The plural of Spouse is Spice (part ONE). . . Entry for August 28, 2006

I have ALWAYS lusted after women, though I could never be a lesbian. I don't THINK so anyways, I love sucking cock and fucking too much I guess, roflmao. Anyways, with all the bullshit I've been going through with all the men in my life since I ended a 3 year relationship last year, I've decided to concentrate my energies on physically exploring my feminine side. I haven't cut out men altogether, but like I said, I'm tired of the bullshit.

I had been looking forward to Saturday's party since I first learned about it. I've been missing "physical" companionship lately, and wanted to enlarge my circle of friends. You can never have too many friends, unless they are on your yahoo 360 list, lol. So when I discovered the group, it piqued my curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat you know, and now satisfaction has brought her back, lol.

I woke up excited Saturday morning, still undecided on what to wear. Since it was a "sexy PJ's" party, I was taking an outfit to change into after I got there. I jumped on cam in AWC and stated modeling my lingerie for my roomies in The Pussy Café. It was a toss up between this sexy red two-piece nighty/shorts set that looks great on my ass and my titties peek out from under the top (I'm wearing it in several of my blog pics) or several different turquoise/aqua blue pieces (sexy tops and panties). The majority ruled, and blue won, almost hands down.

I was so horny after perving cams, but I had to restrain myself from playing with my pussy. I wanted to stay in a state of high sexual tension for the party, it makes the final release that much more exquisite. Recently I found my missing favorite vibrator, a little pocket rocket. It's so much quieter (and more powerful, lol) than my others, I can use it with the kids in the other room and not get busted, lmao. I swear to god, my kids must know when I'm trying to get a nut, cause then I'm 's interrupted every other second.

I finally broke down and used the vibe it on my clit just a little bit to take the "edge" off. OK, who am I kidding? When it comes to myself and anything sexually related, I have little self-control, but hey, I'm getting better, lol. But really, I had to release a little tension. I didn't want my pussy twitching on it's own while I trimmed my bush, that could have been hazardous to my health and happiness! I gave myself a manicure and pedicure and painted my finger nails and toes a pretty chrome pink.

Hmmm, I so love having my toes sucked on . . . (OMG, that just reminded me of something I did at the party I completely forgot about, LMAO). I started preparing the refreshments I was taking with me to the party. I was makin my Mother's Secret Recipe Deviled Eggs, they are really REALLY good! Every time I make them, I get requests for the recipe (the secret is bacon, but you have to ask me for the rest, lol).

I was going to curl my hair too, but in this humidity the 2 hours that it takes to curl it, would be wasted after 20 minutes on the dance floor. That decision taken care of, then I had to figure which dress I was going to wear. I jumped online and modeled a couple dresses for my Swiss friend Laurent, both very short considering my big bubble butt. One was this cute red velvet one (perfect for Christmas pics, lol), the other a sexy lavender velvet with silver sprinkled on it that barely covers my ass.

But I finally decided on this sexy white stretch lace mini dress that I'm wearing in the picture above, with white fishnet tights and black velvet ballet slippers. Come to think of it, I met my last husband wearing that dress, lol. I started getting ready and found myself surprisingly, nervous. Me? Nervous? Yea, it happens every now and then, so I went in the kitchen and got my liquid courage, lol. I was taking a gallon of my homemade apple wine with me (it will kick your ass, about 30 proof), so poured me a glass to calm my nerves, and smoked a roach. Ahhh, that was much better.

The party hours were from 7pm to 2am, but I wanted to leave around nightfall, since I would still be kind of light and I would be traveling down dark country roads and for real, I don't fancy a new deer hood ornament, lol. But, as usual, fat chance of that. I never get out of the house on time, because I ALWAYS run late for one reason or another, usually cause I keep changing my mind about what I want to wear as my mood changes.

I took a Xanax to calm my nerves even more (yea, right, lol), and left the house at 9pm for the 30-minute drive to the party, and smoked a "fatty" on the way (nudge, nudge, wink, wink). I had a good buzz going, but wasn't too fucked up to drive (yet), but planned on getting that way. I wanted to have what little inhibitions I had left lowered down to the ground, lol. I left my little cache of sexy clothes and toys (of course I brought Ruffles!) out in my car, but brought my pool cue in with me.

The first thing I do whenever I'm in a new place and there's a pool table around, is shoot some stick. Shooting pool is a great way to break the ice I've found, it gets you noticed while having some fun too, lol. I've been playing for over 30 years now, am a pretty good at times and love to play Bank 8. So I fixed me a drink, took another Xanax, and played a few games with the guys. Part of my pool-playing strategy is distraction, and I was dressed the part, sticking my ass up in the air while bent over taking my shots.

I saw several people from the group I had already met, and some I had only chatted with online or knew me from my 360 page. I think the drugs started to take effect as they say, lol, because pretty soon the dance floor started calling my name. So quit playing pool and took my wasted ass out for a twirl around the dance floor. I love to dance, especially when I'm fucked up, lol (I was a stripper back in the day, remember?).

Dancing is such a great form of human expression, and besides, it’s a socially acceptable way to get down dirty with people you don't know, hehehe. I mingled with the other girls out dancing on the floor, and let loose. I really get into the music, sometimes getting pretty dirty, like when I started licking pussy as the ladies were taking turns playing with the stripper pole conveniently located at one end of the floor.

But more about that later . . .

What a shitty fucking week . . . Entry for August 25, 2006

Have you ever had one of those weeks that sound like it belongs in a country music song? Like your favorite hunting dog ran off with your best friend's wife, they repossessed your pickup after you finally got it running, and you just found out your new girlfriend is really your half-sister? This has been one of those fucking weeks. I've gotten screwed in one way or another every time I turned around!

A state agency put a (unjust) levy on my bank account, and they emptied it of all my funds, over 250$. I contacted the revenue cabinet to rescind the levy and all but 50$ was returned. Then I tried to get the amount I owe lowered to an acceptable level (I had no income at the time they say I owe over 2500$ for 5 months of child support, while my ex-husband only has to pay 60$ a week for our 3 kids).

The collecting agency agreed the amount was way too much, and tried to get it decreased for me, but the child support fucking cunt (can you tell I hate the bitch?) refused to consider it, and even lied to him. She told the man I shouldn't have missed my court date and that never happened, the lying whore.

So then it took the bank an extra day to post the money back into my account (which they charged me 50$, so now I was out 100 bucks), even though they still had the money, and it made me overdrawn, which cost me another 30$. I had to drive 25 miles to the main branch today because the branch near my home is run by idiots, and at least got them to remove the 30$ overdraft change.

To top it all off my paycheck arrived (almost) on time, but instead of the usual printed check, I got the non-negotiable payroll advice that comes when you have direct deposit, and I never signed up for direct deposit in the first fucking place! The company have fired the payroll company because of too many mistakes, so now it's going to be yet another week till I get paid.

I just can't get a motherfucking break these days (heavy sigh). On a more personal note, I hope this weekend gets better, I came across a yahoo swingers group in my area and they're having a meet and greet this Saturday night. I'm going by myself and though I don't have plans on getting laid, I would LOVE to see how much pussy I could lick in one night, lol.

Oh, and I guess I'm cyber-dating this guy from Switzerland named Laurent, at least that's what it kinda feels like, lol. He's tall, dark and very handsome, unmarried, no kids and has the sexiest French accent I've heard outside of the movies. I really like this guy a lot. He's planning a business trip to New York in January, and a pleasure trip to Kentucky on the side while he's in the US (his first time).

He first saw me on ANYwebcam months ago. A friend of his turned him onto AWC and he thought it was a lot of fun, then one day he saw my webcam and got a shock. Apparently I look a lot like his first true love, back when he was only 19 (he's 36 now). He told me he started perving my cam after that, but since he only chatted in the French and German chat rooms, our paths never crossed.

He finally purchased a webcam recently, and last week popped into my chatroom The Pussy Café, his first time in an English speaking one. I noticed him right away (I always perv face cams before dick cams) and was immediately attracted to him. Might have been the fact he was dressed, lol. Anyways, we've been chatting and camming together ever since. He even calls me from Switzerland, just to hear my voice he says, isn't that sweet?

We did have one minor stumbling block though. Now I know I have an butt that makes ass-men drool (my one vanity, lol) but I've been in a relationship where my partner was more interested in my ass than my pussy and THAT really pissed me off. And if you've ever read my AWC profile you would know that when I'm on cam I don't "show" I share. That means I play and do what I want, when I want and I pretty much ignore people who try to "direct" or tell me what to do.

Well, I noticed that when we first started camming, Laurent would tell me what to do, especially when it came to my ass. At first I let this slide, since (once again) there was a bit of a language barrier. But yesterday while we were camming and I had my ass in the air and up in the cam (it's not a very comfortable position for my fat ass), he typed "stick your finger in your ass" and I immediately replied "no". That pretty much ended his hardon right then and there so I got up enough nerve to talk to him about my "pet peeve".

I explained that I felt like he was "ordering" me what to do and that I didn't like it; it made me feel like an object. We got in a deep discussion and explained the reasons for my feelings. I then found out that in the short time he had been web-camming (mostly in the French chatroom) the women made camming into a game with him; making him show himself off (not a big turn on for me) for them and visa versa.

We got it all straightened out eventually, and had a really great talk. He makes me so horny every time we chat. I like to watch the effect I seem to have on him and love taking him over the edge again and again. The last time we played I came in about 30 seconds flat and flooded my hand with pussy juices, lol. These days he's been very busy and I find myself missing our daily talks. I can hardly wait until January and I get to taste him for real . . .

Poetry Corner . . . Entry for August 21, 2006

I haven't posted some poetry in a while, so here is some old and some new stuff.

Best Friend
Civilian hellos exchanged
Over fresh laundry twisting
On the line like feathers in the breeze Coffee shared with a good dose of gossip To sweeten it up
And a touch of humor to make it light
Good time bar hoppin'
Clones separated at birth
The scheming men gather around Your sable ringlets
And Bauch and Lomb green eyes
Claws sheathed momentarily
They want to taste the artichoke heart
But forget about the prickly thistle
Dear Abby advice was always
Given the right of way
And heeded as much as the stop sign
At the end of the street
You were my favorite charity I gave until I bled
You casually wounded emotions
Regardless of the cursed victims
Arranged attractively in the aisles
Not content with a man of your own,
You tried seducing mine
Only because you thought you could
Little did you know that was the line I tattooed under my skin
Nearly sorry to see you gone
I won't know what do
Without a vampiric leach upon my neck
Sucking out it's minimum daily requirement
Of love and friendship
That you said you needed so much, like air
Well I'm breathing easier now
My wallet's fatter, house is cleaner
And my life is uncluttered
Maybe a little lonelier
But now I'm safe,
Like a snowman under a glass globe
Untouchable to friendship
For who knows how long
Mass transfusions of trust will be necessary
Before the title best friend Is offered to a willing candidate again

Unanswers
Slowly the apple wine starts unwinding
That tight spring I've felt for days
Wondering about the reasons and the ways
Coldness emanating from your direction
Speculation and determination
What is really the situation?
Conversation commences, and questions boldly asked
Evasions, and equations that have no answers
Selfishness and self-pity, angry lovers entwined
The other self, realization, left far behind
Love is such a funny thing, as is her sister affection
Misinterpretation often occurs with these twins
So dramatic the leaving, as punishment I suppose
The question of friendship, after wishes of care
Left unanswered, and things go, once again unrepaired

Male Arrogance, otherwise known as MA . . . Entry for August 15, 2006

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Reader mail and Happy Friendship Day. . . Entry for August 6, 2006

I got this e-mail in my inbox this morning and it took me a second to think who this reader was but I finally figured it out. About a month ago I went into a Radio Shack to buy a AC adapter and noticed this clerk looking at me, and he came over to help. Well, I let him help and perv my tits a little bit, then wrote down my 360 page URL and passed it to him. He just felt like the pervy type, I must have radar for that or something, lol. Anyways, he sent me this:

About twice a week I catch up the your latest updates. I live my sexual life vicariously through you. I'm going to Vegas in 2 weeks for a business meeting. If you were me, what kind of trouble would you recommend I get myself into?

Thanks for many hours of masturbatory content and pictures. Would love to see it up close and personal! I promise you the best 2.47 seconds in your life, lol! Let me know when ruffles needs new batteries....they're on me!

Later...... Write back on if you've had Vegas action (or you want to go with me) lol! ME in ******* ****!

I thought that it was a rather nice compliment, and a very good question so here is my reply:

Hi hun! Hmmm, if I were you, what would I do in Vegas . . . well, they don't call it Sin City for nothing, lol. First I would scope out what kind of "Adult Entertainment" they have available. I've never been to Vegas before (it's on my "to do" list) but I would look into sex/swing clubs and such. But they might be hard to get into if you're male and single, so I might also look into an "escort service" or try to pick up someone that is under the "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" spell (grin).

Titty bars are also a good bet, but can get pretty expensive if you're having a real good time. Shit, the Nightclub dancers wear next to nothing anyways, so you might just want to save your money for something else. I would also definitely try to find a hotel with a topless pool (if there is such a thing) because you got to chill out from gambling sometime, lol. Oh, and ruffles doesn't take any batteries, but my new rabbit does, I'll hit ya up next time I'm in town, lol.

OK, anyone ever had a really good time in Vegas or some advice for this guy's trip?

It has been brought to my attention that today is Friendship Day, so Happy Friendship day y'all! Thank you all for stopping by and reading my rambling blog posts, I'm glad you find them entertaining. I may not know all of you personally, but your time and attention is much appreciated. If not for you, the empty hours of my day would go by unfilled and probably remain that way. You all make life for me so much more interesting and I want to thank you for that!

Kisses!
Tst

Damn when it doesn't rain, it squirts, lol . . . Entry for August 4, 2006

I've had an interesting couple days, lol. Yesterday when I was over Dar's house I was chatting and camming with my Italian friend, Pete. My kids were in the next room and I was only being hidden from view by a bookcase/bar. I had been showing her pictures of Pete, naughty and nice ones, and it made me wet and horny. I had also been showing her the ins and outs of AWC, and we were perving cams, which also got me going.

Well it started out Pete wanted to see us kiss, but the damn cock-blocking kids were doing their job keeping us apart. But she did stand behind me and play with my tits while he watched. It was so hot!! Eventually she did kiss me and my pussy melted all over, lol. It was driving Pete crazy, and we told him to show us his dick and prove it. Good to his boast, he was rock fucking hard and it made my mouth water and my pussy twitch.

I wasn't wearing anything under my dress, so I flashed him my pussy and pulled my wet swollen lips apart so he could see how horny I was. I was being so bad and was close to being caught several times. As I chatted with him, Dar came up behind me with an ice cube, and started melting it on my nipples, making my pussy throb for a touch. She kissed me again and this time I could see the effect it had on Pete, his cock looked ready to split the skin it was so tight!

We had to cut our cam/chat playtime short because her hubby Ard came back home and we weren't sure how he'd react. He was cool with it, even after I closed the chat window. He grabbed a chair and sat down beside us and Dar turned me around and started playing with my tits again and I lifted the hem of my dress, showing him my swollen pussy. He licked his finger and started stroking my clit. Slipping a finger in, he commented how soaking wet I was.

I was trying not to make a sound but I was sooo near cumming, all I wanted to do was flood his hand with my pussy juices. But wouldn't you know it, one of my nosy kids decide he wants to get up and wander around so we had to stop. They both wanted me to spend the night (and I wanted to too!), but I had my sons' friend with us and we had to take him home. So I'm going over there tonight to help them make some beer, and maybe have a little fun on the side ;)

Well, today's chatting had me naked on cam and talking to Pete when JD drives up on the Gator and starts talking to me from outside my bedroom window. It was "4:20" and I passed him what I was smokin, and we caught a little buzz. JD asked what I was doing, and I told him, then he said he wanted to see a little bit more of me even though I was naked, lol. I was telling Peter in chat what was going on and it was exciting the hell out of him, he wanted to watch! So I put my foot on the windowsill and started to play. After a few, JD said "Get your toy", while Pete watched on cam.

JD grabbed a crate out of the shed behind the trailer so he could get a better view, and I stroked my pussy for all 3 of us. JD grinned like a madman as I slid Ruffles in and out and he said "Wow, you can hear how wet!" As I shoved it in faster and faster, pussy juice started dripping down my hand and he couldn't resist rubbing my clit. I squirted really hard then, and tried my best to be quiet cause didn't want the kids to hear (I'll be SO glad when they're back in school next week).

When I finished I told JD that I had to drive the kids somewhere but when I was done, he could stop back by. I turned back to the chat and I realized that Pete had been away from his desk and missed the whole thing! I told him he picked the wrong time to go take a piss, lol. He said "You did all that in 3 minutes? No way . . . ", but I told him that JD was coming back later and he might be able to see something then.

Finally I got the kids off to where they were going, and JD must have been watching for me, because I didn't even have a chance to jump online and on cam before he got here (grin), but I told him to come on in. I had shown pics of Pete to JD and told him they had the same size cock (8") as each other. Pete had told me he wanted watch me suck JD's cock so he could pretend I was sucking him. JD said he was cool with it, and I told him to stand next to me and drop his drawers.

Hmmm, I started sucking on his cock while Pete was watching and typing to us. I licked and sucked and gagged on his big fat cock, all the while my pussy got soaked. Pete was telling me how hard we were making him, and how he wished it was here to help fill up any empty holes. JD told me to get out Ruffles again so he could play with me too, so I pulled my dildo out of the drawer and gave it to him. Then I moved the cam down low, right at my pussy and JD dildoed my pussy while I jacked him off and moaned.

JD was diggin' it, grinning from ear to ear, and it got me wetter and wetter, while I stroked his dick faster and faster. Pretty soon I was cumming all over his hand again, pussy cum squirting all over. I moved the cam back up, aimed it at my face as I started giving him another blowjob and tried to take as much of his dick as I could. I gagged as I stuffed his cock in my mouth and wanted more. I started rubbing my swollen clit while he fucked my face with his throbbing hardon.

I was moaning around his dick in my mouth and could already taste the precum, when he started chanting "Don't stop, don't stop". He was breathing heavy and had his hands on my head pulling it down deeper onto his cock. I grabbed his shaft in one hand as I tried swallowing the head of his dick. My other hand was gripping his ass cheek, shoving him into my face harder. I heard his cry of "Ohhh . . . " as I felt his cock swell up even larger, as I tasted the first drops of his cum on my tongue.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and felt it pulse in my hand as I stroked it lightning fast and shot cum all over my face, my tits, my belly, my arm . . . cum was everywhere it seemed, it even ran down to my leg! I grabbed the cam and aimed it for a close up of the mess on my chest, and the last few drops spilling out of him, and then the big shit-eatin' grin on my face. I got up to clean myself off, and walked kinda funny to the bathroom to avoid dripping his seed on the floor along the way. I looked and at the drippy mess in the mirror and grinned some more.

As I was washing myself off I got the usual "I hate to cum and run but . . . " and laughed. I told him "See ya later, and thanks!" as he was walking out the door. Afterwards I chatted and cammed some more with Pete and asked him how he liked it (he LOVED it!). He was so horny he said was about ready to cum in his pants! But he couldn't do a thing about it, since he was still at work (poor baby!). I told him he could fuck his wife when he got home and pretend it was me. He then told me he had already done that last night, lol. Oh well, I reminded him, there's always tomorrow (grin).

Tech Talk - hoaxes (and a lil' more, lol) . . . Entry for August 3, 2006

This is the second time this week I've gotten one of those "FWD: fwd: Fwd:" e-mails informing me of the latest virus threat that's going to completely wipe clean my hard drive, bring civilization to it's knees and I need to send this to everyone I've ever known NOW, lol. The last one was from my Dad, and his contribution to the e-mail was "Could be B/S. Don't know." So I sent him this reply, and hopefully it will stop some of these hoaxes. It's a hoax Dad. If you ever get one of these again and want to check it out, go to one of the anti-virus sites like TrendMicro or McAfee, because rest assured they would probably know FIRST when a new virus hits. What happens with hoaxes is that they bog down mail servers exponentially when you send it to your mailing list and they send it to theirs, etc. You can subscribe to one of the anti-virus site's bulletins and they can e-mail you virus bulletins and alerts. But most importantly, keep your anti-virus software updated.
kisses!
tst

And while I'm at it . . . Come on you Yahoo Instant Messenger users, right clicking a group in your buddy list and sending that selected text will NOT work! You still won't be able to see if they're online if they choose to be invisible. Of course there are other ways around that but damn people, if somebody wanted the public in general to bug them, then they wouldn't be hiding. Respect a user's right to invisibility, lol.

On a more personal note, several things have been going on this week. I went swimming with Dar and Ard again this past weekend. The picture above was taken at Iberia, at Nolin Lake. I'm having a lot of fun with my girlfriend and her hubby these days (grin). They've been over here camping out, and we've been going there hanging out and having fun (wink).

I met yet another guy thru my 360 page and have been chatting a lot. This gorgeous Italian guy living on the Great Lakes. He loves fishing too and we've been having fun chatting back and forth. We're having even more fun now since I pressured him into buying a webcam (they're less than 25$ at Wal-Mart). Actually he is going to be in the area for a business trip next week and wants to meet me. So next week might get interesting, lol.

Also I've been talking to my ex BF Shawn this past week. Well, not talking actually, we were sending e-mails back and forth while he waited over at a friend's house to go to work. Last week he called several times when I was gone, but finally talked to him on the phone last night. I was so happy to hear his voice! It reminded me of all the good times we shared for nearly 3 years before everything fell apart.

We talked for a little bit and I wanted some phone sex, but he couldn't, his ex-wife (he's with her and his 3 kids again) was due home from work. He's supposed to call me today and get naughty with me, lol. After about 20 minutes or so, we got off the phone and I just laid there in bed, thinking about, and my feelings for, him and dozed off. I woke up to the phone ringing and it was him again.

He told me I needed to download this one episode of Futurama called "Parasites Lost" and it would explain exactly how he felt about me. So I downloaded it while sleeping and just got finished watching it, and I cried a little bit. The message he tried to give me (wrapped up in tapeworms no less, lmao) was that I was everything to him (as he was to me at one point), and how he lost me and will probably never get me back, but he still has that hope. It was beautiful really.

And finally I've started talking to my Dad again, and I happened to mention that I have a somewhat popular blog, and have fun blogging. He e-mailed me and said that "blog" sounded like an STD, lol. And I thought no, but if you're not careful, it can lead to a few. Then he asked me for my blog address. Uh oh . . . there lies the dilemma. My Dad is really cool, despite the fact that I haven't talked to him in about 7 years.

He used to party with me and my friends and I could always (and did) talk to him about anything and everything, etc. He used to look (and acted a little, lol) like George Carlin, gray beard, ponytail and all. But now he's got chronic acute emphysema, and it's not too good. So here's my question: Would you allow your (lets face it, dying) parent(s) to read extremely intimate, personal and occasionally erotic material about your life?

1) No WAY! Are you fucking nuts? My parents would have heart failure!
2) Yea, my parents are WAY cool! They would understand anything and be happy that I'm happy.
3) Hmmm, maybe. Tell them what it's about and give them the opportunity to decide. 4) I'm way too private to write about my life anyways.