A Swinging Night – Part 2

So hey, let’s get back to talking about fucking, shall we??!? When last we left our intrepid heroine (moi, of course) and her faithful…er…semi-faithful?…okay, would-be manwhores-if-they-could-be companions (actually that’s not an exactly correct description either, but it sounded so good I had to type it, so we’ll leave it)…they were…

On Being a “Winner”

So yeah, apparently I am. I was named Top Sex Blogger in this year’s Riverfront Times Web Awards.  It’s an honor…but on the other hand, as W said when I told him that I was one of the top 5 nominees, “You mean there’s more than five sex bloggers in…

Sinful Sunday – Shoe…Addiction? Possibly…

So my daughter may have as severe an addiction to appreciation for high heels as I do. In fact, she’s starting much younger than I did, and pretty much jumped in the deep – or should I say steep – end from the start. Once she got rid of her…

This is not going to be a happy post.  Ignore it, and move on. I don’t understand how the simplest things elude him at times. “I’m sorry I couldn’t cheer you up,” he says. I know he means it. He wants me to be happy, just as I want him…

Sleeping with Steve Madden

I figured, since I’ve had Tiger Woods in my pussy (twice!), that it was time to sleep with another favorite boy of mine, since my Real Life boys aren’t here to keep me company. I went shopping tonight for flat or low-heeled boots, since I broke the heel on my…

Porn, Pubic Hair, Sex & Reality

I know I’m supposed to be writing about sex, sex, sex (and I certainly have a lot of it to write about) and I know ya’ll want to see more sexy pictures (how do I know this? well…my hits go way up when I post naughty pictures, that’s how!) but…

Lists Make Life Manageable. Sort of.

I need to get organized. I’m a list girl, and right now I am trying to manage the myriad and multiple tangents of my life without one. In fact, I need several lists. No, not one of the lists W is making me do. At the moment he has me…

Reality, Fantasy

“When you go to the massage therapist this afternoon, I want you to imagine…” That’s how it started. Innocent words. Okay not so innocent, since at the time I was straddling him, sliding his cock in and out of me as I listened to his words in my ear. But…

Old Year, New Year – First Lines

In 2010 I participated in a meme that I originally found over on the founder of Half-Nekkid Thursday’s blog.  I didn’t do it last year, probably because that was when I stopped participating in HNT, due to a perceived negativity toward kink (and no I don’t want to start a…

Getting the Good Out of the Bad

I can’t say it was “bad,” but every so often things don’t go quite as planned, by the Top or bottom.  Something just doesn’t work, you can’t get into headspace, a pain is a bad pain as opposed to the good kind… You know what I mean. We had that…