MfM - Thunder

Was I nervous? Yes. Was I afraid I'd mess something up? Hell yes. Did I dive right in (no pun intended)? You bet your ass I did. There's no way to know if you can do something or if you're good at something without just jumping right in and trying it.

She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit. She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue. I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots. As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction. As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it. I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head. One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.

HNT - Pinch

Hmm... what to say about this one? Is there really any explanation needed? :)

MfM - Sunlight

Today was the first truly warm day of the summer and I was so grateful for it. You know how well that these nearly-constant thunderstorms for the past two weeks have really taken their toll on my psyche and, in turn, on our relationship. Today, as the clouds broke unexpectedly, a day that I just happened to be free from maternal responsibilities, it seemed like the perfect day to lay out on the balcony with a good book and to soak up the renewing rays.
I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making. I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything. It had been so sensual, so loving, so... perfect.
My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering. I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine. I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on. My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me. My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had on my own.
Come home, baby. My sunlight is back.

Half-Nekkid Thursday - Pretty in Purple

One of the pieces in my small lingerie collection. Also, I believe, your first glimpse at the nips. You likee? ;) LOL

MfM - Balance

Finding the balance is tough. It's been over a year and I still haven't quite got it: the balance between mom and woman, between responsibilities and fun. My kids are my life, there is no doubt about that. But I couldn't live without embracing my womanhood, either, letting my sexuality and sensuality shine. Being a mom is a huge part of my life, but it does not define me. I was my own person before I had kids, I continue to be my own person now. I want to be riding a cock just as much as I want to be riding a merry-go-round. I love tasting a new pussy just as much as I love tasting a new flavor of ice cream. I'm as passionate about trying new positions as I am seeing my kids learn new things. Without my after-hours, carefree, "come and take me" sex-kitten side, I could not be a good mom to my boys. So both sides of my dual personality need to be represented, need to have their own time in my life. It's just a matter of finding the right balance. I am Mom, but I am also Woman. Hear me moan. ;)

It's Thursday already? Damn, this week has flown by!

Fresh out of the shower!

MfM - Tits

As I wheeled my cart up to the checkout counter and started unloading, I noticed the checkout boy eyeing me, especially my generous cleavage, appreciatively. I looked him in the eyes and he smiled, an unabashed look that said, "Mmm, I want those." Always in the mood to flirt and play, I smiled back and licked my lips, then bent over more than necessary to retrieve the remaining items in my cart.
The boy looked young, somewhere between 18 and 20, but he was cute. Touseled dirty blonde hair, green eyes, nice but pervy smile, nice physique. I had always wanted a boy toy and I wondered if this one, who so obviously ogled my tits as I leaned on the counter and pressed them up towards his gaze, would be it. I waited until he was done scanning my purchases and I was sliding my credit card before I decided to be daring.
"Do you like what you see, boy?" I asked, after looking around to make sure there were no other shoppers or employees within earshot.
Such a confident little shit, with no hesitation he nodded and replied, "Those are the best fucking tits I've seen today."
"My, my," I teased, "such language from such a young man."
"I'm not that young," he said, oozing ego. "I'm nineteen. And I'm experienced."
I chuckled. "Oh, are you now? The word 'experienced' means so little when you're only nineteen."
"I could show you just how experienced I am," he said eagerly.
I put on a show of eyeing him over, sizing him up. "Hmmm... yes, maybe you could. I tell you what," I cooed as I moved closer to him and lowered my voice, "why don't you give me a call when your shift is over and maybe I'll let you come over and put that sweet, young face in these tits."
I handed him my business card and the poor thing got so excited I thought he was going to cum right then and there. "You won't regret it," he promised as he handed me my receipt.
"No, love, I'm sure I won't."
I walked away, shaking my ass a bit for his benefit, thinking of how fun breaking this young boy's spirit would be. "Tits," I giggled to myself, "you've done it again."

Poll - Gay or Douchebag?

This asshole wanted my opinion on his pictures after blowing me off a few months ago. Well, if my opinion is helpful, I figured others would be, too! So, what's your vote? Gay or douchebag? Bwa ha ha ha!

One response so far: "Douchebag. No gay guy would be in a shirt that lame." LMAO!

HNT

Hmm, what am I thinking about here? Is it what a certain new-cyberer would taste like? How a certain sex bloggers cock would feel in my mouth? Or am I actually tasting myself after furiously getting myself off in the school bathroom? Hee hee, guess you'll never know! ;p

You Love Me, You Really Love Me!

The beautiful and sumptuous FemmeBLT chose me for the Sex Blogger Award and I am oh-so excited! I just started writing erotica a couple of months ago and I have been so thrilled to get the amazing feedback that I have received. Now I must list 5 reasons that I am worthy to be deemed sexy and then name 4 other fabulous bloggers who get to list their own sexy reasons. Here goes nothing:

1. I Am A Good Girl Gone Bad: I grew up fairly sheltered, always getting good grades, never drinking or doing drugs, always following the rules, wanting to hold out on sex. I was 21 before I lost the big V, and up until last year, my ex-husband was my first and only. In the past year, though, I've more than made up for lost time and have experienced so many new things and people. It's been wonderful!

2. I Am A TomBoy: I appear very feminine, I'm not at all butch, but I've got such a boy's personality! I love sports, video games, raunchy jokes, hot women... ;) I even used to be a champion burper. Sexy, right? ;p

3. I Guide the Future: I'm a teacher and pour my heart and soul into my students every day. Yes, I want to slap them silly quite often, but I love them all like my own children and I strive every day to get that "A-ha!" look to shine in their eyes.

4. I Have Eyes That Pierce Your Soul: The one physical aspect of me, other than my tits, that I have always liked, and I just *now* had someone tell me the same thing, are my eyes. He says: "I just like the shape of them and the coloration. I like how they move and act when you're feeling some intense pleasure. I like looking into them." They're somewhat almond shaped, deep brown coloring with flecks of gold, and they are very expressive. What do you think? :)




5. I Can Make You Hard/Wet With My Words: Physical arousal is one thing, and it's fantastic, don't get me wrong, but I think there's something oh-so-special about being able to mentally arouse someone. You can be smoking hot but have nothing upstairs. If you're able to engage my mind as well as my body, though, that's a gift. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but after getting so much great feedback from my readers, I realize that I have this gift and am thankful for it.


And here is my list of bloggers who ALSO have that gift, people who I have learned SO much from, and I am grateful to them all:

MarieIris - She is gorgeous, she is funny, she's as kick ass as I am, and I dig the hell out of her and her writing!

DocStrange - He's a super sexy man and knows how to engage my intellect, both through erotica and through our "vanilla" conversations.

PsycheDiver and Reivanna - They share a blog, so I choose them as one entity, though they are both seperately GREAT writers and fun cyber play-mates. I enjoy not only their stories but their reviews as well.

Sensual Stories - You can't have a sex blogger list without this hot lady. I can't believe she hasn't been chosen yet. Or maybe she has and she just hasn't posted yet, either way, I saved the best for last. Her sultry Southern ways only enhance her artistic, erotic writing. She is what I aspire to be. I want the grasp of the language, the sensual confidence, the experience that this amazing woman has. Not to mention I want her. ;)