunately, not the kind of naughty you've come to expect from The Naughty One. What can I say? Life becomes crazy and hectic...okay so it always was those two things but...even more so around the holidays. There are parties to attend, presents to buy, cards to mail out, and the list goes on and on. Anyway, I figured it was time to blow the dust off this little piece of blog space. So, a little fact...or maybe fiction. I'm not telling which.

A final kiss under the mistletoe for the benefit of those gathered around and we were out the door. As we walked to his car, I easily slipped back into a time when his hand at the small of my back had felt right and comfortable. Once inside the car, he reached over and placed his warm hand on my thigh and thanked me for joining him tonight for the party. I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear as I turned to admire the twinkle lights decorating the affluent neighborhood. Though I didn't draw attention to his hand on my thigh, I was never unaware. The silence in the car was surprisingly comfortable and I felt myself begin to relax into the leather comfort of the seat.

As the car gained speed on the highway, his fingers began to flex against my skirt. His fingers inched the soft material up until my knee and thigh were exposed. I drew a deep breath all the while wondering just how far I would let this go. Apparently, my mind was made up as I voiced no objection when he began to travel south toward his home rather than north toward mine. Pushing all thoughts of the consequences out of my mind, I fully gave into “for old time's sake” and opened my thighs wider as his hand slipped down the inside of my thigh.

The familiar pressure of his fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh caused a throb to begin low. I could feel the moisture gathering at the apex and knew my breathing had picked up. His pinkie finger moved against the cotton of my panties. The touch wasn't fully intimate, more just a tease. And tease it did...my own touch hadn't been as satisfying as of late and I longed for someone else, but the pressure and warmth of his finger felt hypnotizing.

The drive was nothing more than silence and the ever steady brush of his finger against my panties. When we pulled into his drive, I sighed. I looked at him and he leaned toward me. Finally his hand left my thigh as he placed it against my neck and pulled. Our mouths met and the kiss was deep. His tongue stroked in a familiar pattern and I grazed his lips with my teeth as he'd always enjoyed. We pulled apart to ragged breathing and arousal surrounded us.

His pants pulled tight across his crotch and my fingers itched to touch and get reacquainted with his cock. I could picture his cock and how the foreskin would start to slip back exposing the tip. My breasts felt heavy inside of my bra and my nipples had hardened into tight peaks. His hands moved down my cheek, across my throat, and cupped my breasts. I was reaching for his pants when our foreheads met. He breathed against my lips and said, “We haven't changed.”

As quickly as the flame was fanned, it cooled. The breath I held began to burn and I turned back around in my seat and exhaled. A small smile curved my lips, but the humor was gone. I knew he'd meant that the passion that had always seemed to simmer just below the surface was still there. While he hadn't been my first lover, he'd been my first of many enjoyable and pleasurable experiences. It seemed natural that my body would respond to his touch.

Unfortunately, my mind responded as well. History is a funny thing to have with someone. You know it all...good and bad. I remembered incredible pleasure, but I was acutely aware of the pain as well. I knew that when things had turned ugly we'd each gone to great lengths to devastate the other. I looked at him and shook my head. Sex had never been our problem, but it was all the other trappings that came when the passions were cooled. Three whispered words ended our night. “Yes, we have.”

Say My Name

I should start by saying that, at least for me, having him say my name during the act is so freaking hot. No matter where we are in the process, if he growls, moans, gasps my name I am so there...at the brink...ready to fly apart. I can't explain why it turns me on so, but it does. Of course, I don't always return the favor of growling, moaning, gasping his name and perhaps I should. Maybe it has the same effect on him? Either way...he said it this morning and in very quick secession I was thrashing about on the sheets.

Of course the plying of my wet, warm pussy didn't hurt. Neither did the finger inside stroking that sweet little spot that makes it hard to stay still and endure the touch. Or hearing him tell me explicitly what he wanted to make me do in his mouth. Not even the cramp I got from curling my toes into the sheet felt bad.

Ahh, yes...dirty talking and orgasms...the perfect way to start the day!

Sleep With Me

It is sort of a work in progress. There will be more progress later today...

I wake to the dipping of the mattress and shifting of the covers as you slip into the bed. A sigh escapes as the warmth from your body begins to spread across my bare back. Pressing my hips back, I settle against you.

“I didn't mean to wake you.”

Without answering, I reach for the arm you are tucking around me and twine our fingers together. A soft tilt of my head exposes the column of my neck and the gentle slope of my shoulder to you. Your mouth immediately presses against my skin.

My eyes flutter open and I try in vain to control the shudder that races over my skin as the sharp stubble from your chin tickles the delicate flesh. Your tongue darts out to soothe and it begins a slow trek. Without even having to utter a word, you begin to lick your way to the one spot sure to send my pulse pounding. In response, a warm damp heat curls low in my core.

HNT...Something For Us Both

For a while now I've been suggesting to DF that he write something for the blog. And for a while now he's been suggesting to me that I wear a thong. So, somewhere in the middle of all that, we've found some common ground. I'm wearing a thong and he's writing about it.

Hi Y'all!

After promising many times over and over that I would blog and failing to get the job done, here I am! I have promised Naughty Girl that I would say a few words and I finally found something I wanted to do. If you are like me, you love Thursdays as HNT.



I want to thank her personally for doing this for me. Finding her in a thong is something that you will rarely, if ever, see. She simply doesn't care to wear one. However, it's amazing sometimes how you get what you ask for when you ask politely. After some prodding, I found this one emailed to me to make me drool. She looks wonderful to me in it. Although I'm not sure she gets it, I'm glad I'm so visual. I really do mean it when I say I think she looks hot in it!

You are welcome babe. Df

Creative Outlet

A dear friend was looking for a creative outlet and shared the following story with me. I loved it! My friend has such a way of making a story sensual without making it vulgar. I'm so oral so one particular spot captured my attention. I'm sure it will capture something of yours as well!

Climbing through the bushes he knew the niche would be the perfect place, he even loosened the bulb of the security light when she wasn’t home. He was cloaked in foliage and darkness. From this vantage point he could see through the flimsy curtains straight to her bed. He felt himself stiffen already as he unzipped his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to wrap his fingers around his sensitive, growing flesh.

She came out of her bathroom in a towel. Removing it she reached for a bottle on her nightstand and rubbed her skin with the oil from it. He watched slowly stroking himself, he wanted to wait, not go too fast, hoping he would see more. As she rubbed her thighs he could see she enjoyed her own touch, but imaged himself rubbing the moisturizer into the soft flesh and kissing her along the line of her hair. Gently arousing her. He could tell she was getting aroused now and his body reacted.

Putting the bottle down, she turned and bent over searching in a drawer. His mind raced seeing her full ass, thinking she wanted him, needed him. He imagined walking up behind her and sliding inside. Would she react with a startled response? Does she want to be fully taken? He had to stop touching himself for a second afraid it would be over too soon.

He watched as she turned with a pink phallic toy in her hand. He could tell the vibrator was one of her favorites, she moved to the bed, on her back, and rubbed it the length of her body. She would stop to excite her nipples, to rub it over her stomach and her thighs, and move it around the soft petals of flesh between her legs. She teased herself and he matched her teasing, sensing if he continued to keep his own rhythm he would soon cum.

Bringing the toy to her mouth she sucked it in, slowly, wetting it and caressing it with her lips, while opening her legs wide. He could only think of her lips around his flesh and his own mouth and fingers exploring the display in front of him. He closed his eyes for one second and when he opened them he watched the pink of the toy disappear into the pink of her body. She was ready for what she wanted and he was too. Her hand moved fast, driving the vibrator in and out, her back arching and her teeth biting her lips. His hand moved fast and now there was no turning back, he would surrender to his need and as she bounced on the bed thrusting deep into herself he felt the violent quiver go through him and he exploded, holding himself up with one hand as the other aimed the spray down hitting the brick of her foundation. He collected himself in time to see her relax on the bed. They had shared the moment of ecstasy. They both stayed still and he saw her rise and come to the window. Opening it she popped her head out and looked down.

“You going to hose that down?” she said smiling seeing the evidence of his fun slowly dripping to the grass below.

“It will rain later”, he replied.

“Well put that away”, motioning to his softening erection, still oozing, “and come inside, maybe we can bring it back to life”. She closed the window and walked away. He tucked himself in and didn’t both to snap and zip up. He knew his pants would not be on for very long.

HNT...Landscaping

***Update at 8:30pm...the after picture is now viewable.***

As I've mentioned before, I'm not a huge fan of personal grooming. I usually clear it all off and then keep it neat until I feel it is time to clear again. Well, last weekend I felt the need to clear.

But you have to admit that just those curls...I think it looks pretty feminine. Anyway, I've tamed the bush and now I'm just smooth as silk. I like that feeling, but oh the upkeep. I've done good so far about maintaining, but I'm starting to feel lazy. Looks like curls might be in my future!

Marilyn

I love questionnaire type things so when I saw it over at Rae's I just had to steal. It was the shortest quiz and the personality traits are surprisingly accurate on a lot of points. I will point out which ones are dead on and which ones are sort of...off.

In other news, I did a little photo shoot this weekend and some "landscaping". Of course I took pictures because what else should a naughty girl do...well except post one or two (hint hint for the clicky click) on Thursday.

And now for some fluff...

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Marilyn!

You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."

Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative. (Oh yeah...I have a wide range of emotions and stay in touch with each and every one of them on a fairly regularly basis.)

How to Get Along with Me

• * Be direct and clear (Absolutely! I want to know where I stand and I'm a total flop at mind reading so please...be direct!)
• * Listen to me carefully
• * Don't judge me for my anxiety
• * Work things through with me
• * Reassure me that everything is OK between us (Again...I need to know we're in a good place.)
• * Laugh and make jokes with me
• * Gently push me toward new experiences
• * Try not to overreact to my overreacting. (Out of this whole thing, this is probably the most important statement to remember...gosh I do a lot of overreacting. I'm trying to be better, but darn is it hard sometimes...)

What I Like About Being a Marilyn

• * being committed and faithful to family and friends (I value someone who sticks with me through the good stuff and the huge stinky piles of crap that sometimes come along with being in a relationship.)
• * being responsible and hardworking
• * being compassionate toward others
• * having intellect and wit
• * being a nonconformist
• * confronting danger bravely
• * being direct and assertive

What's Hard About Being a Marilyn

• * the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind (Sometimes people get put out with me because I like to ask every one's opinion about things before I make up my own mind. Actually, the truth is I've made up my mind, but sort of want reassurance that I'm not the only one feeling that way.)
• * procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
• * fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of (How true...I always say my worst fear is being left...physically and emotionally. I'm not sure where that fear comes from but oh dear is it a battle I fight more than I want to.)
• * exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
• * wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
• * being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations

Marilyns as Children Often

• * are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn (Yeah, I was a blend of all that...more so that bossy and stubborn part.)
• * are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
• * form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
• * look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
• * are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent (The part that is absolutely NOT true...I was NEVER neglected or abused, nor do I come from a home with anxious alcoholic family members. So off...)

Marilyns as Parents

• * are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty (I will need a partner parent that can be all of the above but that can be the disciplinarian too.)
• * are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
• * worry more than most that their children will get hurt
• * sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at

Kind of neat to find out a little bit more about me, huh? Well, I thought so!

HNT...Just A Glimpse

I'm sure if this really qualifies since I was fully clothed, but I sure do like this shot. I love my neck and glimpsing area.



You know, the more I look...the more I think that shadowy area is the perfect place for a wet tongue or maybe questing fingers.

Fuzzy Line

There is a line drawn in some patch of sand. On one side sits the girl who can say please over and over without feeling a bit of self doubt. On the other sits the woman who is getting pretty sick of saying please because it is starting to feel like begging.

And walking the fuzzy line is such a fucking pain in the ass.

HNT...Yep, Slacker Is Me

So, it has been brought to my attention by a few people now that I am seriously slacking in the blog department and especially in the HNT department. I freely admit this, but heck...life gets crazy at times.

You might be wondering what I've been so busy doing or you might just be scrolling down for the HNT picture. Go ahead...you'll be back to reading very quickly...well except for my toe fetish friends.

***I have to look at that very unattractive shoe thing on a daily basis and was kind of tired of looking at it when I logged in here. So, if you missed the picture...you didn't miss much.***

That is my right foot in a post op shoe. No, I didn't have surgery on my foot, but I do have a stress fracture across the top. You should have seen the clunker of a boot thing they had me in before. This shoe, while not exactly styling, is more comfortable and I can drive at least. So, there is one part of the craziness...I've been dealing with foot issues.

On a more happy note...I bought my first car! I felt like I signed my life away, but finally my new car is sitting in the driveway. Well, to be honest, my driveway is the apartment parking lot and when I say new I mean new to me only. Still, Spence the Spectra is terrific and I'm totally in love with it!

Work is a bundle of stuff not even remotely naughty, but it is busy. Lately, I come home and just make dinner and then sink into the couch. I've even gone to bed early the last few nights. Of course, I haven't been sleeping good either the last two nights so I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I should stay up later. Oh I don't know...see what a lack of sleep does to one's brain cells?!

Anyway, I'm still alive and kicking (though not so hard with that right foot). I hope to be back into the groove again soon. These nice girl posts make for a boring naughty read, huh?

Wet Sheets

If you've been reading for any length of time then you probably remember me saying that I wanted to learn how to squirt (by the way...that word sounds dirty and not the good dirty...I'll use the term splash from here on out). I had read about other bloggers who were soaking their sheets on a regular basis and I wanted in on the fun.

My best blogging gal pal, Rae, has been my total source of information. See she's been splashing for quiet some time...bitch (you know I mean that in the sweet way!)... and I was so jealous. While I know the ability to splash doesn't make or break me as a woman, I didn't want to be left out. Believe me, I tried and tried. I even bought a toy that claimed to guarantee a little splash. Unfortunately, my body just seemed like a dud in the splash department. Well, until today...

Yep, those are my sheets. As you can see they are wet! It might be a little harder on the blue sheet, but I promise it got splashed too.

Forever Rae has been telling me that thinking too hard about splashing will cause it to not happen. Her advice was to simply relax and it would happen. I suppose that is what happened today.

The entire experience started out with me watching a short movie of a naughty nature. The longer I watched the more turned on I became. I left the computer and was stripping on my way to my bedroom. I reached for that vibe that hangs out in the nightstand drawer thinking it might be a nice change of pace to have the penetration along with the clit rubbing. The egg shaped tip rested briefly on my clit but I was soaked and I easily slid it inside of me.

I spent a few minutes pushing it in and pulling it out of my wetness. Then I pushed it in and simply held it while my fingers put firm pressure on my clit. Letting my imagination run wild, I let go of the vibe in favor of clutching the sheet in my hand while the other pressed harder against my clit. I seem to remember my feet flat and lifting my hips and opening my thighs wide.

The next thing I knew the vibe slipped out (which normally I have an awesome grip and come around the egg shaped thing) and then I felt a little pop feeling followed by my orgasm. I laid there for a minute catching my breath. I also shifted my legs on the sheets and had my first encounter with the wet top sheet. I leaned over to put the vibe on the nightstand and realized more than just that sheet was wet.

Now, I hadn't had the urge to go to the bathroom before this began so I thought that maybe it might have been that. Remember I don't have a great track record for splashing so I wasn't quite ready to believe. Then I remembered that Rae says that you can sniff the wet spot and tell right away if it is splash or an unfortunate loss of control. So, sniff I did...it did not smell like pee. It actually didn't have an odor, but I did notice that it had a slight shine to it.

Hopefully optimistic, I found my splash expert friend and after several questions and answers I feel safe in saying I splashed. Finally! Now, if I could do it again...that becomes the next question...