Antici.....pation

Soooo.....my last blog post ended quite abruptly.  Which was a pleasure.  However, it was also meant to be quickly followed up by a relatively more standard, "oh baby, you would not believe how wet my pussy gets" post.  (Seriously though, it's like if a water slide and a casino hot streak combined forces.  Jackpot!)  Anyhoo, as it often does, life threw me a wild pitch.  And so I sat there.  Gun in my most vulerable of places.  Digitally doomed, yet delighted by the hardware shoved in and out of my willing twat.

Regardless, I will be researching to see if there is a better place to keep my new lil blog baby.  Any suggestions for sites that won't load my computer with a nasty viral infections, and that will allow me to post naughty pictures, please do share.  Any guidance is greatly appriciated!

In the meantime, please enjoy this tease from a recent boudoir shoot I finally did (some girls want to be the first female president, I want to pout my lips and work my t & a).  It appeared 1st on my frousins' website, happyhornyoldmarriedcouple, on Tumblr, The Wife was great enough to be there and heat things up with her keen eye and excellent suggestions.  (Frousin:  that's a combo of friend and cousin, you know, for those of don't invite your cousin to your sexy photo-shoots.  Freaks).

Until next time,

Stay warm.  By whatever means necessary.  Fight, fuck, and drink.  Gotta love February in a small, Northern town.

Well Hello There

I like sex.  A lot.  Enough to mindlessly defend the value of a 1 night stand to my poor devout Catholic mother.  "No mom, simply having a one night stand doe not automatically mean you have no self esteem."   She has been very fair in that she has always tried to maintain plausible deniability about her poor little black sheet. But at this moment in life, for reasons irrelevant to this blog entry, my already very thin filter was lost in action. I explained to her if I take meaningless sex, an inimitable source of stress-relief, and he goes after leaving no contact info, without me offering mine or asking for his, how does that somehow signify low self-esteem? "Sometime you just need some cock," I explained.  Her face went white.  I really should not toy with her.  New Year's resolution set.

It's not that I'm just shocking her for sport.  It really makes me feel so bad for people who repress that part of theselves because of whatever narrative of shame they've bought into.  I do not have that problem.  And, I am currently in a relationship where I am having the best sex of my life.  For the first time ever I get to play with the beautiful darkness that lies within me.  It occurred to me as I trolled sex blogs (coincidentally just after "love our lurkers" month), that I wanted to join the conversation.  So here I am, hoping to meet new like-minded people, learn a thing or two that even my imagination hasn't conjured, fulfill the exibitioninism that earned me the nickname "nip," and explore the possibility of joining the sex industry (they say do what you love, and you'll never work a day in your life!).  Say hi before you go :-).  I have to wrap up.  Forgive my sudden exit, but my partner promised to fuck me with his handgun (not loaded, take it easy) tonight, and I intend to hold him to his word.  I hope your night is as good as mine is going to be.

Salud