One of those weeks . . . Entry for September 28, 2006

Since I’m an independent IT contractor, I have to pretty much take the jobs as they come. Lately I’ve been contracting out to Black Box (only computer geeks like me know who they are, lol) repairing and troubleshooting network equipment. Well this last weekend brought a slew of thunderstorms through this area of Kentucky, and electrical equipment doesn’t seem to like lightning, lol. Needless to say, since Sunday I completed 5 jobs in 3 days, in cities 2 and 3 hrs away.

This makes for a tired Techy! I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had time to masturbate, lol. But hopefully I’ll be going to a party this weekend and I can work out all those stresses. Not much else going on, really. I got a new dog when I was out of town. Well, I got back an old dog actually. About 10 years ago I gave my now ex-boyfriend the only surviving pup from my old dog’s litter as a birthday present (he got the birthday sex too, lol). Unfortunately he’s going to be going away for a quite a while so I agreed to take the old black lab back.

I stayed overnight Monday in Louisville at my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfirend’s place (she’s a friend too and was the one wanting me to take the dog) because I had to get up early the next day and return to the jobsite. But that was ok, this way I could pick up the dog when I finished up and was on my way out of town. I’ve been friends with ” T” for a long time now, and always wanted to suck her boobs. She’s a hot, ex-biker chick, about my age and has got this great set of tits, but she’s not into chicks, unfortunately.

Her grown daughter, Pinky however I think is a different story. This girl is so freakin hot, you can feel the heat she gives off from 5 feet away. I’ve wanted her since the first time I met her over at my ex’s house. She’s in her mid 20’s (shame on me, about my daughter’s age!), has got a hot curvy body with tattoos and piercings. She won “Thong of the Day” from a local radio station with this pic:

Her Mom emailed me about it, she was so proud, lol.

Anyways, we’ve been chatting off and on, so I knew about these guys she’s been seeing, and she filled me in on the latest news of her love life. They went camping this past week at a lake nearby me and took a bunch of pics that she showed me. Mmmm, titty pics and naughty pics of her sucking his cock too! Her nipples look good pierced, hehehe. He called her and when she got off the phone she brought a bottle of wine in the living room, and sat down next to me on the black leather couch.

I was already really stoned so I started sipping the wine too. She was telling me about the phone conversation she had with him, and was kind of trippin out over what he said. He told her he was out for a little “Me” time, and we both were like “What’s that about?” But the part that I really couldn’t understand is during their conversation he told her he liked his pussy “unscented” if he was going to eat it. Why he would come out and say something like that was a mystery to both of us.

I was like “No way dude! The guy is sick! Half the fun IS the taste!” She said that she could take or leave getting her pussy ate anyways, and I sympathized with her. My first husband knew how to eat the hell out of some pussy, but he wanted it antiseptic. He’s also the one that gave me the complex I have about getting my pussy ate, the bastard! I told her that she should be careful with this guy, not matter how much she likes him, that it seems like a warning sign to me.

Well we talked on the couch about a lot of different sexual stuff, and I was starting to get really turned on by it. I told her about my getting into the “lifestyle” and told her they should give it a try (wink,wink). She said that was probably too adventurous for him, lol. It was getting late and Pinky had already told me I could sleep with her in her king-size waterbed with purple and black satin bedding. She gave me a T-shirt to sleep in that barely covered my butt, my black lace boy-leg panties were riding up my ass and my cheeks kept peeking out from under the aqua blue shirt.

We snuggled under the down satin comforter and silky sheets, then chatted for a bit more, all the while I was perving her sexy body next to mine. I eventually turned on my other side away from her, to get more comfortable. I was having a very hard time falling asleep next to her for some reason. If I were a guy, I would have had hard on you could hammer nails with, lol. I kept wanting to scoot over and have her snuggle up to my warm, soft butt with her smooth, silky hips, but I restrained myself (sigh).

I had just started dozing off when I felt soft skin pressed up against my half-exposed ass, and I wiggled it in pleasure. My panties had been soaked all night, and now I felt them dampen again. It was very dark in the room, and the TV had shut itself off making it very hard to see. But I could feel her breath on my back as I lay there enjoying her soft touches. I kept my eyes shut so it would intensify all the sensations on my skin (grin).

I let her take control of the situation and just played along. She rolled me over on my back and ran her hands down my body as her mouth felt for mine. We kissed, my tongue enjoying the hard steel of her tongue and lip piercings. Hmmm, her mouth was so sweet, and her kisses so steamy! Slowly she lifted my T-shirt and lowered her head to my nipples, flicking her tongue stud back and forth, making them erect like little round pyramids.

Ohhh, it felt so goood! I laid there, taking it all in, afraid to touch her in fear it would make her stop what she was doing. I’ve longed for a chick to seduce me, and now here it was, my dream come true! Usually I am the one doing the seducing, being the aggressor, which I don’t mind one bit actually, lol. But this time, I was the recipient and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest extent. Having a woman make love to you is just so fucking hot!

The next thing I know, she’s kissing my belly and moving down, hands caressing me everywhere it seemed. I felt her hot breath again, this time on my thighs as she moved her head lower. Pulling the wide black stretch lace of my panties to the side, I felt the slick slide of her tongue licking my were my legs meet, nibbling on that “spot” just below my hip that drives me crazy! Damn, she seemed to know exactly what turned me on!

Mmmm, the sexual tension had me squirming under her touch as she pulled my panties all the way to the side exposing my entire pussy. I felt her breath again as she reached out with her tongue stud and rubbed it against my clit. I almost exploded right then and there, but held back, I didn’t want it to end! She tickled and tasted my pussy lips and clit, making them throb with mounting pleasure.

Pinky was moaning on my pussy and grinding her hips into the bed as I got closer and closer to cumming. Her tongue was fucking my tight wet hole fast and hard and I could feel my body tense as my orgasm came closer and closer. The lashing my pussy was getting took a fevered pace as I shoved her head solidly against my clit, grinding my crotch to her face and gasped “Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleeeaaasssee!!!” My back arched up, I took a deep breath and . . .

The mother-fucking, cock-sucking, rectal wart of a telephone rang . . . WAKING ME UP FROM THE BEST DREAM I’VE EVER HAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I turned over and looked at the red numbers on the clock as Pinky answered the phone, it was 4am. I was like “Oh no mother-fucking way!” I could NOT fucking believe that entire delicious licking I had just received had only been a dream. At that point my pussy wanted to cum so bad it HURT! To make matters worse, the damn phone was for me!

My friend in NOLA was calling me, drunk off his ass. He had been partying all night cause his team, The Saints, won another game and are now 3-0. After he had finally got kicked out of the bar he was at, he went home and decided to call me, wasn’t that nice? I took the phone in the living room and told him I had been having an awesome dream and described how hot she was, silently cursing his ass. I sarcastically thanked him for waking me up before she could make me cum in my sleep, the fucker. I vowed he would pay for that . . .

Have you ever had a realistic sex dream like that? I wonder if the pot and the wine had anything to do with it? Nah, it was probably just my horny nature influencing my subconscious mind while I slept, lol. Well have a great weekend y’all, I’m hoping to get naughty at that “lifestyle” party this weekend. It would be nice to have my “dream” cum true . . . kisses!

Well it’s about damn time! . . . Entry for September 22, 2006

Like my Glamour Shot from 10 years ago? My foray into the world of fashion photography, lol. I was cruising through 360 pages the other day and came across this article about Spain’s ban on too-skinny models and I thought it was a great idea! Spain’s models are now being judged on a body/mass index, a score based on your weight vs. height (BMI), of 18% or over. Any model under that is considered underweight and won’t be allowed on the catwalk.

According to a New York Times editorial:
If the industry needed a wake-up call, it got one last month, when Luisel Ramos, an Uruguayan model who had been advised to lose weight, died of heart failure after taking her turn on the catwalk. She reportedly had gone days without eating, and for months consumed only lettuce and diet soda.

For too long society has been wrapped up in so-called “ideal” model body types and the fashion industry (and media) in all it’s various forms have played a serious role. I have never fallen into the trap of “thin is in” even in my stripper days. I’ve had a big booty since the first pair of diapers were put on me, and always been proud of it (my one point of vanity, lol). Not to mention motherhood at 16 gave me a permanent belly pooch that years later having 3 children back to back didn’t help. I like my body. I’m in shape, round is a shape isn’t it, lol?

But I can see how young girls can get dragged into that mindset when they see these beautiful skeletal women making megabucks by just being a clothes hanger. Anorexia and Bulimia are two terribly deadly afflictions that are primarily seen in females. You would think these women and girls would look in the mirror and see that they look like good substitutes for decorations at Halloween, but they don’t.

They still think they are too fat, even when emaciated. I understand how that can happen, believe it or not. I have a similar affliction, though no where as serious or harmful. I know I have long hair, hell it gets caught in my waistband when I put on my pants. But I look in the mirror and think “that’s not very long”, even though I admire other peoples hair (shorter than mine) and think theirs is really long.

Self -mage is a funny thing, there are so many factors in our lives that influence how we look and feel about our selves. Right now this country has an obesity epidemic. Too much attention has been put on what we eat, instead of WHY we eat, and the reasons for overeating (if any). Depression plays a big role, surely, as I have suffered from it most of my adult life and am prone to depression eating.

But overeating is not the only reason for being overweight (of course), metabolism has a lot to do with it as well. I’ve noticed the older I get (the last 10 yrs or so), the weight seems harder to take off, not that I’m trying all that hard, lol. Not to mention my metabolism changed after my gall bladder was removed too. I feel relatively healthy for my weight (BMI index of 36) even though that is considered obese (anything over 30 is), though I would like to be more fit.

OK, got off on a tangent there, so let me get back to where I was going . . . I applaud Madrid for their stand on underweight models, even though it looks to be an unpopular stance at the moment. Next all we have to do is get the fashion industry to quit making clothes in size 0 (zero), and maybe some of these girls will start eating cheeseburgers again.

On a more pervy note, I’m going to an Adult Toy Party this weekend, I think I’ll shop for a strapon dildo . . . (grin)

Man, I fucking hate dilemmas . . . Entry for September 20, 2006

Recently I started talking to someone again who had “written me off” because I started seeing couples. I had really REALLY liked “Y” too, but he told me he was looking for a certain special someone and I just wasn’t it. OK, I’m no stranger to rejection, but I had budding emotions for Y and really enjoyed his friendship, and it hurt a lot when he “dumped” me. Ironically the friendship I took up with was not even close to being worth losing his.

So I got over it, though really missed being friends, but I gave him his space and left him be . . . mostly. I love his writing and would visit his blog from time to time, and occasionally make a comment. He never replied back, and that was cool, I still loved his work and wanted him to know I appreciated his brilliant mind and creativity.

I had moved on in my life, made (and lost) other friendships, started to explore my bisexuality more, and even found someone on the other side of the globe that I’ve recently realized I like a lot, “L”. And he likes me too, to the extent of starting to plan a 2-week vacation from Switzerland to Kentucky in January just to see me!

Well, last week Y made a comment on my 360 page and I was quite (pleasantly) surprised to hear from him. We corresponded back and have started being friends again. L has been quite busy for the last couple weeks, and have chatted with him little, but he manages to call me every few days at least (from Switzerland!) to talk with me, and I appreciate that.

A few days ago I started chatting with Y, who lives in New Orleans (NOLA), while he was using a wireless internet connection at a bar. We talked all evening on personal topics: the boundary in place restricting me from speaking to him about my sexploits (makes him very jealous he says), mutual abusive childhoods, etc. We even talked about our mutual (STRONG) feelings for each other.

I told him when we “broke up” (if you can call it that) that I couldn’t be in love with someone I’ve never really met, and discussed the difference between loving someone and “being” in love. He says there’s no difference, but he’s so wrong. He’s 10 years younger than me, did I mention that? Lol. ahhh, to be so young and naive again and have such notions.

I have loved a lot of people in my life, and have been in love with a few (or at least it felt that way to me) that I shouldn’t have. I can love someone without being “in love” with them; love them for their mind, beauty, sense of humor, depth of kindness, etc. But being in love encompasses so much. And (thank god) at this stage of my life I am starting to filter the two and not be so infatuated or lovestruck that I can’t see a bad choice when it’s staring me right in the face.

This man is so damn tempting to me! Physically I couldn’t ask for more: Native American (oooo, have always lusted for them!), intelligent (why is that so hard to find for me?), extremely talented and creative, hair nearly long as mine (I’m a sucker for long hair), and a libido that rivals mine (that is REALLY rare!).

I could keep going, but in case he’s reading this, I wouldn’t want to swell his head, lol. Of course he has his faults too: he cheated on his wife of 12 years, with not one, but 2 women, and left her and their 2 kids for one of them (they broke up after Katrina evacuated them and she didn’t want to go back). And not to mention I caught him in a lie, it was a stupid one too.

Also he confessed to me that if his ex-wife would take him, he’d be back with her in a heartbeat. Hmmm, can you see where this is going? Well, we chatted all night when he was in the bar, then he went home and we talked (mmm, hot phone sex, I made him cum 4 times!) until 7am. During that conversation a bottle of wine was drunk and he admitted he had fallen in love with me.

That’s why he got so jealous and possesive over me, even though I told him he had no right to be. But since when does love listen to your common sense? In this case, my heart has a heightened sense of hearing from my head. Ever since my friend MrsDustyNutz opened my eyes with the “be in love with the person, not the feeling” dogma, I’ve learned not to get overloaded with the feelings coming at me.

Here lately I’ve been taking a step back from all potential relationships, romantic and otherwise, and have a very good emotional shield in place. But at times, when I get lonely usually, it weakens. Herein lies my problem: I’ve got two guys, both long distance from here, that seem to care for me now. WTF do I do? If Y hadn’t dumped me as a friend in the first place, I never would have gotten into a relationship with L.

L in Switzerland really likes me, I can tell. And I like him too: he’s single, never been married, no kids (my grandmother told me I needed to find a younger man who’s never been married and no kids, lol), has a good job (very driven in his career), is handsome (tall, dark hair and eyes) sexy (mmmm, that French accent, ooo laa laa!), enjoys talking to my kids, the list goes on and on.

BUT (isn’t there always a but?) he is half a world away, and there’s the thing about his libido not matching mine (nothing that Cialis can’t overcome though). I was equally attracted to both men on sight, but share deeper, emotional ties with Y in NOLA. But L in Vaud, Suisse seems to be more stable emotionally (though all three of us have suffered from bouts of depression). I don’t know, I’m so confused.

Who do I want more? Y in NOLA, hands down. It’s a chemistry thing that I feel all the way down to my inner being. Is that a good choice? Hmmm, probably not. L on the other hand doesn’t have the jealousy/possessiveness issues that Y has and doesn’t trip if others are meeting my physical needs (at this time). He turns me on as well, and I think there’s a lot of potential there for exploring our sexual limits and boundaries.

I don’t know what to do, can you see why I’m having issues? What do you think, have you “been there/done that” before?

What do you want from life? . . . Entry for September 17, 2006

I’ve been chatting with a friend on the deeper philosophical issues in life, such as wisdom, knowledge and truth, and how one doesn’t necessarily mean the other. For instance: knowledge isn’t wisdom, but a path to get there; and truth is not wisdom and so on and so forth. It was a pretty deep conversation, and I only barely grasped the subject on its crumbling edges (I admit to being stoned, lol), but anyways. . .

It got me to thinking just now about that old song by The Tubes, “What Do You Want From Life?” and of course, I’m downloading it off of Limewire even as I type, lol. I remember when I was in college (U of L, Class of ’96) one of the questions asked in class was “Where do you see yourself in 15 years?” My smug ass answer was “CIO (Chief Information Officer) of a Fortune 500 company.”

Of course now I know that’s not what I want to be doing. I had my corporate dream job at the Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco and it was assassinated by business politics. My illusions of rising high in the corporate ranks were completely destroyed, never to be seen again. So now here I am, living in the country, and doing independent contract work, keeping our heads above water and out of the homeless shelter.

But what do I really want from life? Some people might say, “Love”, but that is a double-edged sword, it cuts both ways. Its wounds are especially deep and painful if you don’t feel the same way they do. I’ve had this problem of people “falling” for me this past year. It didn’t use to be a problem, cause I usually fell right back, but that led in into quite a few bad relationships and I’m trying to kick that habit. I’m making sure next time I’m in love with the person and not just the feeling.

Lately one of the first things I tell people I get sexually involved with (on a regular basis) is “Falling in love with me would be the worst mistake of your life.” I say this because a) its true; and b) I usually become physically involved with someone before my emotions kick in. I know I know, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but I’m a horny bitch, OK?

One of my favorite quotes is this (said in Forrest Gump’s voice): “My Mama always said that to men, good head feels like love every time” and it’s a proven truism, at least to me anyways. C’mon, admit it guys, most men think with their little head and not with the big one, don’t they? There are of course, exceptions to every rule.

Anyways, I’m starting to ramble (lol), so the standard answer “Love” isn’t for me. Neither is a good job, meaning “Security”. I’ve had that and life can still suck ass. Next is “Money” well, money is good (duh!) but it isn’t everything, it has its own problems. “Respect”? Sorry, don’t need it, I’ve already got self-respect. I’m in decent “Health” so don’t need that either.

I’m pretty low maintenance so “Happiness” hasn’t hard to achieve (a clean house works great, now if my boys would only learn that, lol). I think what I really want from life is to have made this world a little bit better place be in when it’s time for me to leave it. Then I would have been successful. I want my epithet to be able to say, “She made us smile”. So what do you want from life?

What Do You Want From Life
Spooner/Evans (The Tubes)

What do you want from life
To kidnap an heiress
or threaten her with a knife

What do you want from life
To get cable TV
and watch it every night

There you sit
a lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
and what do you wear
when you're sleeping

What do you want from life
An Indian guru
to show you the inner light

What do you want from life
a meaningless love affair
with a girl that you met tonight

How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night

How do know when you're really in love
Do violins play when you're touching the one
That you're loving

What do you want from life
Someone to love
and somebody that you can trust

What do you want from life
To try and be happy
while you do the nasty things you must

(this next part is kinda crazy, sung in “TV announcer” type voice, you really got to hear it to understand, lol)
Well, you can't have that, but if you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a king-size Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year's supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador, a new mastodon,
a Maverick, a Mustang, a Montego,
a Merc Montclair, a Mark IV, a meteor,
a Mercedes, an MG, or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty, a Maserati, a Mac truck,
a Mazda, a new Monza, or a moped,
a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby's arm holding an apple?

(Other great songs by “The Tubes” include “White Punks On Dope” and “Don’t Touch Me There”)

Birthday sex (and other such gifts, lol) . . . Entry for September 15, 2006

I wanna shout out to T&C for having me over the other night, I can’t wait till the meet and greet party on the 23rd, lol. T&C are a young couple I met here on 360. We’ve been chatting and blogging back and forth for a while now and they recently joined the swing group I’m in. I’ve been kind of excited thinking about meeting them there. I like making new friends, and I figured it would be fun to have someone to hang out with, not to mention it would be their first time too.

Well, a couple of days ago when I jumped on 360 checking my friends (and favorites) pages (click the “home” link at the top of your 360 page), I noticed T had blogged it was his 28th birthday. I read the piece and decided to jump on yahoo and say hi. I don’t yahoo much these days, mostly just to clear all the invites (grrr). T was online and we started chatting. I was a little upset about something and chatting with him helped a lot (OK, so did the “4:20”).

To make a long story short, I asked him if he’d like a birthday blowjob, hehehe. I don’t know what it is about birthdays and “birthday sex”, but I’ve always felt it’s a pretty cool gift that gives in both directions, you know what I mean? We both knew me and his wife C were on our periods, so that kinda limited what kind of playing we would be able to do. Earlier in our discussion, I had mentioned my current abstinence of dick penetration, and T was cool with it (whew! You never know how guys will take that).

I don’t really understand it myself, but I’m not a lesbian, I LOVE sucking cock! I ADORE men! But I lust after women. Lately I’ve just wanted to explore my “feminine” side further. They’re so soft, feminine, sensual, mmmm, tasty too! Hehehe, I’m such a perv and ain’t never gonna change! He said I didn’t have to come over to give him a birthday blowjob (damn it), but I could come over and hang out for a while if I wanted to. They live over an hour away, but I really needed to get out of the house, so I said I was coming over.

I had a really great time with T&C and their 3-year-old son, he’s so adorable! Made me miss when my boys were that little. I helped cut potatoes for supper with them and little man was cracking me up with his antics. It’s been my firm belief that small children should be hooked up to generators, then there would be no energy shortage.

After we ate me and C drove to the store to get cigarettes and so I could “smoke one”. At the checkout counter there was a display of roses, and I decided to buy T one and some lottery tickets as a present. We surprised him with it when we came back, but unfortunately the tickets weren’t winners. Their son had fallen asleep while we went to the store, and I reminded them I was going to check out their computer since it was running so slow.

Earlier I had told C she needed better pics on their blog page, the one that was up there just didn’t do her justice. She had told me the ones they took were too big and she didn’t know how to resize them. I navigated to her picture folder and started teaching her how to edit them. Mmmm, they had quite a few very naughty pics in there, and it was getting me excited, period or no period.

T was sitting on their waterbed in his bathrobe (freshly showered) and when I passed him on my way to use the bathroom, I flipped back a corner of it and flashed myself, with his dick lol. They both laughed, and when I came back, I sat on the rail for a better look. C was sitting on the other rail and I lifted his robe and looked at her with a raised eyebrow requesting permission (like a good little pervy guest, lol) and it was given with a grin.

That was all I needed and in an instant I was kneeling in front of him on the floor at the edge of bed. Opening his robe completely, my mouth sought the prize lying there. Mmmm, I licked and nibbled and sucked for quite a while, while C watched me grinning. I watched T’s face while I sucked his cock, feeling my pussy throb. C sat down by T’s head and started kissing him. I think that is so fucking hot when couples do that!

I was sucking long and hard (no pun intended) when I heard a sound like air escaping. This when on for a little bit, and then I noticed a paint-like smell coming from somewhere. The window was open, so I figured it was coming from outside, but a few minutes later I had to stop cause I was getting a little dizzy. That’s when we realized that I had been kneeling in front of a box that had spray paint cans in it and one of them started spraying orange paint under the waterbed.

We all cracked up and took a breather (literally, lol) and I removed my top and pants, leaving my whisper sheer animal print panties on. I laid down on the bed with my feet towards T’s head, and C took her top off and sat down by his head. He sucked her titties while I sucked his cock, mmmm it was too hot. My pussy was throbbing in my panties when T pulled them aside and started playing with my clit.

That felt sooo good! I had my other had playing with C’s nipple for a bit while I massaged his cock with my tongue, then she took off her pants. I took off my panties too, and positioned my ass facing T. I had his cock in my mouth (I wanted to suck it dry!) while his strong steady fingers hit me right on the g-spot. I was moaning around the hard dick throbbing on my tongue, as my other hand reached around and found C’s fastly swelling clit.

Lifting my head off his cock for a second, I wet my fingers thickly and reached for her sweet pussy lips again. I spread them gently to find the little bud hidden there, and stroked it to flame. I didn’t once miss a beat sucking his cock and stoking her clit; us listening to her moans; him watching her face, smiling. I was so fucking hot, I started cumming on his fingers pumping my hot pussy over the edge.

I stoked and fingered C and felt her get wetter too. I had tasted pre-cum off and on, but still, T didn’t orgasm. I thought, “Damn, the Dude’s got stamina!” I listened to her moans with my head buried down on T’s dick, putting his hand on the back of my head, twisting my hair in his grasp. Hmmm, his cock got even harder and my pussy wetter as he tugged on my hair, shoving it in stronger.

Fingering C’s smooth, wet pussy faster, I heard her fast little gasps, and that made my fuck my pussy harder on his hand. Damn it was all so fucking hot! I had to stop and take another breather though, whew! I needed something to drink, cottonmouth sux ass, lol. Taking a sip I noticed the time. It was getting pretty late and I had a long drive home, so unfortunately it was time for me to go.

I kissed them both and thanked them for a great night, I was just sorry I was unable to make him cum (damn t!). That’s when he told me that he hardly EVER cums by getting a blow job. “Doh!” I thought, hitting my head! If I had known that I would have concentrated on jacking him off, lol. As it was, I told them the next time we got together (at the next party) neither of us would be on our periods, so watch out, hehehe! I really want to lick her clit while he fucks the hell outta her!

Pearls of Wisdom I . . . Entry for September 13, 2006

Its been raining for days, and now it’s overcast, gloomy, and I’m BORED out of my freakin’ mind! There’s a series of books called “Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader” that makes for good reading when you’re sitting down doing nothing but . . . well, you know. Anyways, I was thumbing through it (again) and came across some interesting quotes that I wanted to share, so here goes:

Groucho Marx, 1890-1977

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”

“I was married by a judge. I should have asked for the jury.”

“Remember men, we’re fighting for this woman’s honor- which is probably more than she ever did.”
“If I held you any closer, I’d be on the other side of you.”

“Those are my principles. If you don’t like them, I have others.”

“From the moment I picked up your book and laid it down I was convulsing with laughter. Someday I intend to read it.”

“The husband who wants a perfect marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his checkbook open”

“Oh, are you from Wales? Do you know Jonah? He used to live in Wales for a while.”

“Blood’s not thicker than money.”

“He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”

“The secret of success is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you’ve got it made.”

“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too hard to read.”

“Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?”

“Well, I hardly know where to begin. I hardly know when to stop, either; just give me a few drinks and see for yourself.”

Five years ago . . . Entry for September 11, 2006

Do you remember what you were doing on 9/11/01 when the tragedy struck? The day before 9/11 I had surgery done on my right breast. I wasn’t even 40, but I had found a small, painful lump, and after mammogram and ultra-sound tests, the doctors were still unsure of what the mass was. I opted for a biopsy procedure instead of waiting to see if the mass developed further. The outpatient surgery was uneventful, except for an incident in the recovery room.

My husband was living with me again (don’t ask, I still need a divorce, lol) and he preferred my pussy clean-shaven. So when I went under the knife, I naked and hairless as a peeled grape. In the recovery room as I was coming out of the anesthesia, a nurse came in said something about checking my incision and lifted up the sheet and looked DOWN towards my legs, not up towards my chest.

“Oh silly me” she said and put the sheet back down, “that’s not where you had surgery” and left the room. I was still groggy, but I was like “WTF was that all about?” It wasn’t until I got back home later that it dawned on me, the bitch was perving my bald pussy! “OMG, “ I told my husband, “the nurses must have passed it around that I was shaved and she wanted a peek!”

Believe it or not, it really bothered me, ME of all people! I don’t mind people perving me with my permission, but it made me feel violated that they did it in my semi-conscious state, I felt it was akin to visual rape. I almost called the hospital and made an issue out of it, but in the less than 24 hours the world changed forever, and my privacy concerns seemed so trivial in comparrison.

There I was at home in bed the next morning, drugged up on painkillers with my lazy-ass husband sound asleep next to me, watching old reruns of ER. Suddenly the scene switched to a damaged skyscraper with smoke billowing out of it. I looked around for the remote, cause I figured I must have rolled over on it or something and changed the channel. I mean, there was no announcement, no segue, no nothing, the TV had just switched over to the World Trade Center in flames.

At first I though “A fire?” Then a reporter started talking and it dawned on me, what I was watching was LIVE, happening right now! In shock and horror, I shook my husband awake. I can’t remember now what I said, but I was scared shitless. The news was just starting to sink in that a plane had just crashed into the world trade center, when the second plane hit.

The reports were confusing, but it didn’t matter. Very soon on the heels of that image, a wave of unreality swept over me like a tsunami, as I watched the buildings fall in what seemed like slow motion to the ground. People running and screaming everywhere, clouds of dust and ash obscured everything, turning the world a chalky gray. Tears were coursing down my face and I remember saying “All those people, all those people” knowing there were probably very few survivors.

It’s been 5 years now and luckily the lump wasn’t cancer. The scar on my right breast is nearly invisible, but the scars this country suffered will never disappear. A European friend asked me recently if George Bush had planned the attacks and I was dumbfounded. Apparently this is a common rumor in other countries, that we did this to ourselves.

I may disapprove of the way our government is being run at the moment, but I hate to think that other nations believe we are pure evil, because that’s what it would amount to. We as a nation would never even consider or condone such actions, the idea in itself is ludicrous. Our President may be politically self-serving, but he’s not a monster, just an idiot.

Let us all take a moment to remember the innocent bystanders who went to work that fateful day, as well as the heroes and heroines who fell while trying to save them. They deserve our thoughts and prayers today, as well as the families they left behind. Amen.

Cleaning house (part TWO). . . Entry for September 8, 2006

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Cleaning house (part ONE). . . Entry for September 6, 2006

This past Saturday I had a close friend trip out on me, and was really surprised (though I shouldn't have been in retrospect). I had had some problems with her a few weeks ago when I first joined the swingers group I’m in. She became really cold to me and I was confused why she was acting, well, kind of jealous.

After a few days of getting the cold shoulder, I finally called her husband on his cell phone when I knew he would be working and we talked about it. I was shocked when he told me that she had developed “feelings” for me, and wanted exclusivity to be part of our friendship. He was surprised himself, he confessed at first he thought HE would be the one to get attached to me, not HER.

I was amazed, even before we had ever met, she had read my 360 profile. In it I specifically state that I think romance sux ass. I had thought I made it perfectly clear in my posts and in our discussions that I was not looking for ANY kind of deep relationship, just friendship. I was hurt, because I have so few close female friends, and she had became the closest, in and out of bed (she was the first woman that I had been with in a loooong time).

We had several chat conversations to work things out, and I told her she was being selfish and self-pitying, and that I had done nothing wrong. I told her I valued our friendship and I’m sorry she was hurt, but I am entitled to live my life the way I want. We talked about it and after that, things were better. I told her she should check out the swing group I was in because I was making friends, but she said she wasn’t into that.

I asked her "Why not? I thought you liked perving cams?" To which she replied "Just because I like to watch a few cams doesn't mean I want to see a bunch of people fucking." Which I thought was a dumb thing to say, cause I mean for real, its all voyeurism. I tried explaining to her that the group wasn't just about fucking, there was more to it than that, but she insisted she wasn't into "that kind of thing".

But the next thing I knew, she had joined the yahoo swingers group under a different yahoo ID I had never seen her use. Which made me wonder about her motives, cause that sounded awfully close to cyber-stalking to find out what I was up to (like I don’t tell the whole world my life anyways, lol). Well, I figured maybe she got curious and changed her mind about the whole "lifestyle" I thought that was the end of the problems we were having and things were back to normal, but I was wrong.

Early last week I had made that “play date” with Red, but on Thursday my friend messaged that me she could “possibly” spend the night on Saturday while her husband went hunting if the weather held out. I was excited and wanted her to come over for a slumber party (We invited another female friend we had been chatting with), but I didn’t tell her about my play date, thought I did contemplate canceling for about a second, but then realized that would be stupid.

I was still unsure of what her reaction would be if I told her about it, and honestly, it really wasn't any of her business. I know that sounds bitchy, but it’s my life to live the way I see fit, and that right should be respected. Well, when Saturday came, it was overcast and wet, spitting rain off and on all day. It didn’t look like she was going to be able to come over without her hubby getting “whiney” as she puts it.

She told me she was feeling crampy anyways and probably would be any fun in that department, but I told her I didn’t want her to come over just for sex, I had a good time with her in and out of bed. We could still have fun in my chatroom The Pussy Café like we did before, just chatting with the roomies and messing around on cam, but she cancelled on me anyways. It was OK though, I understood.

After that I was bored jumped online to our group’s message bored to see what was going on and read about some of the members plans for the long Labor Day weekend. One couple posted they wanted to camp at the “ Land Between the Lakes” (a national recreational area here in Kentucky) at someplace where they could be naked 90% of the time.

Me (being the smartass that I am) replied to their message “Well, you can camp at the Land Between my Legs and be naked 100% of the time . . . oh wait, you said LAKES . . . nevermind, lol” and wished everyone a happy Labor Day weekend. I thought it was funny anyways, but apparently my “friend” did not.

I guess she took it seriously because she sent me an offline IM saying: <*****>: I'm sure you wont have any problems finding someone to camp between your legs At first I thought maybe it was a joke or something, was she being for real? Apparently she was, because 5 min after that she had sent another offline message: <*****>: Techy you and I are going to have a heart to heart talk.......thanks for finding OTHER things to do so fast.

I could not fucking believe this crap! I thought we had this shit settled and c'mon, it was a fucking JOKE! But even if it wasn't, the drama was getting to be a bit too much. I have enough things going on in my life as it is without having to deal with negativity and judgmental people. What did we “have a heart to heart talk” about? I hadn’t done anything that would warrant that kind of conversation as far as I could tell.

I was pissed off, the last thing I needed was to get depressed over the long holiday weekend. I wanted to spend it having a good time with my kids, fishing and cooking out, and now here I got a "friend" tripping out on me. I needed some stress relief badly, so I went looking for JD to see if he had some “smoke”. He was working up the hill with the chickens, so on the pretense of gathering firewood for the cookout, I drove up there and waved him down.

I had been kind of distant to JD lately, mainly due to the fact that my “physical” needs were being met elsewhere. That was the only reason I had anything to do with him sexually in the first place, lol. I mean c’mon, he told me he was a “happily” married man (whatever that means, lol). I see him all the time now that the kids are back in school, and have kept turning him down his advances even though we stay friendly.

One day a couple weeks ago while we were getting stoned in my living room, I asked him what the deal was if he was so “happily married” and we had a discussion on the topict. I told him he needed to “train that bitch up” to give some good head, lol, which apparently she doesn’t do (I can’t help it if I give good head, hehehe). Then he confessed that it was the thrill of it all, the cheating and possibility of getting caught that was the biggest turn on for him (other than yours truly, lol).

Ahhh, that I could understand . . . at least to a degree. I don’t get off on that kind of “thrill”, but I know plenty of people who do. While we were talking, and even though I already turned him down, he grabbed his cock through his pants and said “See what you do to me though?” I thought, “well DUH, I’m fucking sitting here naked and we’re talking about sex . . .” but explained I just wasn’t in the mood right then.

Then he asked if I could watch him jack off, and thought “why the hell not?” I told him “go for it dude!” and got him a paper towel from the kitchen, sat back down on the couch and started watching. Man JD’s got a nice big dick for such a skinny guy, lol. I started talking dirty to him, teasing him, saying “mmmm, I bet you would love for me to wrap my lips around that wouldn’t you?” and gave him a verbal blow job.

He only lasted a couple of minutes before he started cumming all over his hand and belly, and it was a lot too! It was the last time I had anything sexual to do with him. That was until my pissed off mood brought me up the hill to get some wood (lol) and I asked him if he could get me any smoke. He couldn’t, but offered to get me high instead, which I gladly accepted.

We sat in his truck and smoked a few bowls while I bitched and moaned about my friendship problems, and pretty soon I was flying high and didn't care as much anymore. We talked and he grabbed his dick thru his pants and said "See how fucking horny you get me?" I get hornier when I'm buzzed so I told him to let me see it. He was more than happy to grant my request, lol.

He pulled out his cock and damned it there wasn't precum dripping from the head! "Damn dude, look at that precum" I pointed out, and of course I had to taste it. Opening my mouth wide, I took it all in, well, most of it anyways, lol. I sucked and nibbled for a few minutes, all the while my pussy was pulsing. "Are you wet yet?" he asked, and I took my mouth off his dick to reply "Why don't you check?" I pulled the drawstring and lowered my pants a little and leaned back in the seat.

At first he stroked my pussy lips a little commenting "Hmmm, just a little damp". Then he stuck his fingers in and then felt and heard the juices soaking into my gray velour pants as he stroked my g-spot. "Damn girl you got a wet pussy!" He asked me if I wanted to go out into the woods on the "Gator" (a farm 4-wheeter) and have a little fun, and his timing was right so I said sure.

He drove back to the barn to get it, and I went down to the trailer to fix me a Long Island Tea. I was now hot for some reason, and my problems seemed very far away . . . More to cum

Anyways, on to some fun stuff . . . (PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED)

EDITORS NOTE: This post was written after my "Male Arrogance" post. It went unfinished and unpublished (until now), because of some personal shit that happened. Instead I wrote and posted that second poem in my "Poetry Corner" post of August 21. At first I didn't want to hurt the feelings of the parties involved, but now I realize writing is my art and my outlet so I can keep my sanity and not keep all the crap that goes on in my life inside. So I'm posting it now, it was written August 20th . . .

This past Friday (August 18th) my girlfriend and me had planned a little slumber party in my newly cleaned bedroom (I got a bed now, yeah!). She came over and helped me clean this mess up now that the boys are back in school. Apparently she'd never seen anyone clean in the nude before and I think she found it amusing, lol.

I am so uninhibited (I mean c'mon, I was a stripper, lol) and feel so comfortable in my skin (no matter how "plush" I might be at the moment), that I forget that not everyone else is. I just look at it as skin, everybody's got it. And it feels so much better without clothes, especially in the hot summer months, lol.

The first day she came over to help, it started to storm, and was gonna spend the night then. It would have been a spur of the moment thing, she didn't have a change of clothes or any booze (grin), but her family needed her back at home, so we planned to do it the next day. I even edited my 360 blast message saying we were gonna have a slumber party.

She came over the next day after getting the OK from hubby, and helped me while I finished cleaning up my mess of a room. Afterwards, we jumped into my chatroom "The Pussy Café" on ANYwebcam and chatted/cammed throughout the evening. I started getting her used to being on cam, cause it's not something she's done much of before (she's really shy). But after I made us margaritas, I figured, with enough Tequila in her (I started calling it Quetila by the end of the night, lmao) I could make her comfortable enough to play with me on cam.

We had fun teasing the roomies in the Pussy Café, kissing each other, playing with her big soft titys, getting her to relax enough and take off her t-shirt, but leave her overalls strap up . . .

EDITORS NOTE: This is where I originally left off, so now let me summarize what happened the rest of that night . . . Her husband got "whiney" as she calls it, and came over to spend the night, ruining my slumber party, killing my plans for the good time "I" wanted to have. He hadn't yet been able to get it up around me (though I did make him cum before while giving him head) and I really only wanted to have girl fun that night. But being the "good friend" that I was, I put on my happy face and pretended everything was allright.

But it wasn't. I was very disappointed and I'm not going to go into the details at this late date.

I smell sex and candy here . . . Entry for September 4, 2006

Last week I got a call from WP (the blow job guy from the party) asking me if I wanted to make a 4-some partner swap with RedQueeny and her hubby. I was hesitant at first. I mean I had a GREAT time at the party with all of them, don't get me wrong. But as weird as this may sound, I just don't want any dick penetration at this time. And this coming from a woman who has loved sex her whole life!

I don't have any intention of giving up men entirely, I like guys too much. But it seems like all the sexual trysts I've had for the last year have been disappointing in one way or another. I don't think that I'm anything special or that my pussy's made of gold or something (I've met bitches like that and can't stand those whores) but I dunno, I guess I want it to mean something.

Now this restriction doesn't include oral sex or mutual masturbation. Hell, that would be like stepping on my own dick (if I had one, lol). I love oral sex and masturbation with both men and women; the smells, tastes, textures, sensations, sounds . . . mmmm, nothin' like it! Red called me on the phone and I tried explaining my boundaries to her. Luckily for me she understood completely and it was cool, they still wanted me to come over.

With that out of my way, I was free to relax and enjoy myself. I arrived but still was a little nervous, I ran out of "smoke" to relax me and I don't drink and drive. I hadn't really been in this kind of situation in a very long time, but I was just going to go with the flow. Mr. B (Red's hubby) made us some pizza, and while it was baking, we got to know each other a little better. I found out that we had a lot in common, both of us have children with similar behavioral issues.

We ate pizza (yummy!) in the basement and decided to play strip poker afterward to kind of "get the ball rolling" (so to speak, lol). Red had already changed into a pink 2-piece camisole and panty set (she's got a great bubble butt, amongst other things, hehehe) so I removed my pants and tied my gold fringed shawl around my hips. I usually take cues from my hostess on issues of dress and always remove articles of clothing as needed, lol

It looked like it was going to be a quick card game since everyone else only had 3 articles of clothing, but I think that was the point (grin). After a few hands of five-card draw, everyone was soon naked and then it was winner's choice. Red won the next hand and had WP suck on her titties, mmmm, that was fun to watch! Then I won the hand after that and pounced on Mr. B's cock and started sucking away.

Our party was in full swing then (no pun intended, lol) and out came the toys. While Mr. B sat on the couch and I gave him a blow job, I was on my knees riding my acrylic dildo, Ruffles. Everyone was having a blast, and Red's moans while WP licked her pussy were making me soaking wet! I watched her orgasm while Mr. B licked my pussy and played with the toys, it was so fucking hot.

We all took a breather and started talking about vibrators and Mr. B said he might be able to fix my egg wand for me (yea!). They had the coolest little bullet I've ever seen too, small, powerful and sound activated, isn't that awesome? After a bit I started sucking Mr. B's cock again and he let me have my way with him, hehehe, but he still didn't cum yet.

Red came over and was playing with my pussy while stroking WP's cock, and that was so hot. Pretty soon I had her sitting on the couch and I was diving between her legs, I wanted to make her twitch and moan too! I spread her pretty little pussy lips and attached my mouth to her clit and started licking away.

I could tell from her body language that she liked light, delicate tongue pressure and I kept it up. I put 2 fingers in her pussy and tried to find her g-spot while still licking her clit, her moans making me never want to stop. I took my fingers out and spread her smooth shaved pussy lips again, and concentrated on her hard little clit, licking and flicking away with my tongue. Her body tensed even more and I finally took her over the edge, it was awesome!

I just love making women cum! I tried to keep on licking but she made me stop, damn it, her pussy was just too sensitized, lol. We had another breather then me and Mr. B started talking tech, while Red gave WP head. It was cool sitting there chatting with him and watching her suck WP off. I never did get him to cum though and felt a little disappointed at that, cause I really wanted to rock his world too.

It wasn't that I did a bad job (ME? A bad blow job? Never!) but Red told me later that he had been holding back on me, lol. But it was all good . . . everyone had a really great time that night from the licks er, I mean looks of it, lol. And since then, Red has invited me back to be "the center of attention" next time, which is a awesome place to be (grin). I'm definitely looking forward to it.

The plural of Spouse is Spice (part TWO). . . Entry for September 1, 2006

I took this picture when I finally got home (about 3am) from the Obororedneck group's Meet and Greet party this past Saturday. Don't I look like the cat that ate the mouse? Hehehe, but it's more like the cat that ate the kitty (and loved every fucking minute of it!), which is exactly what I was at that moment.

Now where was I? Oh yea, pretty fucking high and dancing with all the pretty ladies at the party. After a couple of songs my wasted ass was wiped out and had to find a fan to sit down in front of and cool off. DISCLAIMER: Now, remember I was pretty trashed and my memory starts getting a little fuzzy after this point, so I can't guarantee the accuracy everything I did after, but I do remember the best parts, lol.

I decided I was wearing entirely too many clothes, so I went out to my car, finished smoking my "fatty" and went back in with my stash of sexy outfits. Walking back onto the dance floor, I put down my bag and shook my ass to another song they was playing, and got all hot and sweaty again. Afterwards, I started talking to Babiegirl (who I had chatted with on yahoo) and I asked her to help me pick out what to wear.

We went into the restroom (which is pretty roomy, lol) and I started pulling out my lingerie to get her opinion. There wasn't much ventilation in there and it was hot, so she helped me pick some things and told me she'd see me outside. I decided on my little turquoise blue shorty shorts (that showed off half my ass) and a matching sleeveless half T-shirt that I've had for like 20 years (that showed off half my tits, lol).

While I was putting my stuff back in my bag, Sinful had come out of the bathroom. She was wearing this hot-pink fringed long camisole lingerie outfit with a matching thong. I thought she looked pretty fucking hot, and I'm not sure if I asked her permission or not (LOL!), but I lifted her nighty and started licking her pussy. Mmmm, tasty!

I wasn't really trying to make her cum, it was just play (OK, I was being a pussy slut, lol) so I stopped after a couple minutes cause it was so fucking hot in there, and we went back out on the dance floor. The girls were all circling the stripper pole (every dance floor needs a stripper pole I think, hehehe) and I started circling them, almost like a shark when there's blood in the water, lol.

I danced and teased and touched, then started playing with RedQueeny. While we were dancing, her back was to the pole and I started kissing her. Hmmm, kissing women is so hot, I think I remember kissing quite few that night, lol, but like I said, some of the memory is fuzzy. Anyways, after a song or two, I dropped to my knees in front of RedQueeny right there on the dance floor.

She was wearing this cute black cotton camisole t-shirt with matching panties. I pulled aside and I started playing with her pussy. Hmmm, she was really wet and I lapped at her with my tongue, drinking it all in. I just love the way women taste!!! The song ended and I stood up with this big grin on my face and we kissed again, she was smiling.

I poured me some more wine (yea, like I needed to get drunker, lol) and went back to playing pool and messing with the guys. I let them know I was only there for the pussy, but still let a couple cop a feel here and there, hehehe. I didn't care, I was having a great time with their wives, lol!

At one point (not sure which point, lol) I was licking pussy out by the DJ's equipment and dirty dancing with everyone. RedQueeny's husband was sitting to the side watching from the wings, and I went over and gave him a lap dance (I was a stripper ya know, lol). I think it put a grin on his face and I know I put a bulge in his pants, hehehe.

I changed into my sheer black panties with the turquoise blue lace trim and wandered into the other more "private" areas of the clubhouse. I went into the maroon room and started molesting Babiegirl, who was lounging on the futon. From talking to her before I knew she was still in possession of her bi-cherry and I'm definitely a bi cherry picker (lmao!). I must have collected near a dozen in my life, lol.

We kissed and I played with her (huge, lol) boobs, inspecting and tasting the beautiful fairy tattoo she has on her left tit. I touched and teased her, trying to talk her out of her pants, and the whole the time my panties were getting more soaked by the minute. She liked me playing with her, but her pants were put on with super-glue damnit, lol. That was ok though, I always enjoy a challenge.

I sat on the floor next to the futon and started rubbing her feet. I looked up and I could see she was diggin' it and thought "Cha ching!" so I started kissing her toes. Oh man, I know how much I love to have my toes played with, so I put hers in my mouth one at a time and started sucking on them like they were a cock. The look on her face was priceless as I sucked first on one foot, then the other. But them pants STILL wouldn't come off, lol.

I was no big deal though, I was having a fucking blast anyways, and so was she. When I was done with both her feet, I sat up and noticed all the people in the room who were sitting around us, watching. Sitting on the floor to my right was Wildpair (she has a nice big pair too!) and her hubby. I turned my attention to her and pretty soon, I was on all fours, with my ass up in the air, and face buried between her thighs.

It was so totally awesome; I was in heaven! I licked, tasted and fingered that luscious pussy, all the while her husband was sitting behind her, holding her and watching. I licked her clit back and forth, trying to find her g-spot with my fingers. After a few minutes, I noticed someone was rubbing his or her hands over my ass. I didn't know who it was, or even if it they were male or female, and I wasn't about to stop pleasing Wildpair just to find out.

Someone rolled the panties down off my ass and took them off completely, I still didn't know who. Hands were stroking the soft skin of my bubble butt while I spread Wildpair's pussy lips apart so I could lick at her clit better. The next thing I knew someone was playing with my pussy from behind, their fingers stoking my dripping wet lips and swollen clit.

OMG, I was so fucking hot!!! I moaned into her pussy as I ate her out and spread my own legs a little farther apart giving someone better access, pushing my round ass higher up in the air. As I sucked on her clit and tongued inside her, someone slipped his or her fingers into my tight, wet pussy hole. I don't know if they were ready for it or not, but I gushed all over their hand as the fingers went in deep.

I kept licking and sucking Wildpair's pussy while I was getting finger fucked, harder, deeper, faster. My pussy came on their hand again and again, pussy juices dripping down their wrist I'm sure. I think she finally came during all this, but my head was spinning from all my orgasms so I don't really remember (but I sure hope so!). I stopped eating her pussy and sat up, panting, and kissed her, thanking her for letting me play.

I never did figure out who fingered me so well, but that didn't bother me a bit. I got up and went to change into something else (I love to play dress up, lol) because I had lost my panties. This time I put on a pair of turquoise stretch-lace hipster panties that look great on my ass. I tied a matching scarf around my hips (hiding some belly fat, lol), and went around socializing, trying to cool off a bit.

I ended up wandering into this one room that was all black with a black light on that we had painted glow-in-the-dark stars and moons all over the walls. People were finger painting all over each other with the glow-in-the-dark paint, and I decided to join in the fun. I was licking paint off titties (they really need to make that stuff taste better, lol) and got my titties painted too. I remember putting my tit prints on one of the walls (twin moons, lol) and on one of the guy's shaved head, lol.

People were sitting on a couch up against one of the walls and I wandered over to see what was going on. Sinful was over there getting her pussy licked by this one guy. In my drunk and stoned state, I thought it was her husband, lol. I watched them play for a bit, and I remember kissing her and sucking on her nipples. I was surprised to realize her nipples were pierced and I had lots of fun using my tongue to play with her nipple jewelry.

My pussy was getting wetter the harder her nipples got and pretty soon I . . . well . . . kinda pushed to guy to one side and took over eating her pussy. He didn't seem to mind though, lmao. I love watching women's faces as I give them head (if my head is in position to, hehehe), it helps me to figure out if I'm doing it right, lol.

I was trying to find the g-spot inside her pussy with my fingers when the guy told me she prefers to be licked on the outside. I appreciated the tip, and went to work on trying to make her cum. She was smooth, clean-shaven and very wet and tasty. I took my fingers out of her pussy and spread her lips apart, lightly brushing my tongue over her lips and clit. I could see her beautifully expressive face from where I was licking and knew I was on the right track.

Pulling back the hood from her clit, I wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked, flicking my tongue back and forth. I spread her legs farther apart to get at her clit better and I could feel her body tense as my tongue lashed at her pussy. Licking and sucking, I felt her pussy lips and clit swell up the closer she got to cumming.

It could have been a minute or an hour later, I don't know time just kind of stopped, but I felt her body tense as she started to orgasm. I looked up at her as I licked and flicked her clit faster, watching her face as I took her over the edge. She came quietly, but wetly all over my face . . . it was fucking awesome! I took my head up off her lap and kissed her, thanking her for letting me make her cum, and she pushed my head over to the guy who was eating her out first.

I really wasn't into getting any dick that night, but since I thought it was her husband, I thought what the fuck. I figured kinda owed him something for pushing him out of the way, lol. So I bent my head down to his lap and unzipped his pants, taking out his throbbing cock. Hmmm, I really am a very oral person and love to please, so it was a pleasure to wrap my lips around his hardon.

He slid off the couch, got more comfortable on the floor and I took a Peppermint Altoid (curiously strong, lol) out of my bag and chewed it up before resuming his blow job. I lowered my head down on his cock and started licking it slowly, closing my mouth around it and massaging the shaft with my tongue, letting the strong mint candy melt all over his dick as I sucked on his balls.

I took my mouth off of him and breathed lightly on his cock and watched it twitch with the twin sensations of heat and cool. Putting his cock back in my mouth, I lowered my head all the way down, and sucked away to my little hearts content. My memory starts to get kind of fuzzy after that point, lol. But as best as I can remember, after a while he raised my head off him and laid me down on the floor then removed my panties.

I closed my eyes and relaxed back as he spread my legs and started licking my clit. Hmmm, it felt so good and I was so wet and horny from sucking his cock! I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me as he inserted his fingers in my pussy and hunted for my g-spot. Pretty soon he found it and thrust his fingers in, again and again, and my pussy fountained all over his hand.

I started cumming very loudly, moaning and thrashing as the waves of orgasm swept me away, not caring if I was heard down the block (and probably was too, lol). I sat up and laid him back down on the floor and resumed my blow job. I wanted to give as good as I got, so I started sucking the hell out of his cock. Pretty soon I noticed fingers were playing with my pussy again and I was moaning all over his cock. But like before, I didn't know whose fingers and didn't give a shit, lol.

I sucked and stroked, licked and played with his balls, tasting every inch of him. His cock swelled and tensed up in my mouth. As I soon tasted his precum, I lifted my head off his dick so I could watch. Grabbing his cock with my hand, Ijacked him off quick and fast, rubbing the head in my face and tits. He came in a rush, all over my hand and tits . . . it was so sweet!

Sitting up with a big shit-eatin' grin on my face, I looked down and was amazed. CSI was right, bodily fluids do glow in the dark, lmao! I thanked him for the good time, got up to find something to clean the mess off me with. Whew! What a fucking blast! I put my panties back on and ate some food from the buffet table so I could sober up. All the food was good and my deviled eggs apparently had been popular, because they were nearly gone and I polished off the rest, lol.

By this time it was 2am, and the party started breaking up. I received a couple of offers by couples (and some single guys too) to go home with them, but I was wore the fuck out by that time, lol, so I demurred. I put my sexy white dress back on and hunted down my missing black panties, which were hiding in the maroon room where mystery fingers tossed them off.

I sobered up and thanked everyone for a wonderful time, gathered up my things and left by myself. On the drive home, I thought about all that had went on that night, and got permagrin (you know, the kind of smile that just won't wipe off?) stuck on my face. I hadn't had that much fun in at least 7 years and wondered when the next party was gonna be. Whenever it is, it's a pretty safe bet that I'm going to be there, lol.