Farewell 2011 Drama --- Hello 2012 No Drama Momma!
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Posted:Jan 8, 2012 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2013 9:07 pm
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2011 was an interesting year.
Anyone else feel this way?
I managed to leave an abusive spouse, find freedom and a great local dive bar. I lost my apartment, received a tax levy from 2002 I had completely forgotten about, rekindled an old flame, moved across the country to live with flame, was told by my that they preferred life with dad, got into a custody battle with my ex-husband cause decided life with less of mom is "no bueno", left a job I loved to relocate, starting working FT as a phone sex operator, got back into my blogging and lost over 50 pounds.
I have decided that this year ...
I will be stronger, smarter, and free. I will live for me and for my . I will keep my blog (which keeps me sane) and I will get my wonderful job back and ... apparently I will move back across the country to my home in AZ.
So, here is my farewell kiss to 2011. That is my only resolution.
What are yours?
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Happy HNW!
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Posted:Dec 28, 2011 4:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 1:16 pm
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Happy HNW!
I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday!
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Blogless and Chaste in AZ
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 11:34 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 1:14 pm
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I love my and family, but after 2 weeks of being away from home ... away from my comfort zone ... staying as a guest in someone else's house I am feeling a bit deprived of private time and intimacy. I'm not complaining ... just noticing how dependent I am on this part of my life. It's why I always come back to it. Always gravitate back here eventually.
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Missed HNW ... So here's my HNT!
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Posted:Dec 15, 2011 8:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 1:17 pm
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Better to invent a new reason to strip than to beg forgiveness for missing one already started. LOL
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Today Will Be Different ...
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Posted:Dec 8, 2011 4:01 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2013 1:18 pm
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Have you looked at yourself and thought ... TODAY WILL BE DIFFERENT!
I have decided today will be different. I fulfilled a Christmas request, I am off to AZ to visit the kiddos and do birthday celebrations and Christmas Shop and all those good time bonding things that occur during the holidays.
But ... Today ... Today, I am still living mostly just for me and today will be different. I am not going to wonder if my date went well. I am not going to fret over things I said or did or missed. I am not going to be the one to call or text first. Today, will be different.
Not sure what I am going to do with my time. I have 5 days off from School and from work. So much free time today. But ... if nothing else it will be different.
I will apologize now though ... when I travel to AZ ... I don't get a whole lot of time to post or blog so I might be incommunicado for the next 5 days. Not cause I don't care or miss my blogging ... cause I do. Mostly because my are young and I am home, they are somehow physically attached to my torso for the entire visit.
And despite my open sexuality ... somethings just shouldn't be shared with my . LOL
See you when I get back!
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Happy HNW!
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Posted:Dec 6, 2011 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2013 10:23 pm
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Happy HNW!
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Ideal FWB ...
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Posted:Dec 6, 2011 7:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:15 pm
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I miss his touch, his kiss, his drive to please. He makes my body shudder and shake with excitement. He makes me so wet, hot and hungry that I spend a lot of time thinking about his slightest touch.
His smile sets me at ease, we have spent two evenings of amazing sex together. Every visit we share more of ourselves and of our lives. He is funny and charming, smart and sexy. He is simply a wonderful man and amazing FWB. I posted a short blurb about our last encounter, but today was filled with such vivid memories that I wanted to share it again ... maybe with a bit more detail this time. So, please excuse the similarity.
I kiss his shoulders gently and wrap my arms around him from behind. My high heeled boots make me barely shorter than him. He turns around and flicked off the light to avoid the neighbors nosey stares. I quickly climb the steps in front of him, feeling his presence and sexual energy right behind me. We no more than enter the bedroom door as he is pulling my clothes off and I removing his in a hungry attempt to get at his body.
His mouth finds my nipple and my head falls back in pleasure, he kisses my neck and I come forward to meet his lips with mine. I tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply, flirting with his tongue before I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. His hips begin to match my momentum as I glide back and forth on his stiffening desire.
He pulls me up gently by the hair, kissing me as he backs me toward the bed. We fall together in a heap and he wrestles with the nightstand drawer fumbling for a condom. I kiss his lips, chest, biceps and shoulders as he slides the wet rubber over his shaft. Rolling on top of me, I wrap my legs behind him and he finds the wetness between my thighs easily and slips inside.
He feels good, despite the shield between us as the ebb and flow of his thrusts cause me to climax quickly. He rolls me onto my knees, dribbles lube across my tight little asshole and penetrates quickly. I scream his name as he drives deeper inside. He pushes me onto my side without ever pulling free and continues to thrust deep and fast. My pussy clenches and finds nothing to wrap itself around, the tingling ache makes me push against him to quell its need.
I orgasm again as he buries himself completely and tells me that with a barrier between us, he can't fill me with his passion. Satisfied sexually, I offer to please him in any way he wants. I beg to be his slut, his , his plaything and he tells me gently that he enjoyed every second. He pulls me to his chest and talks about his day, his plans, his schedule and I listened eagerly to his voice and heartbeat wishing I could have given him release.
He chuckles easily and tells me to look sexy as he takes pictures of my body and smile in the afterglow of our encounter. It has been several days since I was last in his arms. I miss him like the comforting warmth from a fresh burning fire.
Is it crazy that his friendship means more to me than my last two or three relationships? The fact that he expects nothing from me but honesty is so refreshing. He doesn't get upset when I fail to call or text, he doesn't bombard my phone or email with instructions or to do lists. He is genuinely interested in being a friend. He is genuinely happy with having fun and sharing sex with me. I can't say that it is the perfect "no strings attached" situation, but it is as close as one can get.
He is a fantastic lover. He is a fabulous flirt. He spoils me with his intelligence and wisdom and further spoils me with attention and photography. He is truly one of a kind and I am glad that I got a chance to befriend him. His girlfriend is a lucky woman indeed. I am thankful that once in while, when the mood strikes us ... he is mine ... temporarily.
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Music Moves Me ...
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Posted:Dec 4, 2011 12:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2013 5:35 pm
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The band plays louder and the music begins to seep into my bones. I feel the rhythm of the drums on my heartbeat and the harmony of the lead guitar strumming my nerves til they are taut and sensitive. The thumping of the bass drums vibrates my chair and my pussy begin to tingle when the vocals flow over me.
Music moves me, it gets my body moving, makes my heart race and changes my mood and manner from relaxed and friendly to intense and on fire. I feel like a huntress on the prowl for a cock full of cum and a man full of passion. One touch against my skin and my toes curl, a small purr escapes my lips and I am ready. Ready to be guided, goaded, dominated and devoured.
My lips pucker, my body gets hot, my eyes lower and I shoot off my best come hither stare. The music has done all the foreplay, the music has laid all the groundwork, now to snare the man that gets to feast upon the rewards of the music's hard work. A hand brushed my shoulders, my body is electrified and I look at him and he knows. He knows I want him. He knows he has scored.
With my arms wrapped around him and are lips pressed close together, my hands begin to strip him of his clothes. Just as his pants come undone I am on my knees before him, lapping at the tip of his cock with a hunger only a woman starved of attention can maintain. My gutteral moans are barely heard over the sucking and slurping of my lips over his shaft. My breathing is so heavy it sounds like a wind tunnel in my head. It isn't until he grabs me by the hair and pulls me to my feet that I realize he has been talking to me. Telling me he wants me just as badly.
I steady myself on my fett, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he lifts my shirt over my head. With deft fingers he removes my bra without so much as a seconds hesitation. He pushes my jeans off of my hips and uses the waistband of my thong panties to guide me to the bed. Bending me over and pulling the thin fabric aside I feel him eagerly finger my pussy to get the lips wet for entry. I barely have time ot prepare before he has plunged inside and I am pushed forward jsut as a slight yell escapes my lips. He pulls me back by the hips, hard against his pelvis and my head lowers to the bed. I clutch the sheets and bury my face into the mattress as he pounds into me, slow and steady and deep.
His movement is remniscnet of the music's bass that began this entire escapade and I begin to push back against him with every thrust. My pussy swells and the outer lips begin to ache because he penetrates so hard. My thighs are burning from the half crouched rocking that I am falling in lust with through every stroke. Then, he pushes deeper, longer and his body begins to tense. I know he is close and my body has been in a state of continued orgasm for what seemed like hours already. I concentrate and clench my pussy around him, making it tighter as he pulls back with a groan. He slams home once more and I feel him explode inside of me. His body shakes, sweat pours from his forehead as he rests it on my ample bottom and I finally feel the hunger begin to dissipate.
I am weak. I am satisfied. I slowly drift off to sleep. I love music.
Does music ever get you in the mood?
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Lucky, Lucky Me
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Posted:Dec 1, 2011 9:32 pm
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2011 12:16 am
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I have a friend that tells me I am hot, makes me feel beautiful and is hell bent on pleasing me. He is smart and funny, he is romantic and entaining. He offers to be my photographer, my tutor, my videographer and my fantasy subject. I have the perfect friend with benefits.
He slips inside of me gently as he kisses my lips softly. He concentrates on my pleasure as he thrusts himself deeper and longer with every stroke. He rolls me over and covers my ass with lube. His thick, hard cock pushes it's way slowly inside. My breath catches and my eyes close, and he begins to penetrate deeper into my hot, tight, little, naughty hole.
My body shivers and shakes with excitement, my orgasms flood through me repeatedly and my moans and screams only encourage him to continue with more gusto and enthusiasm.
I lie next to him, exhausted and spent. My body is weak and satisfied. Then he compliments my neglige and begins to take sexy photos of me in the after glow of our passion.
How did I get so lucky?
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Nature and Me ...
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Posted:Nov 20, 2011 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2011 2:56 pm
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I went a hike today ... it was lovely. Felt good. Cool breeze on my skin, slight rain on my face, energy surging through me ...
I love getting outside, being in the open, enjoying life. This was my first outdoor excursion since moving to GA. I loved it! Such a good time, such a peaceful walk, so good for the soul.
I ventured down trails with carpets of fallen leaves, glanced over at moss covered foundations from days past and thought about hiding inside one, just below the edge, out of direct sight with a lover. Teasing him as he tries to keep his moans silent while I wrap my lips around his cock.
Large trees, with full bushes around the base led my imagination to envision my hands pressed against the bark as my ass was barely exposed to a lover taking me from behind.
Large tree trunks, sturdy and wide enough for my back to be braced against it, legs wrapped around the waist of him as he slammed into me repeatedly. The bark digging into my skin, the cold air making my nipples ache after his lips left them wet and erect.
Small enclosures that could serve as a shack, where I could lie back with my legs spread wide and be trapped between the warm friction of his incessant thrusts and the cold, wet earth beneath me.
My hike left me full of naughty thoughts, feeling envigorated, alive and I left the trails with a smile on my face.
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No Strings For Me ...
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Posted:Nov 19, 2011 10:02 am
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2011 2:54 pm
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Does it make me terrible if I am willing to be a mistress?
Let me explain ...
I am not ready for a relationship. At all! I thought I was. I was deeply wrong. I want freedom. I want fun. I want to meet people. I want to touch things that entice me.
I would rather be someone's roll in hay once in a while, than someone's girlfriend. Being in a relationship feels so confining, suffocating, constricting.
I don't want to be alone. I certainly dont want to be the town ... but I do want to be free.
Have any of you ever felt this way?
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That First Meeting ...
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Posted:Nov 18, 2011 3:16 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2013 4:46 am
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I met him casually hoping for a spark of interest. He smelled good when I hugged him. He was handsome and tall, strong and smart. We talked easily, we laughed often. The evening was going so well. Small little touches passed between us and I could feel my desire for him raging inside of me.
We parted ways with a promise to connect soon. Once home I couldn’t stop from thinking about him. Playful texts turned to flirtatious messaging. Pictures shared, promises made. My mind swims with thoughts of his touch. My body aches to feel his arms around me.
As the wetness from my pussy begins to seep onto my thighs, I imagine him kissing me. Exploring my body from head to toe, savoring every inch of my flesh as I wrap myself around him and press against him. His voice sends chills through my body, his closeness makes my mind stutter.
I want another chance to be near him. I want another chance for him to take me home. Trying to be civil, and cool and calm, left me starving for his touch, his kiss, his warmth. This dance, this ritual of enticing one another without risking rejection first can be so maddening.
I am headed to bed for the morning. Horny, hot, and wet for the man I just left and all I wish was that I had shown the courage to whisper in his ear … “Take me home stud, I need to feel you.” Why do we torture ourselves? Why do we insist on playing safe and denying ourselves the very pleasures we can’t get out of our minds? It would be so much easier to say “Fuck me baby, I’m yours!” than to dance around one another trying to get a sense of interest or attraction.
I told him quite frankly “My body is your playground, come have fun with me.” In two short weeks I will have the time and freedom to see him, molest him, and absolutely savor every part of him. I can’t wait.
He claims this is his favorite picture of me so far ... so I posted in honor of him.
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To Cam or Not To Cam...
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Posted:Nov 17, 2011 10:50 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 6:14 pm
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A few of you already know that my long standing part time job is as a phone sex operator. It amazes me how in this age of free internet porn, web cams and sexy chat rooms that I still have a job. And a lucrative one at that.
Since moving to GA, the part time job has become the only job. I work late evenings and often stumble towards my bed at 5 or 6 in the morning to sleep. I love this job. It has given me freedom to spoil my , take vacations, satisfy my massive shoe & clothes obsession and still leave me feeling like more that a sex industry working stiff.
I miss working in an office, making friends, feeling accomplished. The phones are fun, the amuse me and mostly it spawns many ideas for my erotic writting or fantasies. I was offered more money from my job if I was willing to do web cam shows. I can upload videos that are available 24/7 to entice customers, and then create my own schedule for web cam broadcasts.
Am I crazy for considering this? I have been in GA for 7 weeks and haven't had a single interview. I need to bring home the bacon, so to speak ... so I am actually weighing the pros and cons of doing this.
Plus if it is lucrative and something I can do for an hour a day, before or after the phone sex job, then maybe it won't be so bad.
Laugh if you must, but after discussing it with my mother, she thinks that if I can "shake my money maker again for cash, then I should stop hem-hawin' around and get my ass naked for the public." She is such a good mom.
LOL I think I was the only exotic dancer at our club 13 years ago, whose mother was proud of her . LOL
So, give me your opinions ... to cam or not to cam, that is the question.
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