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.

***

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?

Threesomes, 4-somes and more-or-less somes...

I hadn't seen Jack in well over a week or more, and while I was driving home from Fred-Neck the other morning, my thoughts were on him. The way his body quivers & gets goosebumps when I touch him. With anything. My fingers running over his long muscular torso, my nails dragging over his taut nipples, my teeth biting the back of his neck.

He's told me before that when he is laid next to me in bed while I'm sleeping curled up in his arms, that he gets goosebumps from head to toe. He said his body knew long before his head caught on that there was this "energy" and this dance between us.

I've often wondered just *what* he's feeling that's so obviously electrifying, and making the tiny hairs on the back of his neck jump up and stand at attention. Or what he means when he says I touch him in all the right places. Or when he says he only gets goosebumps when something touches him at a deeper level. Or that he only gets them when his heart hears or feels something that it recognizes to be true.

And now I get it.

Because I've never had them, I didn't *know* that the great sex I was having, wasn't *that* great, until Thursday night.

When I put my hand on the door handle to open it, I paused for a second, and in a flash I thought, I need to establish dominance with this guy. Sean. Same name as my dad. So I popped on my highest heels before opening the door. I was hoping he really was 6'5" like he'd told me.

Minutes after being in the room he touched me. I think he was changing my shoes. My whole body shuddered and tingled and my legs and arms were covered with goosebumps. It felt like this primal fear. Weird because surely I know when I'm physically attracted to someone, and I didn't think at that point I was.

I just wanted Mike #15 to evaporate. Into thin air. I sent him into the bathroom instead. To wait. Indefinitely. Who knew if these *things* were going to return. I didn't want them to stop. I get it now.

Who knows if Sean was feeling anything towards me. I normally could care less. Besides which, clearly you can still have a great relationship together when only one person is feeling the goosebumps, because Jack and I do.

I went into the bathroom. I squatted down over Mike #15 and the orgasm, or the energy that had been building up in the other room, slowly and surely trickled out of my cunt onto Mike #15's face. I rhythmically and slowly squeezed and contracted my cunt muscles to let my orgasm and urine seep out very slowly. I didn't want it to end. Sean came in and whipped out his cock and pissed all over Mike #15's laughable, small dick. I was oblivious, I was *still* cumming. Afterwards as I sat on the toilet about to wipe off, this huge, powerful stream of piss just powered through me. It was like a relief. An end to the orgasm, and the goosebumps.

Downstairs in the club he annoyed me one minute, and then touched me in another. Deep down. On that other level that Jack's always talking about. On a ride in the elevator back up to the room he made me cum. My legs were like jello. I had to take my shoes off and walk barefoot down the hallway. With my body covered in goosebumps. I no longer wanted a 3-some. I wanted one less person in that room.

We wound up downstairs again and off and on the entire night *I* had this dance going on in my head. Like him, can't stand him, like him, ooooh so can't stand him.. until the next time he nibbled on my neck, or kissed me. (I Know.. this kissing thing has GOT TO STOP). But it was sooo good. This fire inside me wanted to push him up against the wall and fuck him right then and there on the dance floor. But then he was pushing me up against the wall. Giving me those goosebumps all over my body again.

Finally we went back up to the room. Losing count of the orgasms at this point. Not really.. there were 4. 4 spine tingling, electrifying orgasms.

I was seriously pissed off when I walked in and Mike #15 was laying sprawled out on the bed. I'd explicitly told him to sit in the fucking corner naked until we returned. I grabbed my paddle, and beat his ass. Until I thought about shoving a double headed dildo up his fat arse. It went in no problem. He's been spending too much fucking time at The Crew Club, sucking dick and getting fucked up the rear end that I could literally have driven a mack truck up there; And. I. Don't. Think. He. Would. Have. Flinched.

Didn't really matter, I just wanted to lay down on that bed, and see if this black guy Sean could actually fulfill the only fantasy I've ever had that I haven't been able to satisfy. So Mike #15 had to go.

Leaving that room later in the early hours of the morning I was now 9 orgasms in. I could barely walk, or think. My body was still covered in goosebumps. And I thought of Jack. So three hours later, I was at his beach house. I needed to love him. I needed to for once in my fucking life, be gentle with him, and just be. The two of us. To not be so fucking mean & careless with his feelings. To do things besides *kinky* things with him.

That night I did something I only reserve for my husband. I planned out a four-some with another couple that I know very well, and took Jack along for the ride. It's every guys fantasy to see two women, and be involved with two women, especially two women who know each other inside out. And it's something I only do with my husband.

Anyone have plans tonight?

I'm thinking I might be going to Pastimes.  With Mark-Mike and Dom_Black_Guy_101...

Anyone else coming out??

I'll be in something black, probably high heels (too fucking warm for thigh high boots), short skirt.. sunflower tattoo on my neck, tattoo on my ankle... red toes..  come say hi ;-)

Changes

Please update your bookmarks.

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

For some reason now Yahoo thinks I'm not a "BBW" or even a "chunky chick".. so they've moved my group to the more "random" ADULT section, instead of oh let's say BDSM, or FETISH which would make much more sense.. stupid fucks.

SO ok I'm not 300lbs, but I am tipping the scales today at 190lbs. And ok, being 5'10 that helps a bit. BUT in my mind, that's fat, no matter how you slice it.  Since being back in the states since the end of May, I've gained 17lbs.  That's slightly more than 1lb a week for gawdsake!!  I can't even fit into the clothes in my closet at this point.  I so don't like being this fat, I know some women embrace it, and more power to them it's just not what I'd prefer.  On the other end of the spectrum, I also don't find those skinny, emaciated chicks at all hot looking, in fact, it grosses me out a bit, but I'd like to be in that happy medium space.. like Marilyn Monroe.  A bit Busty, great legs, and about a size 10.  A bit of cushion, and much more muscle.

I can't stand my stomach, and I've gained weight in my arms, so clearly I need to be lifting weights again too.

SO last night, I made it back to spinning class.  Really it's been maybe a whopping 3 times that I've actually gone this whole summer, and I totally forgot how much I love it, and how much of a workout I get from it.  SO, I decided to do two spinning classes back to back, and poor Josh, who really is this fit, muscular jock, got off the bike at the end, looking green, and promptly raced out of the spin room to the toilet, where he puked his guts up.... ;-(  Awww Joshie, I'm sorry!!  I on the other hand LOVED IT.  I totally had forgotten the mad rush of serotonin that pumps through my body giving me a totally natural high while I'm doing it. By the end of it I was a sopping wet mess.  My hair was completely soaking wet, and I had to literally peel off my cycle shorts, my sports bra, and t-shirt.  They could have been wrung out.  My socks stunk to high heaven, and I don't think I wanna put my feet back into those trainers, so I need to go buy a new pair ;-)

Josh, I really appreciate you stepping up and agreeing to be my gym buddy, because well really, I don't think I'd have the motivation to get my ass there if I had something *other* to do.. like ummmm, sitting on my ass at the computer.. Fortunately fall is right around the corner, and the only reason I'm staying in the states, so as I love to hike, I'm sure I'll easily take off the 17lbs I've gained, and then some extra.  Like 30lbs total would be great.

SO REMEMBER:  Update your bookmarks, and you'll also be sending emails to a different address also!!!

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

Deep Throating

So those current little whores of mine... Have you been practicing? You all have at least one of my strap on cocks in your bedrooms. I want you sucking on it at every opportunity.

Deep-throating is a skill, like parallel parking or fire eating. Unlike either of those skills, however, you really can’t hurt yourself or any one else by deep-throating a cock.

Like any extreme sport, deep-throating is an activity you need to work up to. You can’t expect to heli-board the first time out, and you can’t expect to just open your mouth and let that cock slam down your throat cold. Although that is kinda hot when you gag. Just no puking please. That whole pain thing is kinda sexy too, but I want to be nice. Just for a minute.

Patience is the virtue that will lead you happily down the path to the vice of face-fucking. Either me fucking your face with my strap on, or one of the men that I may pimp you out to slamming his cock deep inside your mouth. Or my lover's cock, right before he puts it into my warm wet pussy.

Hold my strap on cock in your hand, and with your throat all warmed up by your high-viscosity spit, pull your tongue to the back of your throat to open it. Slowly, incrementally, guide that strap on into your throat, thinking about pulling your tongue back and down. Hold your breath. Relax. Your throat will open up, I promise. Breathe. Now take your tongue and run it slowly up the length of my cock.

Yummy, ain't it? Keep practicing. I plan on testing your skills next time I see each of you. I'm going to tie you up (or down), hang your head off the side of the bed, and face-fuck you into oblivion. I want to hear the slurping. The quick breathing. The moaning. I want to feel you struggle underneath me. Eye Contact. Lots of eye contact.

AND then right after I cum, I'm going to turn around and have you lick and kiss my ass in appreciation. Then we'll talk about part two of your training. What's to cum next.

Fuck...

Fuckkity fuck fuck. I don't have time to write much tonight, but wanted to say WOW - thanks for all those comments from yesterday's post!

Josh, thanks for a great chill out day, I had so much fun! After you dropped me off, I just had to go shoe shopping. Spent way too much $$$ on three new pairs. Michael Kors has some rocking shoes, and I could have gone totally crazy in DSW - 2 and a half hours trying on oodles of shoes, and just getting wetter and wetter. Wound up with some cutesy Madden Girl open toed plaid Mary Jane pumps, Guess slingback pumps, and my favourite were the Michael Kors.

Hubby wasn't amused that I was blowing his hard earned cash on more shoes. Or that I hired a babysitter so I could go fuck off today in Annapolis ;-) LMAO However, that will change when I put on a pair of the said shoes, and fuck him silly tonight.

BTW - If anyone wants to contribute to my shoe obsession, check out my wishlist ;-)

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Shit this is so easy. By the way, the "handles" have been changed slightly to protect the innocent ;-)

Black_Dom_Guy_101: You know its hard for me not to seem like a stalker. Because every time I read your blogs my cock stays rock hard and I feel I should IM you
Black_Dom_Guy_101: but Im NOT a stalker lol
Ms Nichole: are you sure?
Ms Nichole: and what about my last entry was that hot?
Black_Dom_Guy_101: mmmmmm yea
Black_Dom_Guy_101: we had some people over last night
Black_Dom_Guy_101: turns out they were both closet subs
Black_Dom_Guy_101: so I got to beat everyone LOL
Black_Dom_Guy_101: btw you have the dirtiest mind ever!!!
Black_Dom_Guy_101: well you know
Black_Dom_Guy_101: the whole
Black_Dom_Guy_101: cuckolding thing
Black_Dom_Guy_101: you having someone suck off your lover and then clean you both up when done
Black_Dom_Guy_101: the whole threesome husband thing too
Ms Nichole: aaah I see
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I noticed no forcing the sub to get fucked by the bull stuff
Black_Dom_Guy_101: any interest?
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ie he gets fucked by you or me , while servicing the other BJ and eating pussy
Ms Nichole: oooh now that's kinda hot, but I have to be able to wrap my mind around it, so why not explain it blow by blow
Black_Dom_Guy_101: well
Black_Dom_Guy_101: first blow by blow ruins the whole sponti thing but here it goes
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I come over
Black_Dom_Guy_101: you have him dressed like a little cocksucker whore
Black_Dom_Guy_101: we have him serve drinks start to make out
Black_Dom_Guy_101: then we retire to the bed room
Black_Dom_Guy_101: where he undresses us
Black_Dom_Guy_101: unless hes needed he kneels in to corner watching
Black_Dom_Guy_101: so we start at it
Black_Dom_Guy_101: he comes over and sucks your toes while your riding my face
Black_Dom_Guy_101: you humiliated him by telling him how much of a man I am etc etc
Black_Dom_Guy_101: then order him to suck my cock like a good whore
Black_Dom_Guy_101: which he does while your riding my face still
Ms Nichole: ooooh that's quite good
Black_Dom_Guy_101: then we start fucking
Ms Nichole: I may have to post this
Black_Dom_Guy_101: LOL
Ms Nichole: I'm kinda wet
Black_Dom_Guy_101: nice!!!
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ok let me finish
Ms Nichole: LOL. Yes absolutely
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I fuck you hard
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ass slapping hair pulling rough sex
Black_Dom_Guy_101: all the while hes in the corner
Black_Dom_Guy_101: your yelling how you your getting fucked by a man not some sissy bitch
Black_Dom_Guy_101: then call him over to suck your toes while were at it
Black_Dom_Guy_101: then eat my asshole while Im fucking you
Black_Dom_Guy_101: after were done the first time
Black_Dom_Guy_101: you have him clean your cunt
Black_Dom_Guy_101: so you tell me you’re about to show him how a real bitch gets fucked
Black_Dom_Guy_101: so your laying down on your back
Black_Dom_Guy_101: hes cleaning your cunt on his kness
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I come up behind and stuff my cock in his ass
Black_Dom_Guy_101: Maybe he should wearing a plug the whole time?
Black_Dom_Guy_101: Anyway
Black_Dom_Guy_101: when your cunts all clean
Black_Dom_Guy_101: we switch
Black_Dom_Guy_101: your strap him
Ms Nichole: He's not quite ready for a plug, but that's just cause I need to actually fuck him more often than I currently do
Black_Dom_Guy_101: and he sucks my cock
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I make him gag on it
Black_Dom_Guy_101: all the while you are telling him to take it whore
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ....which him are we referring too?
Ms Nichole: Mike.
Black_Dom_Guy_101: k
Ms Nichole: The little slut I was with the other night.
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ok think he'll go for it?
Ms Nichole: oh I think I could talk most men into anything.
Black_Dom_Guy_101: lol
Black_Dom_Guy_101: the important things to me are
Black_Dom_Guy_101: hes dressed
Black_Dom_Guy_101: and shaved
Ms Nichole: like a slut obviously, totally humiliating
Ms Nichole: except for his face.. he's kinda got that stubble look going on, and I kinda like that, but he is shaved below.
Black_Dom_Guy_101: nice
Black_Dom_Guy_101: I think it would be great as a surprise
Black_Dom_Guy_101: like go to his house
Black_Dom_Guy_101: have him dress and kneel
Black_Dom_Guy_101: and I come in
Black_Dom_Guy_101: and then we get started
Black_Dom_Guy_101: that wouldn’t give him time to get his head around it
Black_Dom_Guy_101: more humiliating
Black_Dom_Guy_101: so what else would you add to that scene anything?
Ms Nichole: I'm going to think about this, and write about it, and you'll see what exactly what I'd add to this scene.. later. Gotta go meet my friend Lucinda for breakfast & then do the whole Mt Vernon thing.
Black_Dom_Guy_101: ok
Black_Dom_Guy_101: i have to go Silver spring at 4ish
Black_Dom_Guy_101: to get my bike
Black_Dom_Guy_101: drinks?

OK the back story on all of this is, this guy is half of a couple on APG, and he's a "dominant black guy" (yeah just like they all say... when really he just needs to be bent over the bed, and taken by a really dominant woman and fucked sooo hard his big negro arse hurts so bad he can't walk straight and of course he'd put up no fight, because none of them ever do).... so black_dom_guy_101 is a totally made up handle). During the course of the last week, we've talked a fair bit but haven't had a chance to meet.

To be honest, up until now he hasn't really come up with any good reason for me to meet him except for us to fuck, (while his sub girlfriend cooks us dinner, and then sits in the corner).... which I did that whole black guy fucking thing a little over a week or so ago, and even though it was alright, it wasn't that good that I feel the need to go try it again. Obviously adding in the hot little submissive girlfriend is peaking my interest, but I'd like to meet her first and make sure she's cool with everything I'd want to do.

So as a total hot fantasy goes yes the very basics is a total turn on, but with my own twist it would go something like this:

Kinky Black guy (i.e you) would come over to my place. I would be in my robe waiting for you, because YOU are going to choose my outfit. Hopefully something tasteful. Like retro black silky stockings, with matching garter belt, crotchless panties & push up bra. A pair of very sexy strappy high heeled shoes. You're then going to dress me. No sex yet. Just you on your knees in front of me, rubbing your hands up my silky smooth legs, inhaling the scent of my Ysatis moisturizer as you put my stockings on first. I put my feet in your lap, and you slide them one at a time into the sexiest 7" platform high heels you've ever seen.

I stand up and step into my panties. Your head is inches away from my cunt and I'm starting to get a little excited. You reach around my waist to pop the garter skirt on over top of the panties, and then I turn around and put my arse in your face, while you fasten the clips to the top of my stockings.

When I'm satisfied that the vintage red cuban heeled seams in the back are straight, I have you stand up and I turn around again with my back to your chest. You cup my creamy white breasts in your hands and give them a little squeeze, then you put my bra on.

It's almost time for Mike to get there, so I show you the closet that you're going to wait in while I get him ready. You tell me you want a quickie right now, but the best I'll allow you is to slip one of your fingers up into my pussy.

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I adjust the slats on the walk in closet door so that you have a good view of the entire bedroom. The doorbell rings, and I slip on a red jacket that Mike had loaned me the last time I was with him. As I walk to the door I see Mike looking through the glass front, and I get very excited. I can't wait to fuck my little slut. Before I allow him to come in, I give him his jacket back, and tell him to go put it in the car, while I wait. Foot tapping. Excited. Nervous. I watch him intensely as he comes back towards me wondering if he has any idea how sissified he's going to become. Or even how bad I'm going to hurt his little tight virgin arsehole.

We head over to the kitchen. I've got some drinks made for us, and there's a rather large shopping bag that I need him to carry up stairs. I push him up against the kitchen counter, and kiss him. Sucking and gently nibbling his bottom lip, and then sliding my tongue deep inside his mouth. Just like a miniature cock. He pulls me up against himself, and I can feel his cock hard against my hip bone as he hugs me tighter. I grab the drinks, and him by the other hand and tell him to follow me up to my bedroom. The same bed that I share with my husband.

Once in my room, I tell him to take all his clothes off, and drop to his knees. I whisper in his ear that I have a very special surprise for him tonight. I take everything out of the shopping bag, and lay it out on my king size bed. I have him crawl across the floor to me for a closer look. I show him the slutty, but vintage red, pink and black satin panties and corset that I've bought just for tonight. For him to wear. It's going to match the slutty red lipstick that I'm going to paint his lips with.

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I tell him to get his ass up onto the bed, and then I straddle him, making sure that my ass is facing the closet. I take my lipstick, and apply it. Then I bend over and do the same to him. I tell him that every good cock-sucking whore, needs to be able to deep throat a nice big cock. I climb off, and grab my strap on. Once it's on and snug, I have him sit up against the headboard, and I stand up and straddle him again, and explain that he's got to take as much of my cock in his mouth as possible, and then close his lips tight around it, so that the red lipstick leaves a ring around my white cock. He takes as much as he possibly can in his mouth, and sucks. When I pull my cock out of his mouth, I show him that he really only took about 2.5 or maybe 3" at the most. His cock is rock hard, so I get between his legs, and I wrap my lips all the way around his dick, and I suck. Leaving a nice glossy red circle around the base of his cock.

I get him all prettied up. I'm definitely going to have fun with him tonight. He looks like a total sissy faggot dressed in red, pink and black from head to toe. Or a street whore. Or a cum eating, cross-dressed slut.

“The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants a woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”
~Friedrich Nietzsche

Monogamy..double penetration

Uuuugghhh, I'm officially TIRED.  Of 3 year old b'day Parties.   I spent Saturday afternoon not sleeping, but at some Riverfront park with my family, and some other friends who now have a 3yr old.  Well more like 30 toddlers, and all of my friends who used to be sooo cool, and are now, so not.

I spent most of my time with one eye on the Frisbee, and the other on the river, and thinking about seeing Mike later that night.

I actually had missed him.  Which is very weird.  I can't explain really what it is about him that I'm into.  But there's something.  I met him at his place & we chilled out and watched Michael Phelps for a while.  Pretty soon though I was totally jonesing to see him in one of the cute little outfits I'd brought over & I totally wanted more kissing and more talking about things that might turn us both on.  Alot.

I kinda wish the whole cuckold thing didn't have to be random sex with strangers.  Because I have THE BEST sex ever with my husband.  I don't know how weird that would be for Mike or my husband.  When I got home the next morning, wait that's this morning my husband wanted to know what I'd done, and when I told him, I decided to just go right ahead and ask him if he'd be up for a 3-some with Mike.  I'm not sure that I got a definitive answer, because the fucking awesome sex happened.  (No don't say it's because he was all turned on about me being out and spending the night with another guy etc., etc., because really my husband wishes I'd just stay the fuck home, and stop being so nutty).

SO, although I've had some random sex with strangers recently, none of it has been as good as it is on any off day with my husband.  WTF?  Did I just say that? None of the random sex I've had with strangers in the last few weeks has been anywhere near as good as sex is with my own husband.  We have been together for over 15 years, so I guess that's why.

Mike & I did a little detour around midnight, and wound up going to TABU.  I was hoping that a certain guy I've known for a very long time would be either there partying, or working.  He and I have flirted for years, but I've never actually followed through, but I knew that if I did last night, that I could also convince him to allow Mike to participate.  I knew that I could even convince him to allow Mike to suck his big black cock, before he'd stick it in me.  The power of the pussy is amazing and guys are sooo stupid.

It wound up being a mute point because there were no rooms available until like 3am, and I wasn't up for waiting that long.  We looked around, but really I just wanted to jump on his ass, so we left and went back to his place again.

By about 4am he was sleeping like a baby and snoring his head off.  If I stay at his place ever again, I'm taking ear plugs.  And my own blanket because his house is fucking freezing cold.  And I love it cold.  But cold where I've just got one leg out, and either over him, or over a pillow.

Weirdly enough every time I've stayed over at his place, I've slept.  Without cumming first.  Which I'm not apt to do.  Even in one of my own houses.  I have to at least masturbate if I haven't cum from fucking my husband, otherwise I'll never sleep.

SO, after fucking my husband this morning when I finally got home, I went to sleep.  I'd cum buckets while riding him on the living room floor while our kids played in the backyard and the dogs supervised.  The kids I mean.  Not us.

Rachel sent me a text telling me about The Bridge, at Ladew Gardens, so I planned to sleep for 2hrs, shower, and pick her up at 4pm, and then pick up our other girlfriend Chris in Columbia at 4.30pm, but I made the mistake of going through the drive-thru at Starbucks.  3 other cars in front, and I swear to get a grande iced americano, and a grande iced green tea it took us 40 minutes.  40 minutes of my girlfriend Rachel telling me that I'm being a total bitch to my husband, and a total whacko because I'm into the stuff I'm into.  And that it's not cool to be "dating", while married.  I've never really considered what I do as "dating". And that it's not cool to spend the night with someone else, unless of course it's her or another girl.  And how something "bad" is going to happen me.  And how she wishes she was married to my husband, because she'd treat him properly.  And what would happen if he would show up one day with divorce papers.  And how I'm having random sex with strangers, because she thinks that my fucking someone up the ass with a strap on is considered "sex".  I don't actually consider that sex.  In fact, like Clinton, my definition of sex is the cock going into my pussy.  If it doesn't go into my pussy then nothing I've done up to that, is considered sex.  By my definition.    I also know that unless I'm the one doing the divorcing, my husband is not going to leave me.


I really wish she was as cool as I'd originally thought she was.  I wrangle all the time about my lifestyle choices, and sometimes I don't need it from my best friend.  I just don't believe in monogamy.  I don't think that's how it's meant to be.  I don't think that one other person can fulfill all the needs of another.  I'm totally into Big Love.  I can't explain if that's a non-american thing, or if it's simply that I might get bored very easily, or need more sexual stimulation that most people.

Anyway, we had a ton of fun at Ladew Gardens, although I have to say that it was in the boonies.  And its kinda cool knowing people in the band.

As I'm so totally turned on by a couple of things right now, I'm going to wrap this up and go masturbate, and fuck my husband again.  For the 3rd time today.

I'm getting off on:

1.  Having Mike service me & make me cum BEFORE I get fucked by another guy, while he watches and I verbally humiliate his sissy ass.

2.  Having Mike then suck the other guy, or take his cock and put it up inside me, and then while I'm getting fucked, have him licking, stroking and playing with me.

3.  Having Mike clean me up afterwards.

4.  Double penetration.

5.  A dominant guy and me, dominating Mike.  Together.

What gets you off?  Use the comments box.

Miscellaneous Craic!

I just met a bunch of Irish guys & a couple of Irish girls. Like right off the boat. They were a total blast, and it's always cool hearing the accents and having certain things in common like good craic! Maybe it's because I've got 27 of them staying at my house now, but when they called me to get together for a party later, I just don't think I can get into it. For one thing, 2 or even 3 of the guys are really very cute, in an Irish kinda way, but I remember what sex was like with men from home. First off, they've NOT been decapitated down there, and from what I remember, are so into the whole European thing of NOT shaving down there either. Maybe things have changed. After all I haven't been with a guy from home since I was 17.

RULE #5 - Make sure you're shaved down there. I like it smooth. Like a new born baby's arse.

I went over to Henry's house last night for a while, but I don't think it was as good as I thought it could be. He does however have the most gorgeous arse I've ever seen on a man. Seriously. I wanted to finger it, or better yet, fuck it. He also has no fucking hair anywhere on his body, and it feels so good. The kissing was still really good. The foot sucking just gets better and better. It's the rest of it that I just wasn't into last night.

I think my problem is the snorting coke. I'm not one of those "anti drug" girls. I can drink like a fish (an Irish fish), I've tried Acid years ago, and it gave me a totally bad trip, so I never did it again. I did EXstasy a lot when I was younger, but haven't done it in years either. Probably only because the opportunity has never arisen. I used to totally love the whole relaxed rolling feeling, and the super sensitive sensory overload that comes with it. I'd never done pot until I was about 30 years old, but I'd say, that's for sure my drug of choice. I don't do it every day, in fact months can go by and I'm not interested in doing it, so I'm not that wake and bake girl either. I have a friend on radio who sometimes I do mushrooms with, again very rarely. Because I'm *me* I probably would prefer a vicoden, or a percocet to completely mellow me out & bring me down a notch or two, and again, that's very rarely and only if someone gives me one.

BUT... Because I am *that girl* who is turned on by the whole not safe, not really sane, not consensual thing I tried it. That particular baggie was not coke. Besides leaving a horrible taste in my mouth, clearing my sinuses out, and giving me a majorly fucking sore head, it did absolutely nothing. I've seen friends do coke, and have seen the changes in them, and this did nothing at all. I totally think someone is selling him adderall and passing it off as coke. Anyway, I had no interest in doing it the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that. Not knowing him very well I don't want to be in a car with him while he's doing it, or really even hanging out with him if it's a constant thing. That's a pity, because when he's NOT on it, like at work, he's funny. He's sexy. He's attentive. He's sweet. He's generous. He's on the ball and interesting. He's thoughtful.  He's a lawyer for gawdsakes.

On coke, he's none of those things. Well ok he's still a lawyer.  So I think it might just have ended last night.

God see how good this blogging thing is. I totally get to sort out my entire head in just a few minutes of letting things fly out of my fingertips and onto the keyboard.

Last night I also went to this Irish Take-a-way - Eamonn's on King Street, Alexandria, VA. I got some battered sausages. LOVED IT... SO FELT LIKE HOME. Got some Club Orange and a bag of crisps. Oooh and a deep fried Mars bar. So much for spinning class.

This couple from APG (which I just joined last week as "BitchNBoots") sent me an email today about getting together with them. The male half of the couple has definitely been doing all the contacting me & making the arrangements.

He mentioned he'd raced motorcycles in the Isle of Man. Well I've been there a ton of times and had no idea that people raced there. But then I told him that where I'm from, literally right outside my front door is where the North West 200 takes place. I had NO idea it was so fucking famous, until he mentioned it. So I had to go wikipedia it. Fucking hell. I didn't know it was a world wide thing. My grandad raced in it years ago, and in fact, the whole reason I've never gotten back on a motorcycle is because I tried to take his out by myself when I was about 14, and it was so heavy that I fell off, and it fell on me. Ooouch. Burning my inside leg with the exhaust. Leaving a scar that lasted till I was 29. I'm ready to get on behind someone again now though.

Traks opened when I was about 13 and I used to go there on Thursday nights to party, until I was about 17. However, don't go to Traks unless you want some dickhead hitting you with a broken beer bottle, and then kicking the shit out of you. And not in a perverted good sorta way. Kelly's is much better. Right across from the golf course.

Anyway this all has made me kinda home-sick. Irish family staying. Making new Irish friends. Visiting Irish Websites.

I'm supposed to be seeing Mike later tonight. Gotta go get ready for a party now though!

Porn

I really want to go visit a porno store place. For a couple of reasons. Mark sent me this incredible IM the other day about a DBS place (dirty book store) that he went, where couples could go, and either watch, be watched, or get fucked by random people. I'd like me and two other people to go. That way one of them could watch, while I fuck the other person, and the other people there, could watch too.

I've gone with my husband a few times when we've been driving to Philly, NYC, AC or Canada, and we've always had a ton of fun. It's been a very long time since that though. About 3 years.

My second reason is purely practical. I no longer own any porn. I gave it all away when I was packing up and moving to Greece. However, sometimes, especially like now when I'm alone, I'd love to be able to slip one into the dvd, and have a major earth shattering orgasm in about 3 minutes, while watching something good.

Anyone know where in the DC/MD area that I could go to get some porn? Hopefully fetish in nature? Tell me if so via the comments section!! The place next door to my old shop in downtown Silver Spring has since been seized by the government, and from what I've heard the old guy is in jail. This time for longer than last time.

OMG - Crazy. Hot. Re-writing the rules.

I've kinda been missing in action for the last few days. It's because I've been spending all my free time with Henry. He might just be an addiction that I'm going to wind up having to detox from in the near future. Being a "dominatrix" is hard. I've crossed all sorts of lines in the last few days with him that I've never really done in the past. Well there was that whole kissing thing with Mike, which I'm sure he stopped right around the time I either went off on a blog rant about me not wanting to kiss anyone other than another women, or my husband. (I didn't mean him too). I haven't figured it out. As I've not seen him in well over a week, I think it may just have fizzled out altogether. Which makes me a bit sad. I liked Mike a lot, and liked the whole "friends with kinky benefits" that we'd set up together & even though I barely came with him because of his whole virgin "never been fucked up the ass thing", I'd been willing to take it slow.

The start of something between me and another person is kinda like dating, except you're "dating" a married dominatrix, who has an open relationship with her husband. I guess for me, if it's a one time thing (like a random session), it can be fun. It won't ever be great, nor mind blowing, because we don't know one another, so the whole being friends part, is for me, at least, very important. The hard part is I'm fucking picky.

Kissing Mike was my first. And I liked it. Alot. BUT. STOP. THE. FUCKING. TRAIN. Kissing Henry was mind blowing, sparks flying, clit tingling good. If I'd known how good it would be, I'd have done it the first night we got together, but I think we spent A) way too much time talking at the bar, then B) talking over cheesecake, while he gave me a foot rub under the table. (Yes I've now gotten over my craving for it.. well sorta), and then C) when we got to his place, being too focused on the whole foot thing.

As I was following him back to his place in DC that first night, I was kinda thinking at best I'd get a great foot rub and toe sucking session, and would be able to masturbate through it, cum and leave. At worst I figured, what the hell, he's really funny, easy to get along with, and I don't have to stay if I'm not feeling it. But OH MY GOD. That boy can suck feet like there's no tomorrow. Totally relaxing, great night and he made me cum.

The next day Henry brought up "the rules", as in, "in the full efforts of disclosure, I just want to tell you, that it's not just your feet I'm into".... I thought in my head, ok, so what.. the rest of the kink is??? If it's just going to be a foot thing between us, then I'm ok with just that. It was that good.

He is interested in hearing about me getting fucked by another man, so I told him blow for blow about the whole encounter on Saturday with Black Mike. He wanted to know what's off limits, things.. like "can I see your pussy", "can I lick on and suck on your pussy", "can I play with your ass" etc., etc.,???

WELL HELL YEAH!!

OMG I love it.

So we met and played some more.

Then we went out to the Georgetown Waterfront and had some drinks, and watched all the feet go by, while he gave me a foot rub. Then we went to a little wine bar, had something to eat, and then went back to his place where things really got fucking heated.

He literally licked, sucked and rubbed, every single inch of my body, and it felt so fucking good. Then he kissed me. OMG. It was unreal. I think. I was pretty drunk, but drunk or not, it felt so fucking awesome that I literally did not want him to stop. I did not want the making out to stop. It was very intense. I wish I hadn't had to leave.

And now I'm at number 3. I've fucked 3 guys in about 5 weeks. 15 years of marriage, and in the last 5 weeks I've had sex with 3 men other than my husband. Hubby isn't thrilled, but he's at least starting to get used to the idea that I might just *need* it. However, the fact is this could also just as easily be the end of it. Maybe I'll not want to fuck any other guy ever again. Maybe all the fantasies that I've had, have now been fulfilled. Fuck a white guy. CHECK.  Fuck a black guy.  CHECK.   Fuck a South American guy.  CHECK.  Maybe now the regularly scheduled program of events will return, and I'll stick to fucking and dating girls once again. Maybe not.

I'm so beat from lack of sleep, too much alcohol etc., that all I could do was drag myself to the movies last nigh. Pineapple Express. It was fucking hilarious. Seth Rogen is awesomely cool, and he brought back the guy from Freaks n Geeks to play his side kick. Would have been even more hilarious if I'd been stoned ;-(

I'm going to hang out with my kids and family today, and I'm not sure what I'll do tonight. If anything.

MY BLOG HAS MOVED..

So fucking blogger, after a week or two of having taken away my access to post, (because I actually do blog, almost every day), believed that I must be a spammer. Or a spambot. Well jeez, thanks blogger....

So they've now "reviewed" me and I can now access my own blog, and make new posts.

But I've moved on.

IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE READING ABOUT MY EXPLOITS then you should join my yahoo group to find the new blog. I'm going to be using wordpress instead.

You can also send me an email to: MsNichole_2002@yahoo.com and REQUEST the link to my new blog.

Oh Henry..

Henry, I so do wish you'd disclosed sooner your love of feet! I would have moved you right up the list, instead of dismissing you, which is what I had done. Especially because of you know who & you know what. What a small world 'eh? Anyway, moving right along...

So I'm looking forward to meeting you tonight. I think we should get a table though. That way I can slide my "much needing to be worshiped" feet between your legs for you to rub while we grab a drink together & feel one another out. Who knows this could be the start of a very lovely thing?

After our little IM session today, I felt inspired to go put on some shoes & snap some shots. (A lot of shots actually). Leave me a comment and let me know what you think..

[caption id="attachment_210" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Sexy Bare feet, soles together."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_211" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Red Heel"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_212" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Anyone ever been fucked by a heel like this?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_213" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Fetish Spiked Heel."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_214" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Do you like them crossed?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_215" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Peep Toes"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_216" align="alignleft" width="238" caption="Wanna worship my sexy feet?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_217" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Pink Bubble Heels"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_218" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Wouldn't you love your tongue, under the sexy arch?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_219" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Silver Straps, Peep Toe"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_220" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="On your knees & worship them!"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_221" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Could anyone take me standing on them?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_222" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Peek a boo!"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_223" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Red Painted Toes"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_224" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Black Sparkles & Suckable Toes"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_225" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Under my feet slave!"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_226" align="alignleft" width="240" caption="Foot Fetish?"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_227" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Deep Throat my high heel"][/caption]

Why aren't they cumming?

OK, so I like to read. I've been looking for good femdom blogs to read & have noticed the trend that now not only are they hawking their pro services, but now everyone's got a clips4sale account to go along with their pay-per-view website, which can't be doing much shitting business right now. Gas is $4 a gallon after-all. Not to mention FREE PORN abounds on the internet. There is so much free femdom porn out there that I might NEVER have to whip out my credit card again to pay for it. But they're all killing themselves making videos, doing shit that clearly does NOT get them off, but is made purely to get you off. That's fucked up.

Are there any honest to God REAL dominant women out there? Women who actually get off on this shit? Or are they all this shiny, black, clad in pvc, whip wielding dominatrix-pretending types? The good ones, well they give you a rather bland recount of their latest best session in their "journal" and the bad blogger femdoms have nothing between their ears, so they post random nothingness. Or Photos.

BUT NOWHERE SO FAR HAVE I READ ABOUT ANY OF THEM GETTING SATISFIED. OR CUMMING.

RULE #4 - I am in this to CUM. As many times as possible. If I'm not cumming, then it means you're not doing your job. If I'm cumming, I'm having fun. I don't think I've *ever* had an orgasm that didn't involve some kind of dominance theme.

Oh but they're getting PAID. And the man certainly gets to wank off to orgasm. If he's very lucky, she'll actually help out. Therein lies the whole struggle that I have. Having once been there, done that, I remember that they're just providing a service. A much needed service apparently. Clearly all of you dimwits push the money exchange to the back of your head. Once money exchanges hands, and you're paying for a service, is she really in control?

I love how it's gotten twisted to sound sexier than it really is. Now it's "humiliating" for the man, because he's paying for her time. Yeah sure. It's then got to be even more humiliating when they then make you buy them tons of shit. Did you cum last time you got a gift? I don't think I've EVER cum from someone buying me something. Not even a house. Sure it's nice to receive gifts, but to demand that, on top of a service fee, and to only play with the richest men who can afford to buy your time, well that's not dirty, that's not dominant, that's fucking old as time, and more power to them for exploiting your hard earned dollars away.... but.... shouldn't they be cumming? Talking about cumming? Dripping wet at least?

SO.. do other dommes blog? Do you read? Send me some more links to peruse through. I wanna find out who else cums.

Could you be a good dominatrix?

Of course, I can't sleep. Although I had a really fun time earlier tonight, I didn't cum. I'm thinking now that I should have left him restrained to the cross, and gotten myself off. By any means necessary.

Which is why I'm now doing stupid tests online like figuring out my personality type (like I don't know), and this one:

Your result for The Could You Be A Good Dominatrix Test...

Goddess

You are, quite simply, mind-blowingly and unbearably hot.

You would not just be a "good" dominatrix. You would be - hell, you *are* - a stunning and breathtaking sexual experience for whatever man is lucky enough to be captured by you.

Whatever you do, don't let your talents go to waste. Use them. Nurture them. Impart them to others.

And, if all else fails, call me ;-)

Thank you for taking my test, Ma'am - I hope we can meet someday.

Take The Could You Be A Good Dominatrix Test at HelloQuizzy

Microscopic, minute pindick..

Wish I'd taken my camera. Jules called me to come meet her tonight because she is dating this guy. They were playing and partying at his pad in Potomac. He had the smallest, miniature cock I've ever seen. He also had the largest house I've ever been in. Funny. He also drives this cute little sports car that probably goes about 200mph.

When I got there, he had cooked dinner, and while we all sat around to eat, he spent the next half hour telling me all about his big boat, his big house, his big beach house.

I had fun, nonetheless. I can be a right cruel bitch when the mood strikes, and I must be about to get my period, because tonight was almost priceless. I giggled, snickered, chuckled and howled when I saw his cock. Seriously I've seen bigger on newborn babies.

I attached about 180 clothespins to various points on his body. That was after I'd strapped him up to his own St.Andrews cross. I then took a riding crop from his arsenal of toys, and one at a time, I slapped them off. Ouch. Little red welts all over his body. I spent the entire time literally in stitches. The whole thing was just so ironic to me.

As if I hadn't shamed him enough I decided before leaving that I really didn't want to hold onto all the Champagne I'd drank with dinner, so I pulled him down from the cross, and we went into the master bathroom. It had one of those big enough for 4 people sunken garden tubs. I climbed in, heels and all, and straddled over him. Hiked up my dress, squatted and pissed all over him. I don't think the tub had ever been used. Unfortunately I got piss on my own shoes, so I allowed him to keep them.

I came home barefoot. Fuck, I actually liked those Carlos Santana fuck me pumps.

Oh and did I mention that while all this was going on, he had to watch Jules fuck this other guys cock? The other guy had her bent over like a pretzel, and I swear his cock was the length of my arm. It was like a fucking snake. No matter what position he contorted her into, his cock never fell out.

I'm totally craving cheesecake. As in from the Cheesecake Factory. I haven't been there in EON's.

And. I've. Been. Thinking. About. It. All. Day.

Booty Calls

If you know me at all, you know I don't sleep. Ever. Unless it's with the help of drugs. Which I try not to do. Very often. Well, or at least not mix or double up on drugs. The butterfly drug - Lunesta - it's my life saver.

Usually, when I'm not playing with strangers, I love to read or write. However, because it's summer and I'm here in the states, I make booty calls. Well not exactly. But kinda.

When I'm done hanging out with my family (who are in town for another 2 weeks), or with my girlfriends and I know I won't sleep anyway, I tend to text, or phone up a sub that I know doesn't have a wife sitting next to him. Usually the 4 guys that I play with expect it, or better yet, have sent me a text telling me that they're available. For whatever. To do with as I please. Yummy. They just hang around, waiting for my call. I love it.

In fact...

RULE # 3 - If you're up for a "booty call" & can receive texts or calls, send me an email & let me know.

MsNichole_2002@yahoo.com

You'll move to the top of the email chain.

SO, this past weekend I asked Mike if he was free. On Friday & again on Saturday. However, when he asked me on Sunday I for once wasn't in the mood. I'd been fucked 3-ways to Sunday the day before, night before, and early morning of, and I'd played hard all week and just didn't have it in me. Besides which, the cute little whorish outfit I'd bought for him, I'd given to Josh instead the night before.

I spent all day Sunday at my girlfriend Rachel's house. She has a toddler with a Columbian guy, and boy do they like to party. I wish I spoke Spanish. With two kids who are Diego & Dora addicts I try to pick up as much of it as I can. I love how it sounds. In fact, it makes me melt. Perhaps if I put my kids into daycare they'd be able to teach it to me. Instead I have very white, UMD college students look after my kids when I don't want to.

SO.. by 8pm last night I was done with the partying thing. Especially with all the fucking kids. Columbian's (and maybe all Spanish speaking countries) have a lot in common with the Irish. I mean when I was not yet 12, my mom bribed me to babysit all my brothers & sisters by giving me Peach Schnapps, and hanging out in pubs is the norm.

In fact growing up, leaving your children outside in their prams, wasn't unheard of. (I'd NEVER do that). Seriously. If I'm at home and in a pub, the kids are with me.

By the time I was 14, it was Vodka, Peach Schnapps, and a bag of scampi fries that I got in lieu of payment, and the promise of a curry when they came home. When I hit 15 I was too into boys and going out to be bribed. Luckily there was another almost 12 year old to take my spot. I'd be in one half of the bar playing darts & getting hit on, and my parents would be in the other half, with all my friends' parents.

The Columbian men also don't mind hitting on each others wives, even when the white girls' husband is there playing soccer with them. Also totally Irish. "Key Parties" were the Irish version of wife swapping, only the women, didn't really have a say in it, because when all the keys were put into a big ass pile, the women had to go with whichever owner the car/house keys belonged to. Again, I must be losing my Irish. I am not "taking one for the team" no matter what.

So anyway, here's Rachel and all her white friends, and her white family. Well.. well yeah, Russian step dad is still White. And then there's the whole Columbian clan. Man do they like to make babies. Totally like the Irish. They breed like fucking rabbits. They like to drink too. Just like being back home here's a whole slew of rugrats, getting hopped up on sugar and running around mad. Again, I must be losing the Irish in me, because I lose my patience with ill-behaved outta control children.

My son was a preemie, and is still very small, and underweight for his age. He's almost in the 3rd percentile. When he turned 2, he just about weighed what a slightly underweight 1 year old might weigh. Because his digestive system was so under-developed, he has these issues - oral motor development & then if that wasn't bad enough, by the time he turned 1, he was seeing therapists 3 times a week for something that's called Sensory Integration Disorder. I had to cut labels out of his clothes, he had to be swaddled tightly in order to sleep at night, he couldn't stand a washcloth on his body, and a million other tiny little, not normal nuances. By the time he was 2, it now involved speech therapists, and he was now coded with ADHD. Then after many visits to Children's Hospital & more tests & therapy, came along the "he's on the Autism Spectrum". SO... I have lost patience because I have the "all the time, easily upset, outta control child". Thankfully his sister is the complete opposite, and very independent like me. You can also now pretty much figure out what I've been doing for the last 3 years.

Shit, writing is hard, there's so much I fight with to not say, and so much I want to re-write, but in the end, sometimes it just needs to flow out.

SO, last night I headed home. With my husband and kids. I gave them a bath, I read them 3 books each, and then I tucked them into their own beds & I curled up on the couch at the opposite end from my husband. Naked. His legs around me, my legs up on his chest, and we looked at each other. It had been an amazingly long, fun day and we were both exhausted. Not enough though.

He took my foot and placed it over his mouth. I arched my back. Pushed my pussy against his balls and his ass. He sucked on each of my toes. One at a time. Fucking exquisite feelings zapped through my body. I pushed my other foot up against his throat. I closed my eyes. I moaned. I slipped my hand between my legs, and with each finger I rubbed my cunt, and on the way out, I scratched his balls with my fingernails. He licked, and he sucked on my feet. I fucked his face with my big toe, forcing it deeper into his mouth. Until I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have his cock up inside me.

He reached down and grabbed my hands. He pulled me up onto him, and then stood up, so I could wrap my legs around him, and sit down on his dick. He pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked it. I bit his ear. I kissed his neck, and I. Held. On. Tight.

I twisted my fingers into his hair, and I pulled. Tightly. I kissed him. Biting down on his bottom lip. It makes him thrust harder into me. I teased him. I licked his chest, and then I nibbled on his neck. Then I slowly took my tongue, and traced my way from his shoulder, up to his ear lobe.

I took his nipple in between my fingernails, and I pinched. He thrusts harder. We're bouncing all over the couch. I can feel my cum, slipping down my thighs, covering his balls, making us slip and come together even more.

I grabbed his hair again, and tugged his head back. I kiss him again. Harder. Deeper. Insistently. Sticking my tongue deep into his mouth and then fucking him with it. He moans. He thrusts harder. He tells me he loves me. I tell him to shut up and fuck me. Harder. He takes my tits in his hands, and buries his face between them. Licking me. Licking the sweat. Licking all the way up my throat and up to my ear. I whispered in his ear. Demanded that he make me cum.

He stands up again, and I slide off. He lays down in front of the fireplace, and I sit on his face. I ride his tongue. Back and forth I ride it. I bend over him, and pull on his balls, tightly squeezing them. Then, I put my mouth around the head of his stunning cock, and I lick and I suck, and I squeeze his balls, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I explode, gushing all over his mouth. I bolted off his face, so I could taste it. I love the taste of pussy. I love tasting myself all over his face.

He pushes me onto my back, climbs on top, and slips inside me. I raise my legs up onto his shoulders, so I can put my feet in his face again. He's fucking me harder, and deeper, and feeling his balls slap against my ass, feels so fucking good. He's holding onto my legs, and licking the soles of my feet. He loves the wrinkles, and traces his tongue along each of them, sending me into contented quivers.

I'm so relaxed. So turned on. So wet. I can't hold it. Any longer. It's hurting in that oh so fucking good way. I explode. Cum mixed with piss, all over his cock and legs. I squirted for what seemed like ages. Stopping. I want his giant cock filled with cum to explode inside of me. Right now. He complies. I squirt again, feeling him dumping a load into my swollen wet pussy. I push him off. I need to get up and go straight to bed, before I lose that sleepy feeling. No sleeping pills required.

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Bruised Rosy Red Arse

Just woke up. I was WAY tired. It's been a very playful week for me, and I don't know if I can muster up enough energy to go back and explain everyone everything that I've done. Thursday was John. Super interesting guy with a thing for pain, shoes, and my thigh high boots. He talked about playing in England at a dungeon there many times, his work, his kids, his wife, his family. It was refreshing.

I wouldn't normally say that I'm a sadist, but after Thursday, I definitely think I could very easily become one. I'd forgotten what that was like. I definitely hadn't beaten anyone since pro-domme days when I was whoring myself out (doing whatever the "client" requested) - pain sluts, bondage enthusiasts, I'd do it, and do it well, but I didn't get off on it.

I had him on his knees, on the floor at my feet with his head down and his ass up in the air. I'd kicked him several times with my thigh highs, and I LOVED it. I'd brought a rubber paddle that I knew would leave his arse a nice rosy red colour for me. Three smacks with it, and he was already flagging. Three smacks into it, I was really wet & juicy between the legs. OMG, who would have known it?

Actually, I know exactly what it was. When I like someone, (find them intelligent, interesting, funny, or sexy), I connect with them, and when I've connected it makes it so much easier for me to have an orgasm 10 orgasms & get into the whole power-exchange game.

By the time I was done, his ass was Purple. Red. Rosy. Bruised. He couldn't sit down. He had to lay on his stomach. He was a total gentleman, and took it like a real man. John... I'll play with you again anytime. Just beg me.

Are you watching?

Ok, so I'm getting dressed, and waiting on Tara, she's at a wedding like I explained earlier. Then I'll be over. Unless of course she's not here in the next 20 minutes, in which case, I'm so fucking horny, I'm coming by myself.

Were these the high heels that you were thinking of?

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Although I'm pretty sure this is a better view:

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And yes I'm wearing the stockings with the little short school girl skirt:

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I can't however decide whether to wear the knickers or not.... Yes? No? I wish my ass wasn't so fucking big. Although you like it the way it is, right?

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No more jerking off either... You must be fucking exhausted if you've been at it all day long.

Tell me what you think. Text Me.

Bi-Sexual Cock Sucking Whores..

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Uggghh, where do I start? This is the problem with playing a few times over the last few days, I never know where to begin. Probably hottest one first..

SO last night Rachel and I went to see Dave play bass in Canton, Baltimore. While getting ready, I decided that I was going to pack my strap on, and a few girly toys so that I could seduce and play with Rachel, after the band thing was done. However, on the way there she explained she couldn't spend the night and boy was I totally bummed out.

So, what's the next best thing? I text Mike, and tell him I want to see him later on that night. I haven't really seen him in about a week, and we'd text back and forth while he was gone & he told me he'd been practicing at home trying to stretch his asshole out a bit more, so that I could actually use my strapon with him. It was kinda hot. I also think he's a really nice, funny guy. And he's single. And I've really enjoyed getting to know him. And he came along, right at the end of the Jack thing.

First text back was something about being at a birthday party, for a friend, who was 21. Yeah that sounds so much fucking better than parading around for me in tight little red satin panties, and acting like a cock sucking whore for the evening. NOT! So, as I was more than a tad pissed about Rachel not being able to stay and play, I told him that basically if he wanted the relationship between us to continue he'd work it out that he was going to be free later after midnight.

Next text was something stupid about being on a party bus, and needing to find himself a cab back to his truck. OK, well whatever. I don't need to know the fucking details, just plan on getting your ass to me after midnight.

A couple of hours passed and we watched the band. I got hit on by some Australian guy from Melbourne who was totally enamoured by the fact that I'm from Ireland, and his American wife that he'd married 3 months previously, was not amused. She looked like she was sucking on lemons all night. The lesbians who came in seemed like a lot of fun, so I asked if we, (Rachel and I) could join them at their table, and they were all for it. Rachel started getting pissed that now not only was I getting hit on by the Australian guy whose wife was sitting across the table from him, but I was also getting seriously hit on by two of the lesbians, who were totally shocked and way into knowing how I manage to be bi-sexual, have a husband and a female lover who sometimes lives off and on with us. I don't see what the big fucking deal is actually. Americans need to have more fucking fun in their lives. Definitely they need more sex.

Anyway during all of this Josh sent me a text asking what I was doing. Oh and so did the black guy Mike from Thursday night (who I don't think I've told you about yet). Choices, choices.. SO, I could A) keep fucking with white 35year old Mike who I actually missed, B) Get with 29 year old Josh and have a ton of fun, and be able to use my strap on, or C) go to 26 year old Black Mike's house, and get fucked by what felt like a huge fucking cock. In fact such a big cock, that I'm not entirely sure I could take it. During all of this, I joined the band for a "meeting" (which is code for "do a hit of pot"), and drank some more tequila. By the time Mike sent a text back saying that he figured he could get away, I told him I think, to go fuck himself. Maybe I was a little more polite, but I'm thinking, yeah probably I wasn't.

He didn't write back. So if I hadn't already been turned off, I now was. Mostly, the men I play with, are the men who have literally persisted with emails or IM's, and who just don't give up easily. I like that in men.

RULE # 2 - BE PERSISTENT! HAVE A BIT OF SPUNK!

I get a shit load of stupid emails, (most of which I can't be bothered to respond to, because they're so lame, i.e 1-2 lines of nothing, or riddled with spelling errors and bad grammar) so therefore, the people who stand out are the people who just connect with me more.


I was driving back to drop Rachel off when the black guy called. He said he wanted to fuck my cunt, hard, and even though I was pretty sure I was done with this whole finding a dominant aggressive man thing, it did sorta get me a wee bit wet. Then I remembered that he wasn't really that aggressive on Thursday night. Then Josh called. Saying that he was sitting outside my house in Silver Spring. His voice, and those puppy dog eyes make me melt. I dropped Rachel off at her place in Silver Spring, and went around the corner to my house. I was definitely still thinking about Mike, and stupidly, did something I don't usually do. Drunk Texting. Just as bad as drunk dialing.

Got out of my car, and Josh was definitely there. My husband was inside, watching football. Waiting on me. Wondering if I was going to come home tonight, because he'd watched me pack my over night bag. So I told Josh to grab my stuff, and come in.

Josh tells me all the time that his lifelong fantasy was to find a dominant, glamazon goddess and be her submissive sissy and sex slave. I don't know if being pimped out, used, abused, humiliated, and degraded was part of his fantasy, but it's definitely part of our relationship. Oh yeah, and did I mention that he doesn't quite know it yet, but he's going to become my sissy cocksucking cumwhore.

I took Josh through the house, and out back to the pool, I figured if I jumped in I'd at least sober up some. I stripped out of my dress and dove in forgetting that I still was wearing panties, stockings, and a bra. Whoops.

When I came out, I searched through my bag for a cock cage, and had Josh strip for me. I locked his beautiful, shaved cock up, and then slipped him into the hot little red satin outfit I'd bought for Mike a few days prior. Josh just melts when I sissy him up, and his whole demeanour changes. It's like flipping a switch. He fell to his knees and started worshiping my feet. Sucking on my toes, and running his tongue up my long legs. God it felt so good. I started to melt. Next think I know, I'm on the hammock, and Josh is between my legs, licking my pussy, and sucking on my clit.

After the waves of the first orgasm pass over me I get up and slip on my strap on. I get Josh laying down on the sun lounger, and I straddle it, sticking my big black cock into his mouth. All the while, I'm telling him that I'm getting really hot about seeing one of my sissies suck off another guy for me while I watch, direct, and masturbate myself. I think it's also fucking hot that my husband is sitting on the couch watching football while I'm doing this in the backyard.

I get my cock nicely lubed up, and I slide myself between Josh's legs. We make out, and I've got my tits shoved in his face so he can suck on my nipples, while I reach down between my legs, and guide my cock up against his asshole. With a bit of pushing, I finally feel it slip inside. I bang away at him, and while I'm doing it, he's literally nursing on my boobs. He has this whole lactation fetish. It feels so friggin good, and I can't keep my hand off my clit. Josh's cock is hurting something terrible, he can't make the erection go down, and while it's raging hard, it's cutting off the circulation and digging the shit out of his cock. I'm just even more turned on by the prospect of him in agony, while I'm cumming.

When I was done, I released his cock, and made him jerk off over my tits. When he came, I made him suck his cum off them. We both jumped back in the pool and fucked around for about another hour until my husband came outside, and asked if I'd please come to bed with him... how could I resist? I was beat, and satisfied, and just wanted to curl up in a ball and drift off.