I miss you.

Oh dear blog, I have missed you.  I've been trying so very hard not to blog daily and now I can't remember why!  SO, to hell with it.  I'm back and blogging again.  Can't promise that anyone will find it at all interesting, but I don't care, because I MISS YOU!

I've been spending a lot of my time fixing up the house, and hanging out with my best friends with benefits; Josh, Sean, Jack and Mike.

Kinky Sex. Or is it?

I think I'm getting a wee bit jaded when it comes to what constitutes "Kinky Sex".  My best friend confided in me today that while she's been having an affair, she's been having the "raciest" (her word, not mine) sex ever.. so naturally I was intrigued...  Turns out she'd only ever had missionary style sex with her husband (while he sweated over her - again her words not mine)!  SO, when she got with this other guy, he told her to straddle him, while he was in his car, parked outside on the street (albeit at 10.30pm).  SO... She fucked him, in his car, while straddling his lap, her arse knocking against the steering wheel, not once, or twice, but FIVE FUCKING TIMES yesterday.

That got me thinking.  She thought *that* was totally kinky.  I thought that it's kinda "hot" but I didn't consider it particularly kinky.  When I was 17 I lost my virginity in a car, parked in the sand dunes.  And then when I was about 19 I got really drunk off my ass in an English Pub, and woke up in the back seat of my friend Joe's car, having sex, in France.

Really though, as I thought more about it today, it's all about your imagination.  SO, she coulda been talking during the whole experience about opening the window, so random strangers might hear, or ever look in on them, while they're fucking like rabbits on a main street.  Or maybe she left out the part that he grabbed her by the arms, and shoved them behind her back, all the while holding them tight while he fucks her.  Perhaps she was aggressive, jumping on his lap, ripping open his pants, pulling his cock out, and pushing it into her cunt; all while she ravished his body, slapping his face, squeezing his throat while shoving her tongue deep into his mouth.

Kinky sex I think comes down to whether or not one or both of you have an imagination.

So, while I was sitting on the hood of my car, watching my kids climb a tree today, I coerced my husband to get into the car & have sex with me.  He thought it was a *very* kinky afternoon....  I think the fact that my friend is having an affair, quite "kinky".  Definitely Racey.  The few times a year that I have "missionary sex" with my husband, it's definitely kinky missionary sex...  I'm usually the one on top, and he's in the missionary position, with his legs open, and me in between, riding his cock up and down, although I'm telling him, that I'm the one with the cock, and he's the one who is getting fucked.

Blogging is sooooo 2004!

Twitter, Flickr, Facebook Make Blogs Look So 2004

By Paul Boutin 10.20.08

Thinking about launching your own blog? Here's some friendly advice: Don't. And if you've already got one, pull the plug.

Writing a weblog today isn't the bright idea it was four years ago. The blogosphere, once a freshwater oasis of folksy self-expression and clever thought, has been flooded by a tsunami of paid bilge. Cut-rate journalists and underground marketing campaigns now drown out the authentic voices of amateur wordsmiths. It's almost impossible to get noticed, except by hecklers. And why bother? The time it takes to craft sharp, witty blog prose is better spent expressing yourself on Flickr, Facebook, or Twitter.

CONTINUE READING: here.

Seriously though, a bit of me is really sad.  I know video is quicker, and flashier, but for me it's all about the WRITING.  In long form.   I know people talk about "Twitter" all the time, but I've never really taken the time to figure it out, or look it over.  It's just a quick sentence or two, which can be kind of fun (like a status update, if you're familiar with facebook).

My problem has never been that I don't want to write, it's that I hate having to weed parts of me out, or censor what it is I'm really thinking because *this* might not be the proper venue for it.

The end perhaps?

WOW, well time has just flown by.  It seems like summer was just a blink of the eye ago, but I guess it's been a bit longer than that ;-)  I know I've been MIA, but I'm not out of commission.  I've been playing plenty with my special subs, but lately, I just haven't felt like sharing.  Probably because when I share I get an influx of e-mail or instant messages from men who want to play, and to be perfectly honest, there just isn't enough hours in the day for me to see anymore of you.  I think I'm quite set with my "regulars" & then my family.

I'm also sick to death of the "I'm going to be in the area in the next few hours/days/minutes, and would love to "hook up" with you".  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am NOT that kind of girl!

Which I think means it's time for you to raise the bar in order to garner a response.  You'd have to be pretty special to get my attention to begin with, and then most certainly intelligent, nice, and special to keep it (as you can see by all the men who've come and gone in the blink of an eye, because as I get to know them, I realize I don't like them, or the playtime was *not all that*.

Maybe it's just that I'm ready to be done with this whole "Ms Nichole, Barely-Dirty" sex blogging thing.  I actually have been writing in another blog which is more personal, and less "sex / jerk off material" which I use as a "diary" or "therapy" more than anything.  Most of the people who read my other blog are women - and gay men (mostly because I talk about my bi-sexuality in it, I'm sure).

I've never found a way just to be myself all of the time, to everyone I know.  I spend most of my life hiding certain aspects of myself from various friends, acquaintances, and of course extended family. I'm actually kinda tired of it.  It's exhausting, and when you're a girl who prides herself on being truthful and telling it like it is, it's a hard pill to swallow when you're constantly omitting things from your conversations and daily interactions with loved ones.

I think I'm also in need of a part time job. I don't really like not making any money, and although I love my children to death, I don't like spending every second with them.  It's dumbing me down, and I can see myself going down a path that I don't care for, or believe in.  I'm not the "barefoot and preggers" in the kitchen kinda girl.

One of the problems is that I have an over-inflated ego of myself & my worth, and would not want to work like a regular schmuck for a regular rate of pay.  I also know that I would need something that keeps my attention, and that might be a constant learning experience, on many different topics.

I am *NOT* interested in pro-domination, even though I definitely thought long and hard about it, and boy would it be super easy money.  That's part of my problem.  Writing this blog, and getting these constant requests, shows me that I could easily set up a cookie cutter line of "clients" but it's just not me.

I have no idea what kind of a job would allow me to set my own hours, work from home or wherever, and would allow me to do it in the middle of the night if the mood struck.

So for those of you who have any coherent thoughts, or words of wisdom, I'd love to hear them.  Otherwise, this just might be the end...

RE: Cross-dressing & sissy fucking.

Got O.D.G all sissified up.  Make-up, hair, and sexy sexy lingerie that we'd bought earlier that day.  When he she was all purdy and made up I thought he she looked almost good enough for me to fuck.  But not quite.

I then slipped into my matching outfit, fluffed up my hair, slid on my stockings 'n heels, and grabbed my strap on.  All the while my little new internet buddy was rubbing his cock which he'd pulled out through his pants, and was visibly drooling.  When I caught sight of him, I grabbed a roll of electrical tape and taped his wrists behind his back.

I had O.D.G step over and put her ass in front of his face.  I pulled up her petticoats and slapped her ass.  Then I told jerk off to slide his tongue up her ass, and lick it.  He refused.  I grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his face into her ass.  I held it there, grinding it closer to my sissy sluts asshole.

After she got a good ass rimming, I then forced my sissy to kneel between jerk offs legs, and I described to her in minute detail how I wanted her to suck his cock, which by the way, was still bulging out of his pants.  Still rock hard.  Even after being forced to eat another dudes asshole.  Damn, I'm good.

Sissy's little cock was bulging against her pretty panties, and I could see it beginning to drip against the lacey top.  She was moaning and slurping, and going down on the horny internet dude like he was her last meal ;-)  I was getting totally turned on while watching their public display.  It was making me so horny that I went over and slid my strap on cock into internet buddies mouth, and told him to get it nice and wet...  He was now moaning and humping sissies mouth with his cock, forcing her to take him deeper and deeper.

I moved behind my sissy slut, and in one slick move, had my strap on cock up her arse.  She's such a little whore, and was totally gagging for it.  She wanted it so bad that she kept grinding back up on it, all the while getting her face fucked hard.

Internet dude was begging to be allowed to bust his nut all over sissies face, and that sounded like a splendid idea to me ;-)  I told him to count out load to 5 and on 5, to blow his wad of cum all over her face.  Sissy started whimpering, and humping the air like a deranged, horny dog.  I fucked her ass harder and harder until I got enough friction going to make me squirt all over my legs.  It was very hot, and I came really good.  It was quite a good play date ;-0

Listening to:  Ray Charles & Van Morrison - Crazy Love.  Reading:  50 Great Hikes in MD.    Watching:  Planet Earth.

Do you like to cross-dress?  What's your favourite thing to wear, and why?  Comments...

Cross-Dressers

Today I spent the day having fun with O.D.G    Lingerie shopping at Nordstoms, where we got matching sets.  Ooh la la.  Matching shoes from Nine West.  Joint facials & a wax from Roxie Day Spa.  Then it was off home to get ready.

O.D.G has an amazing house.  A master bathroom with a tub that fits about 4 people easily.  So, when we arrived, O.D.G slipped into something much more to my taste, and quickly pulled out champagne and chocolate covered strawberries from the fridge.  I make sure she wears frilly, silky feminine things at all times but when we're alone, then I really go all out.

She drew the bath, and poured lots of sweet smelling bath oil, and a handful of rose petals.  It looked delish and I couldn't wait to get in.  She then got in with me, and sat behind me, washing my back, then my hair.  She shaved my legs and gave me a foot rub.  While I relaxed with my eyes closed, she did the same to herself.

Waiting for us were soft fluffy bathrobes and towels which we both slipped into.  Just as I was about to start on her transformation, the doorbell rang.  Perfect timing.  It was a very horny sub whom I'd been texting with earlier.  He was hoping to play with us.  O.D.G knew nothing about it and was totally stunned when I led this complete stranger up to his bedroom.

Beg for more.. cause I'm tired.  I just got home, and I'm not able to type another word.  Perhaps I'll finish it up tomorrow....

Vegas Baby!

Just got back from Vegas yesterday evening.  Had to tell the husband upon arrival that I'd lost $16,000 in the casino.  However, that was over 4 days of playing.... He still FLIPPED.  After 3 sessions of sex, I'd managed to make him forget about it.  For the time being anyways. I didn't have the nerve or heart to tell him that after 6 hours on the first day, I was up $41,000.  If I'd called him to tell him, he'd have made me buy a plane ticket and come home right then and there.

I'd gone for a girls weekend with my friends from high school.  We did our own informal high school reunion at 3 places around the globe.  1 in Las Vegas, 1 in Dublin, Ireland, 1 in London, England and we had a web teleconference of each for everyone to view.  Some of the girls I met up with, I hadn't seen in well over 15 years.  It was eye opening.  Some of them were so old.  Although we're all the same age, give or take 1 year, on either side.

It was a very fun 4 days, with lots of catching up and gossip involved.  The rest of the time, when I couldn't sleep I gambled.  Not very well obviously.  LOL.

Anyway, before I left I had a few crazy weeks.  I don't know if I wanna talk about any of it or not... we'll see.

On a more serious note, for all the women who read this blog... Oct is breast cancer awareness month.

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HNT

Today is Half-Nekkid Thursday,  and I'm outta pics.  Someone will have to arrange some time with me to take some photographs.

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That's it, I'm playing with Jack at 4pm, so I'm rushing out the door.  Will write more later.. tomorrow I promise!!

Playing Catch-Up

I know it seems like I've been gone forever (certainly the e-mail has mounted up over the last few weeks) and God knows I have lots to fill in, but really it's only been about 8 days!  The greatest news is that I've now not only completed and sent in our 2005, and now 2006 taxes, but now our 2007 taxes are done also, and guess what, if I mail them in today or tomorrow, I still might get my "rebate/stimulous" check!! (People... you have until Oct 15th - I hope, though with all this crap about a $700 Billion bail out, who knows)!

Unfortunately, I had wanted to use a big portion of our refund on a trip to Brazil over Xmas to see a plastic surgeon and get my tits done, but instead, it's gone to rehab and a massive master bathroom redo, new kitchen floor, and new hardwood floors upstairs in my Rockville house.  On top of those renovations, I'm now saddled with some repairs at the Columbia house, another master bathroom plumbing leak in the shower, which will mean new floor and new vanities, and new tile, and a whole new shower.  Most of that house could do with a nice new paint job, but I've been busy working on the dungeon.  Everything from our original dungeon (which was in the basement of the house) had been moved out to one of our very oversize barns, while the house had been on the market.  GROAN.  So after much thought, and because the jail cells are outside, and the stables etc., I've decided that this is as good as any place to keep it.  Adjacent from the big red barn (I sound like Margaret Wiseman) is another good sized barn which I'm thinking would work nicely for the more intimate games, like feminizing slaves..

I need to have a few more electrical outlets put in, and the windows replaced with frosted glass, and new lockable doors, and there's a few electrical projects that need done - in one of the big storms one our outdoor laterns (you know those old looking kind on a big lampost)? well one had blown over and broke near the base of the lampost, leaving wires exposed.  So someone just went at them with scissors and snipped it off, leaving part of the post sticking out of the ground.  God it's hard to explain.  I should just take a picture!

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And look, now there's shit growing out of it!  So anyway that needs to get taken out of the ground, and a new one put in!

I've been taking down stall doors (because at one time we boarded horses), and having slaves come over and clean up, strip out all the hay, sweep, and then varnish the wooden floors, and replace boards, paint window frames, and put up drywall in places.  We've also pulled out the big old sinks, and replaced that with an actual full bathroom with a shower.

Just this week I got my letter from INS stating that at the end of October, I come in and sit my citizenship exam!!  SO, if all goes well, and I pass, I could be sworn in, and be allowed to vote very soon!!  I must go pick up a booklet and study for it in the meantime.

And on the subject of voting, I can't fucking believe when I talk to my friends (who are mostly American Citizens), that they aren't going to VOTE!!  What's wrong with you people?  I don't even care if you're one of those people, like my husband, who will vote for John McCain, just because he's a registered Republican??  I mean even though he likes Obama, because he's a republican, he just can't wrap his mind around changing to the democratic party!!??

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Furthermore, if you live in CA you should know that they are trying right now to over turn Gay Marriage - you should SAY NO to Proposition 8.  Same sex couples should have the same rights and protections afforded to them, as any other citizen.

And then there's all this Sarah Palin stuff going on.. and the debates.  I can't tear myself away from it.

Bill Maher on Real Time (HBO) was fucking hilarious the other night with his whole "Free Levi" skit.  I simply can't wait to see his movie - Religulous.  The fact that he's put together so many religions into one movie, will if nothing else, give you an education on what other people spend their time worshiping.  (It's not my feet people)!! Disbeliefnet.

I spent yesterday at The Museum of Natural History with the husband, and the kids. (The new Ocean Hall was pretty cool, but the mammal exhibit is still my favourite). After that we wandered the mall, and then did dinner downtown.

OF COURSE, I've also been playing.  Probably not as much as I would like, but I'll bring you up to speed on that too...

I had Josh all day Friday.  He's been helping get me back into shape.  I have really packed on the pounds since coming back here!!  Now I have to go through all this hard fucking work to lose it.  Again.  Anyway, we went spinning (and this time he did NOT throw up), however, after burning 750 calories, which is what, about 1/4 lb?? I promptly then went and had a margarita - also about 700 calories, so clearly I've got to stop drinking!!! NO.. did I just say that??  After that, I went back to his place.  He put on nothing, except a tiny, itty bitty leather G-String, and cooked for me.  Watching him move around while I sat and drank sangria (shit more calories - see how fucking hard this is??) was giving me the tingles.  So while the turkey was in the oven, I forced him to his knees, and had him get under the dining room table and eat me out.  After two very nice orgasms, I went off to the shower, while he checked on dinner.  With another hour to kill, I made him exfoliate my face, and then give me a face mask treatment, all while I relaxed and listened to whatever he'd loaded up on his IPOD and was piping through his house.

Earlier that week I'd been talking to a guy from NYC who wanted to see me when he was next in MD, and during that conversation he mentioned this "puppy training" thing.. well trust a guy to come up with that.  Eating re-gurgitated food from a dog bowl, is definitely not something I've ever done before, but I have to say he'd made me a little curious.  I mean I sorta already do it all the time, with my kids.  I chew up food and have taken it out of my mouth and given it to them numerous times before, but doing that with a grown man, had never entered my head.... SO..

After Josh had put all the finishing touches together, and was about to sit down with me at the table, I instructed him to get on his knees.  I put a leash around his neck, and looped it to the table leg.  I then went and fetched his dogs' bowl.  Terrence is a huge Rottweiler.  I couldn't be bothered to wash it out, and knowing that Josh works in a hospital, wondered what his reaction to all this was going to be.  Was he going to freak and go all OCD on me?  Was he going to refuse me?  I should have known.  He got a massive hard on.

I sat down, and looked at the beautiful plate before me.  He'd gone to so much work.  Turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, broccoli & cauliflower, stuffing, and my favourite cranberry relish.  I wasn't sure I wanted to share.  I took his plate, and as I do at home for my own doggies, I scraped everything off, and into the bowl.  Josh asked about a drink of wine.  I told him that whatever I drank, he could have later.  When I pissed it into his mouth.  For now he should shut up and eat.

Dinner was delicious.  Towards the end when I couldn't eat another bite, I decided to have him sit up and beg.. so I would chew it up, and then bend over and spit it directly into his mouth.  His cock was still rock fucking hard.  His face was bright red with embarrassment and shame.  I really had fun with that.

Of course after dinner I did need to pee, so I took Josh by the leash, and walked him upstairs to the bathroom.  He laid down in the tub, and I relieved myself directly into his mouth.  When I was done, I had him lick me clean.

I also spent some time with Seth this week, and I'll tell you all about taking his virgin ass later on.  Right now, I have to go take care of a few things.

Still Reading: Madness.

Blah Blah Blah..ranting and raving.

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Controlling a couple.

I've barely got time to write this up, but ever since it happened, I've masturbated furiously replaying it in my head ;-) so thought I'd share.... better late than never and all that...

Cindy contacted me via my yahoo group and asked if I'd be interested in meeting with her for a coffee as she was seriously considering getting into the "pro-domme scene" in DC & had been given my info by someone else.  We met a few weeks ago at Starbucks, and I loved her from the first minute we met.  Bubbly, vivacious, wicked sense of humour, and drop dead gorgeous.  We talked for 3 hours that morning, and decided that we should get together later that evening for a drink & dinner.  That night turned into closing the local pub down, and she invited me back to her place to meet her husband...

Jim was so much like my husband that it was a bit freaky.  You might think they were brothers if you saw them together, and they even have the same hobbies... sports, history, politics & he has this total dry sense of humour that I fell in love with.  I wound up hanging out at their house until almost 5.00am before realizing that the sun was just coming up.

They asked if they could take me to dinner the next night and I agreed.  We talked and talked for hours again, and the conversations started to get a little steamy.  So much so, that we decided once more to go back to their home, and continue it on the couch.  I learned that she has been the one in control in the bedroom, but she'd like to have someone dominate them both, and of course I was all up for that!

During the talking there were a lot of hard nipples poking through shirts, hard cocks poking through trousers, and very very wet slippery cunts, and the sexual tension in the air between the 3 of us was thick.  I'm big into teasing and mind fucking, so there was plenty of me squeezing, pushing up against, pinning arms back, and always, leaving them wanting more.  It was very difficult for me to get up and leave that night, because what I really wanted to do was fuck them both....

I arranged with them that they should come over to my dungeon in Columbia later that week, and I'd rock their world, while hopefully being so turned on myself, that I'd cum buckets.

The day arrived and they both showed up at the designated time, wearing exactly what I'd instructed.  When they saw our massive barn with all kinds of large heavy play pieces, I could visibly see them shudder.  That light shiver that goes through your body when you're in fight or flight mode, or even terribly excited.

I'd instructed Cindy to shave bare, and wear nothing but a light summer dress, no panties, no bra.  When I made her get naked in front of me, I could smell how wet she was.  When she was naked I circled around her, commenting on her body.  I picked up a collar & wrist restraints and placed them on her, and instructed her to kneel on the floor.  I then placed a blindfold over her eyes.  Then it was my turn with Jim.  I demanded that he strip in front of me, and told him how I'd been dying to get a look at his body and his cock since the first night I'd met him.  He started rushing through it, and I forced him to slow down, and take his time.  I wanted to enjoy this.

When he was done, and standing in front of me butt naked, I took my riding crop, and rubbed it over his body, as I walked around him, taking in his whole naked body.  His cock was rock hard and standing at attention.  I took another collar and a set of wrist restraints, and placed them on him.  I instructed Cindy to get to her feet, and I placed them back to back, and restrained them together.  I then blindfolded Jim.

I'd gathered some toys together for sensory play, and of course my nails always work well too.  I turned on the stereo with some Enigma, dimmed the lights, and lit some candles.  My favourite, Henry Bindel lemon verbena.  When one or more of your senses are taken away, you automatically kick the others into high gear.  I spoke softly, so they'd strain to listen, and I brushed up against their bodies as I walked past, allowing them to feel the leather of my thigh high boots, and the leather & chain mail from my bra & mini skirt.  I whispered in their ears, darting my tongue out softly and just grazed their skin, watching them squirm, and listening to their moans.  I was definitely getting turned on.

I pressed my tits up against Cindy's, and slipped my fingers between her bare pussy lips, all the while telling Jim exactly what I'm doing, and how it feels.  I fingered her until my fingers were dripping with her pussy juices, and she was begging me for some relief.  I slipped around to Jim, and told him to open his mouth, and I slipped my cunt soaked fingers into his mouth, and while he sucked on them, I told him how he'd be sucking my cock next.

They were both swaying and getting heady, so I decided it was time to move them.  I swung two St Andrews Crosses around to face each other, and removed their blindfolds, and re-restrained them both, and placed a spreader bar between their ankles.  I leaned up against Jim's body, so that Cindy could watch me finger myself, while I told them exactly what would be coming next, and how hot I was just thinking about it.

I took a candle, lit it, and placed it in a holder next to me.  Then I took my fingernails and lightly scraped them over Cindy's nipples, watching them get bigger and bigger.  I slipped my leather mini skirt off, and slipped on a strap on cock, making sure to bend over and push up against Jim's hard cock with my bare ass.  I then grabbed the candle and dripped the hot wax over Cindy's bare nipples.  Watching her tense, and hearing her moan caused my juices to drip a bit more.  I then turned around and placed some nipple clamps on Jim, and rubbed my tits up against his chest, and pressed my cock up against his cock ;-)

Now that I was warmed up it was time for the real fun to begin.  I got them down from their crosses, and made them kneel in front of me.  I walked all the way across to where my throne sat, and took a seat.  Then I made them crawl to me, on their hands and knees, telling them to shake their asses seductively.  As they got closer I opened my legs and told Jim to crawl in between them & pleasure me while Cindy watched.  I held my cock up out of the way, and he lapped my pussy as if it was his last meal.

Then I stood up over him, and fucked his face with my cock.  I made him deep throat my cock, and show me what a good little whore he was going to be for me.  I told him to get it nice and wet, because I was going to fuck his wife with it in just a few seconds.  I told him that I totally get off on forcing my big black cock into the mouths of hot heterosexual men.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him to spit on the tip of it, and then I grabbed Cindy by the hair and forced her over the throne.  I shoved my big hard strap on cock right into her very wet, slippery pussy, and fucked her while her husband watched and listened to her begging me for more, begging me to fuck her harder, begging me to treat her like she's my little fucking cum slut.

I could see Jim try to restrain himself from jerking his cock off, he was absolutely begging me to be allowed to fuck her up the ass while I fucked her in the pussy.  He begged me to allow him to cum all over her tits, or her face, and he begged me to allow him to fuck my pussy while I fucked his wife.  I pulled her hair harder, and slapped her ass, I reached back around and grabbed his cock and balls, and squeezed... I could feel his balls filling up with cum.

I slid my cock out of his wife, and forced it back into his mouth.  I made him suck all of her pussy juice off my cock, while I had Cindy go lay down on the bed, and masturbate for us.  The three of us got onto the big king size 4 poster bed, and I pulled Jims' wrists up above his head, and restrained him to one of the poles.  I slipped off the strap on, and then climbed onto his face, and made Cindy climb onto his cock.  While she rode his cock for all she was worth, I ground my pussy into his face, and allowed Cindy to suck on my tits.

It was an amazing 4 hours, and I can't wait to see them again.  In fact, I had to get this up, because I have plans with them again tonight.  Tonight I'm thinking humiliation, spanking, and taking Jim up the ass... that's after I've made him make Cindy and I cum, at least a couple of times.

On other fronts... I LOVE THIS FUCKING WEATHER!!  I'm so excited.  I went for a hike yesterday on Patuxent Trail from Lake Elkhorn in Columbia to Savage Mill and back.  The breeze was so nice, but the fucking mosquitoes were biting like crazy.  I even got bit on my  left breast, and also on one of my ass cheeks.  Little fuckers.  They must know their days are numbered!

Today I took out a new horse that I picked up a few weeks ago.  For the first time in my life I bought a gelding.  Actually, I didn't really buy it, someone owed me some money, and the horse was the only way they could pay.  I'd seen the horse several times before, and knew that unless they got it castrated, I was never going to be able to break it.  It's definitely got ADHD.  Or else it's spawned from the devil.  Castrated or not, that little fucker threw me off last week, and I almost busted my shoulder, plus fucked up my nails.  Today was better, (I actually put a saddle on him), and managed to go almost as far as the PA border.

Reading: Just finished The Gargoyles --- excellent book and loved it from page 1.  Listening to: Viva La Vida, Coldplay & Body On Me, Nelly.  Eating: Nothing healthy... cinnamon crunch bagel with walnut cream cheese for breakfast, salt and vinegar chips for lunch.  Drinking: Diet Rockstar and Water.

Anyway, gotta run, get a shower and head off to meet Cindy and Jim for dinner ;-)

Half-Nekkid & Bleeding..

Yep, the title says it all...  Today is Half-Nekkid Thursday.  Proceed at your own risk.  Not for the faint of heart.  You must be *this high* to ride this ride..

Just back from a run. Exhausted.

Masturbation session, Mike n his butt plug

Aaahhhh.. Nice..

Fuck that felt good.

Time for a nap. Was up all night.

When I was uploading those pics, I found out that I'd taken some while I was "on the rag" last week & forgot to stick them up.  I was in the middle of a phone sex thing with a slave that belongs to another dominatrix, who is *really into* eating women out when they're on their period.... and I was supposed to zap them over to him.  However, I've since forgotten all about him, and his email address... So here ya go.  Two for one special today, but remember... proceed at your own risk.  Oh and yeah, I have since shaved.  It's all bald again.

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Do I really need to spell it out? Bleeding Lovely.

Bleeding period.

Fuck me Pink.

Will write later about yesterday... Had *the* HAWT-EST session ever with a husband and his wife..

I'm going out with Peachysweet tonight to Pastimes..

Bunco Bonking...

Last night 11 girlfriends and I got together for our monthly "bunco" game.  We played till well after midnight, and drank 10 bottles of wine, and a bottle of lemon vodka.  Each month someone takes a turn to be "the hostess with the mostess" and we all pick a theme ahead of time.  This month our theme was truth or dare, but really it turned into "the losers have to do whatever the hell we tell them"...  and boy did it get steamy.

It's 4 women per table, and 3 tables.  The table with the highest score & quickest bunco wins, and each of the 4 women on the winners side, get to confer, and pick up to all 4 women from the group of losers, and either ask them something particularly intrusive, or make them do something amusing, embarrassing or entertaining.

The evening started out fairly innocently.  We knew one of the girls (M) had been having some dreams of a sexual nature about one of our other friends (S), and neither of them have ever done it before, so we made M french kiss S while we timed it for 1 minute.  1 minute seems like nothing, but watching two women who secretly like one another have to do it for 60 seconds, stretched forever and ever!  When they lost again, we then made S remove M's sundress and her own.  Then we made them lie down, one on top of the other, and kiss and feel each other all over.  I was kinda getting a bit hot under the collar watching each of them jump a little when touched knowing they were feeling that electric feeling and listening to them when the breathing became a little quicker and heavier.

As the evening progressed we made the losers remove all their clothes, and we blindfolded them.  Then we made them get under the winners table, and lick each of the women for 3 minutes.  So 15 minutes later, they'd made it around the table, and had sampled the pussy of all 4 women.

I was on the losers table just once that evening.  Luckily for me, the "winners" were comprised of M and S, D and L and out of 12 women, these are probably the tame ones in our group of friends.  They came up with  having us partner up amongst ourselves, and then  starting at our toes & using our tongues,  lovingly lick & kiss our partner (i.e make out session) for 5 minutes each.  While they all watched.

I partnered up with L, whose birthday it is today, (and who aside from Rachel is probably my best friend in forever) and who has never been with a woman, but has always asked me about it, (and told me that she's had fantasies of doing it), but the opportunity had never arisen.... well...

The raunchiest part was probably the winners pretending to be guys rocking out with their cocks out, and making the losers crawl over on their hands and knees, and worship their cocks, but showing us how they do it to their husbands in real life...  some of that was very entertaining.  I found out some interesting little nuances about some of my friends, and some other really startling pieces of information about others.

All in all a fun night.  I'm thinking that when it's my turn to host in November, I'm going to switch things up.  I'm going to bring 12 men in, and those 12 men are going to play the bunco game with us, but the men will be who we humiliate and degrade...  and maybe we'll throw in a few more to actually "serve" us, because getting up to get our own wine, and uncork bottles, is really not my bag.  I much prefer to have a man tend to our needs...  interested in signing up?  Leave a comment!

Moved On..

Do you miss me? I know that I moved on... but..

I miss you.

And you've had some "upgrades" done since I last saw you. Lookin' Nice....

It makes me want you. Again.

I'm flirting with the idea that I could have both of you at the same time.... ?

If you ever wanna get to know me more... send me an email.

I'll tell you where I'm hanging my thigh high boots at these days, and I promise I'm only getting better.

Mistress Nichole.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MsNichole_Bitch-in-Boots/

Jackin' & Jillin'

Sunday & Monday I spent with the husband & kiddos and about 40 of our closest friends down in Kent Island. It was fantastic. I think I wanna give up the 5 acres & secludedness to move there! Our friends have this huge lot on the water, with their own little beach area & boat dock, and it's gorgeous and quiet.

Huge party all day Sunday & hanging out at The Red Eye Dock Bar. Monday, we took the boat out with the kids & went crabbin' and actually caught some crabs!! In fact, when I was putting the pot down, some were scrambling to get in and get my wee little fishy wishy. They are quite vicious little fuckers! Loved how he immediately just stabbed my poor fish right through the juggler, and fought off the two others who were scrambling to get it! Don't think I'm going to get hired on Deadliest Catch anytime soon tho!

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The Red Eyes Dock Bar... WOW.. hot hot hot.. So many babes, so little time. Was a bit iffy docking there, but thank god we didn't drive in, that was a complete nightmare! The place is packed out every Sunday for their infamous Bikini Contests, with the finale I guess happening this upcoming week. May just have to do a repeat!

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It was totally nice to get some much needed face time with the husband. Talking AND my ass smothering his face! That started on Saturday night. I went out all my "mommy girlfriends" for dinner and then to hang out at McGinty's Irish Pub. However, they're all very responsible mommies, who like their sleep now-a-days, and they all wanted to be home and tucked up by 11pm... !!! Well I decided I should go do the faithful, good-girl thing too, and boy was he surprised when I walked in the door so early! He immediately dropped to his knees, and started licking my boots and trying desperately to pry my legs open (I should have realised earlier that evening, when he'd made me change out of my "wellies" and put on a sexy little pair of knee high boots, to go with my mini skirt, that he was "into" them)!

I acquiesced (after all I was going to be up for hours) and got comfy on the couch for a moment or two.. until he pulled me up, and bent me over the arm of the couch, and dropped back down to licking his way from my ankles up to my ass where he was trying desperately to get his tongue... (Due to the fact I was going out with the mummies I'd put on underwear, which are in very scarce supply around my house).

He quickly pulled them & my skirt off of me, while I peeled my top of, and he started in earnest kissing and licking my ass, and fingering me at the same time, (it takes them a long time to figure out the multi-tasking thing) until I was begging him to shove his cock in me.

From there we bounced to me riding him while facing away. (I love leaning back into his chest, and him kissing my neck, and having his hands cupping my breasts). Then I wanted to see if he'd actually get into the boot worship thing some more (as it's not something he's ever taken much of an interest in), so I laid back next to him, and shoved the sole of my boot up against his face, while I jerked his cock off with one hand, and fingered myself with the other... (now that's fucking multi-tasking for real)!! He totally was getting into it..... Hmmmm I'm thinking he might have found my blog and read it.. which I totally am not into. It's ok for mostly anonymous people to read it, but it's like a diary, and pretty personal, and somethings that I might actually write about, are things that I've maybe not wanted to tell him about... is that at all weird?? Should I even expect privacy?

Anyways, things got kinda hectic over the summer and I didn't spend as much time with him as I should have, so perhaps he was feeling just a wee bit neglected & very horny.

Elsewhere on the husband front:

He's waffling back n forth with this idea of me being back and fully immersed into this lifestyle. Part of it turns him on and parts make him insanely jealous. I think "a little" jealous is always a good thing, keep him on his toes and all that... ;-)

Now that he has this job through the end of November at least, I'm also really kind of forcing the issue of moving back into the Columbia house, which he's not interested in doing, even though at any given time there's a bevy of strippers hanging out half nekkid, or drunken girl on girl sex parties happening, to which he now objects!!??!! (Well not really in theory, but...) And, as a mom, so do I, but only if it's before 8.30pm. I say between the hours of 8.30pm and 6.30am anything goes. The husband however, has gotten this huge guilty complex now that we've had kids, and I wish he'd lose it. It doesn't go with the whole big n sexy hunka hunka burning love image that I have of him.

So this morning Jack came. Literally and figuratively. He showed up at 7.30am to make me (and the kids) breakfast. I then had him come upstairs and help me get them ready for preschool and me well I drove them to pre-school in my boxer shorts and wellie boots.

Jack bought me a corset that has the cups out (so the boobs are therefore out and showing), and he has been begging me to wear it, so that when I'm walking around in thigh high boots with a whip in my hand, he would have an even harder time of keeping his eyes averted and to the floor... so he was snapping some pics while we were in the bathroom, before we went to the dungeon (well really the stables because I haven't yet moved anything back into the house yet), and I've just realised that one of my boobs is bigger than the other... WTF?

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We got some playtime in before the nanny and the kids arrived, and I have to say, walking around topless, with just the boots and the whip, meant I got in lots of extra licks with the whip due to his incessant gazing! Pressing them up against him while I fucked with him was also pretty hot :-)

Gotta run!!! This is so all over the place now that I've read it back, but I so don't have time to do any better. Thanks for all the recent comments btw!! Will respond to them later!

**TOTALLY REALISED THAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE JACK N JILL PARTY!! WILL UPDATE/EDIT THIS POST LATER**

I brought the Whiskey...

I'm going to see Gaelic Storm tonight.  They ROCK.  Patrick Murphy is my man.  Listen to Me & The Moon here.  If it's raining, I'll be wearing my wellies, but don't tell me ma cause I am the belle from Belfast City... If you're feeling lucky, take a chance, and Kiss me, I'm Irish.

Answering "inquiring minds"..

God you lot are so nosey! I did all very "normal" things today, but yet you still think it's sexy!!?? Well I guess I'm flattered! It was all very mundane, and totally non-dominatrix like ;-)

5.15am Sex with the husband. I think. I was still asleep when he slipped it in. I sleep curled up on my side, with one leg over a pillow. When it got too much to ignore I woke up, turned over, pushed him off of me, and climbed on top. I figured a quick orgasm while our house was still quiet couldn't be a bad start to the day...

6am - Stumbled out of bed to shower. By 6.30am my twins were beating on the bathroom door begging to go to preschool. Got them on the toilet, brushed teeth and hair, and helped them get dressed.. they have so many opinions now, that I've had to offer them "choices" otherwise they wind up looking like total fucktards. They are total nudists at heart, and "getting dressed" takes place at least a dozen times per day. (I thought about posting a pic, but don't want any pervs looking at my naked children).

7am - They wanted bagels, strawberry milk, and scrambled eggs. I figured that sounded good to me too, until I realised that *I* had to make it. Ate breakfast together and watched Dora the Explorer. It was a repeat.

7.30am - It was their first day at preschool and I had to pack their "backpacks" (change of clothes and underwear in case of accidents), and I'd promised to volunteer that morning along with the teacher, and the two para-educators. My son is going to be there 4 days a week due to his special needs & my daughter begged to go too, so I found a 2 hr program twice a week for her to take part in.

7.45am - Toilet time again. They piss and shit alot. The Wonder Pets. Can't fucking stand Ming Ming, a duck with a god damn lisp. How does that teach 2-3year olds to speak properly? Broke up a fight, and saved the dog from a crayon up his nose. While I was using the toilet, and answering 20 questions, one of them pulled up a chair to the fridge door and decided that they wanted more scrambled eggs. So 2 broken eggs on the floor, which the dogs appreciated...

8.30am - Out the door and get them strapped into their carseats. Forgot my wallet had to run back in. During that brief time my daughter took all her clips out of her hair, and my son took off his shoes & emptied his backpack onto the floor. Made it to preschool and God Damn, I could never be a teacher.

11.30am - Left Preschool, and drove through starbucks. God I needed a drink, but figured coffee would have to do. Got them a cup of oatmeal each, and one of those new protein shakes. Have a bunch of decisions to make. We're pretty sure that my husband is going to take a job doing something he loves, which means he can't be in Greece Nov, Dec and Jan like we'd planned. I'm thinking that we're going to move back into the big house in Columbia, but our kids have never lived there. We moved out prior to them.

They've also reached the point where they're outgrowing their toddler beds, and their nurseries. They each have big ideas about "big boy and girl" bedrooms, and we've talked about it ad nauseum, so we (I) decided that we'd go shopping. We started at Pottery Barn. My daughter wanted the Playhouse Loft bed. And a "princess" bedroom. My son didn't want anything they had. He's fixated on bears & dinosaurs. Am racking my brains on what to do to put those two things together.

Next up was Crate and Barrel, and they've outsourced their kids furniture to The Land Of Nod, so we browsed their catalogue. My son chose the full size barn red beadboard bed. I had no idea kids beds plus mattresses were so expensive. At this rate, I'll have to get a job.

They were both a bit perturbed that I wasn't handing over my credit card, and getting the beds wrapped and put into shopping bags.. I explained that we have to choose bedrooms in the house, measure, paint and figure out how much furniture will actually fit in each room. My son thought about throwing a temper tantrum, but thought better of it.

Next up was Lowes and the paint dept. She picked out a hot pink and chartreuse green immediately. I like her taste. He chose sage green. I'm not sure that barn red bed will look good with that, but ok... Bought all the paint, and as I'm paying for it, it dawned on me that *I'm* probably going to have to actually paint the rooms myself, as hubby is full speed on the field in double training sessions, and gym workouts. As I loaded them and all the stuff into the car, I realized it was definitely time for lunch, otherwise we were all going to turn nasty.

1.30pm. Wanted to choke the fucking waitress. Who can't see that two kids are 20 seconds away from a full blown melt down. Couldn't she just take the fucking order immediately. So more talking from my daughter about how she wants to be a princess... yeah she's my daughter all right. She wants one of those "princess canopies" over the bed, and went into great detail about the colour pink..... yawn.... didn't know how much more I could stand.

So we looked. Bed Bath and Beyond, World Market, Linens and Things, Target, Great Beginnings, Buy Buy Baby, Posh Tots.. none of them had it. And I was fucking tired. And meltdowns were in full force. Fighting over a book. Fighting over a blanket. Fighting over two bottles of water. Fighting over the red light that we HAVE to stop at. Did I mention I was fucking tired? Do you know how many times I have to pick them up and put them into their car seats, buckling them in and out? It would have been so much easier to leave the car running outside each shop and run right in and back out again. But that's a no-no.

4.30pm. We headed home. I really wanted a margarita. It was 97 degrees still. Hubby called to find out where we were. He had two hours free and wanted to see us. Thank fuck. I couldn't take another minute. My daughter started singing. "I kissed a girl and I liked it"... that annoyed her brother to no end. So he screamed, and she sang louder. "It felt so wrong, it felt so right"... should an almost 3 year old be singing this? More screaming from her brother.. she was singing too loud for his liking. She thought it was hilarious that he was getting so worked up... "I hope my boyfriend don't mind it"... Give me a gun.

4.45pm. I swear it felt way more than 15 minutes to get home. Hubby chased them around until they fell over exhausted. Maybe 10 minutes later. He brought in everything I'd bought. Comforters, sheet sets, lamps, paint and god knows what else. He was all dirty, sweaty and fucked up looking, soooo of course that led to us fucking like rabbits on the kitchen counter while the kids slept on the couch.

5.15pm Phone rang. It was Rachel. I told her we were busy. She kept talking. While I was getting it from behind over the counter I explained what I'd been looking for all day. She told me to load the kids up, pick her up and go to Ikea. SO.... I pulled my shorts back up from my ankles, put my flip-flops back on (God my feet are fucking dirty today), and realised my kids weren't on the couch anymore. They were naked, and riding a dog. Those poor dogs. I swear, they take so much abuse. Got them re-dressed, and loaded into the car.

6.30pm. Checked them into the "daycare" center at Ikea. Had almost 45 minutes of mindnumbing nothingness.. it was great, until the pager started going off, and wouldn't stop until I got back to the kids area. My daughter had had an accident. She'd shat herself. And she was still sitting in it. Ooooh fuck. Had to throw her undies in the bin, and wash her arse in the sink.

7.30pm. Had dinner at Ikea. It was actually kinda good. They actually ate everything on their plate, and played in the toy area while Rachel and I chatted.

9.30pm. Got home. Got them in the bath. Got them into their PJ's, and into bed.

10.15pm. No stories tonight. I can't take another minute of it. Hubby is still not home.

So there you have it... blow by blow... fucking uninteresting, mind numbing boring shit.

Hubby finally got home at 10.30pm, and he wants to watch McCain. He's a republican. My husband I mean. I don't know what the hell I am. Some of the stuff they say I totally believe in and want to believe them when they say they'll make a smaller government... BUT, I can't take the whole reversing Roe vs Wade, or telling any woman what she should or should not do with her own body. I'm also all for stem cell research. And gay marriage. And kinky sex / porn. And I know the difference between Iran and Iraq and Afghanistan. It doesn't really matter though, cause I can't vote. I'm not a US Citizen.

Uuugggh, it's been a very long day. I think I'm going to bed with the husband, and hope I haven't blown my whole "Tough, bitchy, Dominatrix persona" ;-) LMAO. Actually I'm going to shower, and wash my dirty black feet, slip into a bustier, thigh highs and high heels, and climb into bed ride his face, and then fuck his brains out. Hopefully he hasn't showered yet.

Goodnight ;-)

Eight Things

Another Meme.

Eight...

8 things I am passionate about:

1. Abused, Neglected Children & Animals.


2. Reforming Welfare. If we have to have it, put a reasonable time limit on it, like 6-8 months, not 4 fucking generations. Anyone who has to sleep under a bridge and doesn't like it, will quickly find a job.


3. Gardening.


4. Hiking.


5. Sex.


6. Family.


7. Traveling.


8. Antiques.

8 books I’ve read and enjoyed or that have left an imprint:

1. Are you there God? It's me Margaret.. Judy Blume.


2. The Grapes of Wrath & East of Eden.. John Steinbeck.


3. The Good Earth.. Pearl S Buck.


4. The Time Traveler's Wife.. Audrey Niffenegger.


5. Light a penny candle & Echoes.. Maeve Binchy.


6. Cane River.. Lalita Tademy.


7. She's come undone & I know this much is true.. Wally Lamb


8. Love in the time of cholera.. Gabriel García Márquez

Yeah I know, that was more than 8..

8 words/phrases that I say often:

1. Bugger off!


2. Oh for Fucksake.


3. Bollocks.


4. Bloody hell.


5. On the rocks, with salt.


6. No. Stop it. Don't make mummy get the wooden spoon out!


7. 1,2,3... Timeout.


8. La-La...

8 things I want to do before I die:

1. Eat mussels in Bruges.


2. Raft through the Grand Canyon.


3. Learn to speak Spanish.


4. Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich. Oh and experience Love Parade.


5. Ride something bigger than a horse.


6. Learn how to Salsa Dance.


7. Make it through an entire porno movie.


8. Hike down the Inca trail to Machu Picchu.

8 things I’ve learned in my life:

1. Children do not understand that you are flawed.


2. Laughter is good medicine.


3. Home can be more than one place.


4. Choose a path, take risks, have guts and dare to grow.


5. Never take things for granted.


6. There is more than one right answer & I don't always have to be right.


7. I like surprises.


8. One love is not enough.

8 places I want to see:

1. Barcelona.


2. Tuscany.


3. South Africa.


4. Galapagos Islands.


5. Fiji.


6. Easter Island.


7. The South Island, New Zealand.


8. Egypt.

8 things I currently want/need:

1. My car serviced & cleaned.


2. Another cup of green tea.


3. My kitchen cleaned.


4. A trip to the mall for: Lush Gorgeous face lotion, Philosphy big lip mouth plump in pink, and underwear.


5. Have my legs & bikini area waxed.


6. A Vicodin to kill this migraine that just won't go away. And a primary care Dr. A pap smear & breast exam. And a good gynecologist.


7. My pool cleaned, balanced, and winterized/closed.


8. More patience.

8 things I ate/drank this week:

1. Green Tea.


2. Ribena.


3. Bagel with Walnut cream cheese.


4. Double Decker.


5. Ginger Chicken from Tara Thai with Papaya Salad.


6. Tomato Basil soup from La Madelaine.


7. Key Lime Yogurt.


8. Hard Boiled Egg.

and you? Tell me at least one from each section... In the comments section please...

I think you're really submissive..

One of the things you'll learn about me soon enough is that it takes me a few days to get my head around anything that has me more than slightly flummoxed. For instance, if I leave you out of a post, (besides the fact that I don't usually post all of the gory intimate details) then I either want to get to know you better, or you were inconsequential. Same thing with the phone calls / texts..

I know I haven't known you *that* long, and the way we met was not the norm, but God Damn, you have the makings of a very meticulous submissive male. In case you didn't know, they're like Unicorns. If they are around & semi trainable, they're usually shacked up with loads of heavy baggage, and having been a home-wrecker once in my early 20's, I'm not prepared to go there again.

Most of the men who contact me, (professing to be submissive), have been looking at way too much male-driven porn. They are misguided & misdirected due to all the Barbie-esque, pornstar-ish looking women, dressed from head to toe in leather or latex, and 7" fetish heels, who for a fee, fulfill fantasies of "him losing control in the bedroom & becoming a sex slave". Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that these men can't overcome their stupidity, but many of them *like* being as dumb as a box of rocks. But I digress...

When out of absolute necessity I berated Stefan, I glimpsed you out of the corner of my eye, looking forlorn, your eyes pleading with me to return quickly so you wouldn't have to change your mind about baring your soul. The way you look me in the eyes & then blush so easily is oh so sweet.

I need mind, body and soul. It's rare to find all 3. BDSM for me is more about the persons involved more so than the acts themselves. The acts are dirtier, sexier, deeper when you know each other. Most people (and I'm not one of them) find it hard to be open & forthcoming, but not you. For every truth that I told, I loved that you told one too. The dares are fun, but hearing someone speak hidden thoughts aloud is much more of a turn on to me. The fact that you could do it surrounded by a bunch of men and women you didn't know, made it all the more hotter.

The old fashioned chivalry that you subscribe to is refreshing. It is not only good manners when a gentleman holds open a door, or seats a lady, but it shows me that you have character. In this day and age, that is also rare. The way you continually make sure my needs are met, is very sexy.

Your emails are neither pompous or pretentious, yet you write and speak with such forthrightness that at times *I* blush, then *re-read* the sentence again just to get that familiar wetness between my legs, and shivers up and down my spine.

You were self assured enough that you persisted with the initial introductory email, even though I didn't respond to the first three. You were confident enough to invite me for coffee, repeatedly. You had enough integrity to tell me I could call upon you anytime, and for any reason and mean it. You sat & thought about how you could make your introduction more appealing and sincere, and then sent not one, but two re-dos. I LOVE THAT in my men.

I've never wanted to be with the namby-pamby, spineless, indecisive, sniveling cowards, or doormats, who think throwing themselves on the floor at my feet, or spouting all those stupid, pathetic "scene" inspired sentiments & titles makes them appealing to me. It doesn't.

When I had your arms bound behind your back & I was flogging you, your cries begging me to stop; begging me not to, made me hot. Literally. The heat coming from my body the more turned on I become, is hard not to notice. When I bit your lip and you whimpered it made me want you.

I could hardly wait to get you on your back and climb up onto your face. When you told me that you've only ever eaten one other pussy before I couldn't wait to teach you how to eat me properly, and just the way I like it. It's so much easier for me to teach from scratch, rather than having men unlearn what they *think* is the correct way to lick a cunt.

I LOVE being on top for oral sex. I love the control I have to ride your tongue exactly the way my clit needs it. I love knowing that my pussy lips are opening and closing around your nose, and tongue, and chin, as I slide myself back and forth, humping your face.

I loved grinding myself onto your face, and hearing you lap up my juices that by now were dripping down your chin and onto your neck and chest. I could see that slippery, white cum glistening on your chest & couldn't help but rub it all over your nipples, and the head of your cock.

I loved how every time I told you where to put your tongue, and how quickly or slowly you should move it, your cock got just that little bit harder. When I told you that I was about to cum, and that you should suck on my clit while I exploded my pussy juices all over your face I could feel you stiffen up underneath me. That made me fuck your face with my pussy just that little bit harder and faster. When we came at the same time, I was very impressed.

Hearing you run the bath, light the candles and get the room cleaned up while I came down, made it difficult to not want another orgasm right away. I loved that you washed my hair, and scrubbed everything clean. It's always so relaxing to get a back rub while in the tub, and those smells were delicious.

I think you're really submissive, and I think I really like it. I'll be calling you later. Make sure you don't have plans....

Crazy Fun

Wow it's been a whole week almost since I last had time to sit down and write anything. I've been partying like a rockstar since my family were kind enough to finally go back home. YAY!!!

So because it's all just such a blur, I'm going to post about the parts I remember.

We went to see a band. I've now come to the realization that I'm past my prime. They were supposed to start at 8pm. By 10pm when they finally started up, I was seriously pissed off and regretting that I'd agreed to go there. Standing room only, smelly, and we were surrounded by fucktards. I want to sit down, and have a waiter bring me some good red wine. Not piss 'n vinegar in a plastic cup. Fuck I'm getting old.

Hmmmm, let's see what else....

12 girls. 6 slave boys.

A pool party. A boat ride. Big Tits everywhere. Mostly fake. But still big tits.

Yummy Mummies.

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Foot Worship. 240 Toes. 12 pairs of feet.

Peeing. Behind trees. In carpark. On slaves. In pool. (BIG NO-NO).

Kissing Girls. Yummy. Lesbian Sex. Ooooh right there.... that's it... oh.. oh... ahh

Alcohol. More peeing. Off the back of the boat.

More girl on girl kissing & fondling. Naked male slaves restrained and drooling.

One-on-one time with Josh. Restrained. Sitting on his face. Squeezing his nipples. Running my fingernails up his stomach and chest. Riding his face until I cum.

Laying down on him. My head & hair on his cock and balls, my legs on his shoulders and chest, and my feet up against the headboard. Vibrating myself with my magic wand, while he listens to me groan, and feels me squirm ontop of him. Watching until I cum and squirt straight up in the air.

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Clothed females, naked males. (CFNM) Always fun. Twice the humiliation. Forcing naked males to entertain us by wanking off while we watch. 6 Magic Wands. 6 chicks with strap on cocks. 6 Naked slaves getting fucked up the arse by 6 women, while 6 semi clothed women vibrate themselves silly. 6 Naked males on their backs while getting pissed on by 12 women.  Did I mention that I didn't want anyone to pee in the toilet because I wanted to swim, and like an airplane, I'm convinced when you flush, it empties into the Potomac?

There's something just so fucking *yummy* about forcing a man to be completely naked in my presence, while I still have all (or at least some) of my clothes on. Them naked and vulnerable. Me in charge & commanding their attention.

One-on-one time with Jack. Dressed us both up in thigh high stockings & panties from Victoria Secrets. Exquisite foot worship. On his knees. His tongue tickling me from heel to ass. Over and Over. Stands up behind me. From Ass to neck. Very good....

Restrained Jack to St Andrews Cross. Rubbed his cock with my stockinged foot. Slapped his cock with my riding crop. Squeezed his balls, dragging my fingernails over them and under them. Rubbed my ass up against his cock, teasing him. Telling him that he'll never be allowed to fuck me. Slapping his face. Grabbing his hair. Scratching his chest. Putting my hands around his throat and slowly, deliberately choking him, as I feel his cock dance, and press up against my hip bone, begging to cum.

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Baltimore Harbour. Bad come ons.

No gym time. No bike rides. Drank way too much. Ate way too much crap. Definitely didn't lose any weight.

Mosquito bites. On my ass. Bruises on my right hand & wrist and shoulder. No fucking idea.

Tuesday, down to 3 yummy mummies, and no slave boys. Reading The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. Fucking explicit & right to the point.

Listening to Kid Rock, All Summer Long, The Pussy Cat Dolls, When I grow up, Rhianna, Disturbia... BTW - If you're using ITUNES, you suck. I've been using this: GO MUSIC for as long as I can remember. At least 5 or 6 years. Singles are 15 cents. Albums about $1.10. Use the link to sign up & I get a referral, and you get 10 songs for the price of one itunes download.

Half-Nekkid Thursday..

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Crazy Lovable Chick

It seems like days have gone by since I last wrote, but I know that's an exaggeration.

I've been having good clean fun.. for a change!

Lots of horse-back riding.  God I missed it.  I hadn't been on a horse in over 3 years.  But it's like riding a bike, you never forget.  Did get a few strange looks from doing the whole Euro thing - Riding boots, and my itty bitty sundress, sans panties of course.  Don't need all that gear when it's 90 degrees outside, thank you very much.

Lots of bike-riding.  Now that's harder than spinning.  And I can't quite figure out why.  Well except that I've been pulling a bike trailer with two toddlers in it, who between them weigh about 60lbs & then the trailer itself must weigh something, I found it rather fucking hard getting up hills, and today the insides of my thighs ache.

Monday night I went to the movies at Rio, with my girlfriend Rachel, and watched Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona.  I chose it cause I was hoping there would be hot bi-girl scenes with Penelope Cruz and Scarlett Johansson. As it was directed by Woody Allen, I expected Quirky Love Triangles.

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It was actually very funny.  Within seconds of sitting down and watching, Rachel and I totally picked up on each other's quirks & personalities.  Rachel, is totally like Vicky - she is practical and traditional in her approach to sex, love and commitment, and doesn't like risky behaviours.  She's analytical and pragmatic.

I'm obviously the complete opposite.  I'm a total mix of Cristina and María Elena.  I'm unpredictable at best, spontaneous and still unsure of what I really want out of life.  (I'm great at knowing what I *don't* want).  I think some of the best sex I've ever had was "make up" sex, after a big fight while all that adrenalin is pumping through our bodies and I am that kind of crazy lovable chick - a  hot-headed, passionate Aries girl.

I'm also way into the whole "Big Love" lifestyle, and to some degree, The Collidge Effect, only the women are for me, not necessarily for him.

Barcelona, with a background of Gaudi design and the bustling of a beautiful city, gorgeous countryside, 7 beaches, 60+ parks / gardens, and romantic hotels makes me ache!!  Ache I tell you.  I'd love to just pack my bags with Rachel, and go on holiday for a few weeks.  I really love old, and here, we're talking 2000+ years old.  The Barri Gòtic ("Gothic Quarter" in Catalan) is the centre of the old city of Barcelona. Many of the buildings date from medieval times, some from as far back as the Roman settlement of Barcelona.  Doesn't that move you?

Last night I met Lyndon again.  God that guy is intense & I really want to do dirty, kinky things to him.  We met for sushi and sake, but I was home and on the couch watching the DNC by 10.30ish last night.

Josh brought me flowers for absolutely no reason - the exact kind I like - (I HATE roses & carnations), and this Diego ball pit thing for my kids ;-)  That was so sweet.  I think I have plans on Friday night to go to "fishnet night" at Tabu (but I could change my mind before then), and I don't have plans for Sat night yet, so I think you and I should get together and do something.  Kinky.  Something we haven't tried before together.

I think I'm about to get my period.  When I wiped just now there was a faint pink line on the tissue.  FUCK FUCKITTY FUCK.  And, I'm not wearing any knickers, cause I don't have any that are clean, or that my dogs haven't gotten to and chewed the crotch right out of.  I'm in desperate need for a shopping trip.  I don't even have any tampons.

I'm listening to:  Crazy Bitch - Buck Cherry and Flo-Rida - Low

I'm reading: Manic by Terri Cheney.

MEME

This post is going to be all over the place.  I Warn you now.  I've kind of had nothing really to say (or have plenty to say, but don't think anyone wants to hear it).

After reading a ton of blogs, I noticed these MEME things all over the place, but I always wondered who the hell wants to read those random list things about me?  I also wondered if any were *sexual* in nature, cause that might actually pique my interest.  So I googled it, and up came The Edge of Vanilla.

While reading his blog, he'd linked to an article (timely of course for me considering my whole week long crusade) on how to Dominate a Dominant Woman.  The make her beg section, complete and utter rubbish, but the next part "Tell her what you're going to do" was right on the money.  For me.  Along with the "Guide her hands" bit.

Being in control sexually is where I'm at.... always.  Wondering if any guy actually *could* take the lead in the bedroom was a very hot fantasy.  And when I say take the lead, I don't mean with a collar around *my* neck.  GACK.  That's not what I'm looking for at all.  Nor do I want to be humiliated.  Or abused.  But a very firm "you're staying on your back, and taking it" is definitely hot.  For a change.  And by someone you believe means business.  So, no, if you're a sub, you're never going to be able to pull that off for me, because I'll see right through you.

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I came back to my old house today, and craziness ensued.  My family is here from Ireland until the end of next week.  They leave on Saturday morning.  I hope.  It's been very stressful, and of course, meant that I had to make up with Jules.  However, in the last two weeks I think I've come to realise that what we may have had as kids growing up together, has passed.  And I can't quite figure out if I should let go, or hold on tight.  If it was anyone else in my life, I'd have let go already.

I'm don't want to fall back into that old pattern that we had in the past either.  I think that she's definitely a tad pissed off that I'm doing this blog thing, and I don't quite understand her reasoning behind the sudden interest.  She says she doesn't do well sharing the limelight, which is strange, because I've always felt that I've been the one in the shadows and that she's "the gorgeous red head" and I'm more the girl next door.  And men are always tripping over me, to get to her.

That she brings it up at all is disconcerting, because really, she was a pro-domme because of the money.  Not because she had dirty little fantasies.  Not because she actually gets off on it.  Well she did like being able to use men to do stuff for her, but I don't think that's the same thing.  And she no longer does it.  She no longer even has the site.  Albeit because I refused to keep doing it.  But she could have kept doing her blog.  She has moved on in a different direction in her life, so why all of a sudden is she doing this complete turn around?

She says that she could say the same about me.  For the last 3 years my life has been that of a stay at home mom to my children.  And she's right... Except that no matter what I'm doing, or where I'm at, I'm always thinking about, or craving this lifestyle that I've been publicly blogging about.  The entire time I've been gone, it's never left my head.  Not for a second.  It's my addiction.  It's my dirty little secret.

Just going back home this morning was hard for me.  It was difficult for me to move out of that life, and take my husband and start over, away from it.  The 3 of us, Jules, me and hubby lived there together, with Olivia, our live in sissy maid, who gave up EVERYTHING to come serve Jules.

I walked into the barns this morning and the smell hit me.. not of horses, but of all my dungeon equipment, and my toys that are now out there in storage.  Just waiting.   Opening the doors was like being taken back to early childhood, when you firmly believe in Santa, and can't sleep on Xmas Eve.  That rush when you run to see first thing in the morning, what you've got.

I constantly have this Yin and Yang thing going on inside.  I love my husband more than anything, but then at times, I'm extremely resentful of him, and at times I feel like a totally rotten bitch for making him put up with the shit I want to do.  He hates every bit of it.  Well except the bi-sexual part of me.  I love being the stay at home, soccer mom going to play-dates with my kids, but then I feel like a bad mom when I leave at their bedtime to go out and do what it is that I want to do.  Like beating the shit out of a stranger.  Or riding his face, and cumming all over him.  Humiliating acts.

When the resentfulness sneaks in, I get guilty and lavish them with love and attention.  So we went bike riding on the trail.  Then horse back riding.  My children have never ridden my horses.  Watching all of us together today, you'd never guess that I'm so... fucked up?  Kinky?  Nuts?  Bad?