My Second Act
Welcome to my blog! Definitely better than my first Act!! You'll find my plot points, some some good lines, and so-so acting in this Second Act! Hopefully it's worth the admission ticket!! Thanks for stopping by!
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HNW on Thursday: The topic is Legs...
Veröffentlicht:15. Juli 2021, 11:07 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. August 2021, 21:27 Uhr
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I know, I know...I am always a day late and a dollar short! Guess it would help if I actually logged in on Wednesdays to see what's up!
Next time...she says every week!

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Fantasy vs. Reality
Veröffentlicht:8. Juli 2021, 11:33 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:9. September 2021, 10:54 Uhr
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He texted me early in the week:

“You have been in my thoughts all morning. Can’t wait to see you again!”

“I have!? That’s so sweet!” I replied. “Wait! What of thoughts??”

He sent me a complete rundown of his thoughts of me that morning which included him daydreaming and fantasizing about the next time we meet.
I then asked him what those daydreams consisted of.

“I cook for you, we eat, then we retire to the bedroom where we get to play time earlier so we can spend more time with naked kisses and cuddling; more foreplay and maybe get to try new positions that we didn’t get to”.

I thought is sounded lovely, and I told him as much. I don’t think he revealed everything his daydream was about, but it was enough to whet my appetite. He then sent me a “formal” invite via text, like a fine southern boy ought to…well as formal as a text invite can be! Lol.

I drove to his house and parked in his circular drive. His house is a reno’ed split level. Just inside the entryway are stairs that go up to the pristine living room and kitchen, and stairs that go down to the play room, with its own kitchen, gym, and another workout room for another of workout.

I had just gone on my first hike of the year that morning, with another dear friend of mine. It was of rocky terrain; I think I was out of shape for walking, and before I knew it, I pulled a groin muscle [of all things!] in that wal I went shopping that afternoon, thank God for shopping carts! They are like medical walkers in camoflage! By the time I got to my car, I could barely push that sucker!! I came home between dates and put some Icy Hot on the area to soothe the ache. It helped a smidge. But his house, with those eight stairs up to the living area was a challenge.

I gripped the stair railing like it was a lifeline on a game show worth a million bucks and moved slowly up one stair at a time behind him. As he easily bounded up the steps, I tried not to look my age as I winced with each upward movement. I was ever so grateful when I finally reached the top.

It was a scene right out of his daydream: a delicious home cooked meal finishing up in the oven, the counter bar set beautifully like a table for two, a lively playlist that I’d never heard of pulsing in the background, and he, relaxed in jeans, t-shirt, and stocking feet, with a Cabernet at room temp in his hand.
He bent down to kiss me and I impetuously reached up to hug his nec I flung my arms around him, accidentally hitting his arm…

The one holding the glass of wine.

The glass went soaring, the wine flew free and landed not only on his off-white chair and ottoman but splatted onto his perfectly matching creamy white and green carpet! I gasped and covered my mouth.

“Oh my God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “I am so sorry!!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay”, he said as he grabbed towels and started scrubbing diligently away. It wasn’t okay, as I watched him carefully dabbing the spill and pulling out cleaners. I joined in with what paper towels he handed me.

“Do you have any OxiClean?” I asked.

He had some in a cleaning product, but not as strong as the real stuff. After we’d scrubbed and used up half the bottle, I said, “Okay, do have any hydrogen peroxide?”
“Yes”, his reply.
“Do you have any regular Dawn dish soap, the blue ?”
“Yes”, again his reply.
“What about baking soda, got any of that?” He checked his cupboard.
“Yes, I do!” he said somewhat triumphantly.
“Okay well, you can just make like a paste of those ingredients and they work just like OxiClean. Try putting them on just the ottoman overnight. Hopefully this stain will come out or I buy you a new chair and ottoman,” I said.

He was so gracious but I know on the inside he was of freaking out as much as I was. With the homemade OxiCean working away on the ottoman and the stain lifted enough out of the carpet that he felt better, we could again focus on the evening and each other.

We moved to the island counter for dinner in the open kitchen. Dinner was perfect and the conversation more so. He has and brilliant and curious mind so for every comment and story he told he had the research to back it up. Though younger than me (okay, much younger than me!!), he’s got enough experience for 2 or 3 lifetimes over me. He loves to tell stories as much as I love to listen to them.

We of talked away most of the night. So much for an early retirement to the bedroom…

We both realilzed there wasn’t much time left for the evening, so we decided to head back to the guest room/playroom. We undressed quickly with us naked and kneeling on his oh so comfy bed started kissing. His bed is like, well, like being on a cloud…veeeerrrryyyy poufy!!

Ever try to make love on a cloud?

Yeah, I know, it sounds sensuous enough, but it’s like trying to do sexy moves on a waterbed! Try as you might you end up grasping the frame just to get your bearings back and not get seasick! I ended up rolling around like a black lab itching his back in the grass; arms and legs flailing in the air as I wiggled and inched my way up to the pillows!

So trying for new positions was out, spending long moments on naked kisses and foreplay was out too, as he has to be at work at oh-dark-thirty. It was a bit of a quickie, but it was enough for us to enjoy one another’s…company! We promised each other that the next time we would just skip dinner altogether.
And have white wine instead!

He sent me a with a pic the next morning.

It was of the ottoman…”good as new!”

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Paranormal Activity: The Truth Is..HERE!
Veröffentlicht:27. Juni 2021, 18:54 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:5. November 2021, 18:59 Uhr
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A recently declassified U.S. government intelligence report says that they can’t explain 3 out of 4 UFO sightings recorded in the last few .

I think the numbers are larger than that. I believe they need broaden their investigation include this site. There are several unexplained paranormal activities on here:

1] In the blog-o-sphere, there is the ongoing mysterious case of words disappearing and reappearing…as yet, there is no adequate explanation for this phenomena. The unusual is becoming commonplace however, as bloggers have discovered some workaround solutions and simply “carry on, citizens”.

Some assume that the human brain is capable of filling in the appropriate words based on the context surrounding it.

Others have found that by copying and pasting their entire post in a comment right below their blog post, those disappearing words stay intact.

Still other bloggers insert punc.tuation int.o a common preposition, or substitute numbers 4 lett.ers as shown.
That seems do the trick of keeping the words anchored in the post, but it does make for awkward reading. Usually not a big problem if the blog contains mostly pictures. However…

2] A recent case again, in the blog-o-sphere was the entire loss of interaction for a few days between bloggers and viewers. It seems very similar those recorded abduction encounters of the third where people have literally lost hours or days. [Not be confused with drug induced time loss! ]

Bloggers could not post pictures on their blogs during this time, and commenters couldn’t post comments.

Curiously, no explanation was given for this strange event, and after a few days, the blogs were functioning as normal and life carried on again as if it never happened.

3] Another paranormal activity observed on this site is one I have experienced firsthand. That is my interaction with interdimensional beings aka “ghosts”.

I never really believed in ghosts until I was on this site.

I now believe in ghosts. I’ve experienced them.

These ghosts seem real enough, they take the shape of human form, anyway, and are adept in the use of computers, tablets, phones, etc. I don’t know; perhaps the pictures they post aren’t really real. I mean, c’mon, some of those anatomy pics are out of this world, don’tcha think? !

Experts have theorized that ghosts are interdimensional entities, traveling through our third dimension, occasionally saying “Hi” on their way to areas unknown:
“For many , I’ve been trying figure out this ghost thing. There’s no doubt it exists, despite what critics say. I don’t understand why ghosts appear or where they come from, but it seems they occupy the same space we do and I think they are in their own time frame, but that’s just my guess.” Taken from Adam Davidson* via

They seem want know us and have a genuine interest in the human species. They probe your mind through conversation and banter. Some have mastered the art of flirtation quite well I have found.

But then…just when you think an encounter is imminent….Poof! Ghosted!

It’s happened a few times.

I communicated with one Entity for an entire year online, and then, Poof! Gone! Ghosted!

Another, I did experience in person. In fact, I documented those encounters with that Entity in my earlier research papers, er, I mean, blog posts.

Then, with very little explanation, Poof! Ghosted.

My latest experience of this ghosting phenomena came from an ongoing FWB. I thought we had very open communication. A great rapport, actually. Always enjoyed our time together. Had begun to plan another rendezvous, when, even mid-sentence, he was gone! Poof! Ghosted. That was nearly a month ago. Maybe he was called back to his own dimension and place in time.

Who knows? I certainly don’t.

So then I got to wondering about all this ghosting activity, as I am new to online interactions and social media, in general. My question: is this ghosting behavior considered ‘normal’ and possibly ‘customary’ in regular online activities or is it endemic to these kinds of sites [i.e. hookup sites] alone? Apparently The Oxford Dictionary sides with the latter as it defines ghosting as:
ghost·ing /ˈɡōstiNG/
1. 1.
the appearance of a ghost or secondary image on a television or other display screen.
"the display is sharper and less prone to ghosting"
2. 2.
the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication.
"I thought ghosting was a horrible dating habit reserved for casual flings"

I think that sample sentence in Oxford’s definition sums it up nicely. “a horrible dating habit reserved for casual flings”. Even if these interactions are considered “casual flings”, don’t they deserve the common decency or etiquette of an explanation? There are many degrees of casual flings; from a first "hello" online to a regular ongoing event. One would think the more time spent together, either online or in person, the more it would merit a decent ending, not the drop off that would leave another wondering not just what went wrong but what happened and is the other person still alive???

With ghosting, one never really knows.

The Truth is Out There...still.
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Summer's Solstice In A Tourmaline Sky
Veröffentlicht:21. Juni 2021, 14:05 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. August 2021, 7:33 Uhr
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Outside, 's almost midnight
Looking up in the night
Stoking Campfire's flame
Watching as stars peep
One by one
In the tourmaline
Shyly shedding their former life
Hiding places revealed
Secret thoughts exposed
Vulnerable, just for the night

I can't help but wonder....
Do you see them too?

Shamelessly I breathe in the smoke tinged air
follows me
Grey mist feathers surround
Like the clouds
swallows me

I'm relishing this meditation
The silent 'Ohm"
Of sense meeting sense touching sense

I write

I can't help but think...
It compels you too?

Traveling a different time
Imagining a different choice
Wondering a different way...

Summer's solstice is near
My favorite time of year
When I enjoy the fruits of time's labor
And linger in the longest sun
Shining on my face
Refreshing , remembering
Summers past and place
When I wasn't this old --

The jumps in the lake
The lily pad fronds...
The beer and beach parties
The wild throngs
The ski boats and skinny dipping
kissing in the night waters
Fluid flesh on flesh --

Reminding me that this time
This present is all we have to be living,
the switch from Summer to November's cold
Is swift and oft times unforgiving.

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Breaking and Entering - A Bit of Erotica: Epilogue
Veröffentlicht:17. Juni 2021, 11:39 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. Juli 2021, 7:17 Uhr
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The Domme broke the silence we shared by saying, “That was so fucking ! I’ve never watched before.” He then pulled out of me and rolled over my side, limp but satisfied.

“So, Will, you got what you wanted? We done here? “she said all businesslike.

He propped himself on his elbow and said, “Yeah honey, this was great! Thanks for doing this for me!”

“Happy Birthday, darling Will!” she said as she helped him sit up and kissed him.

“Birthday? Wha…?!”

"Yeah, it’s Will’s birthday today. I wanted to give him a nice gift, but couldn’t afford a lot with the move and all. He said that was okay, all he wanted was a threesome. His fantasy gift."

“You were his birthday present. The icing on the cake!"

"WHATTT?!” I said emphatically enunciating the “T”.

She went on, getting dressed as she talked. “He said that it would be sweet with you and me, and I knew you wouldn’t agree to it if I asked you outright, so we planned out this scenario to make it happen for him.”

The loving feeling, the afterglow, the flush in my face that I had just experienced cooled quickly.

“Yeah, honey, that Domme thing? That was over the top cool!! You were amazing!” He reached over the bed for another kiss from her.

“And, really, so were you! You made my day!!” he said as he leaned over to kiss me.

I backed away and stared him down. I needed a moment to process this new information.

Honestly, at that point, I didn’t know whether to kiss him or him.

I had admit she was right: I would not have agreed a threesome if she asked me outright.

Question is: would I do again???
Would you?
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Breaking and Entering: A Bit of Erotica: Part V The “Finishing Touch”
Veröffentlicht:13. Juni 2021, 7:28 Uhr
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She motioned for me to come over to her. “Here. Hold this while I suck his balls”, she whispered. With that, she handed him over to me while she lowered herself down to engulf his balls. With her hands on both his thighs, she held him firmly while she licked and tickled him and closed her mouth around him. He arched his back and moaned, “Oh my Gawd! Holy Fuck! “

I watched and stroked him a little, but I admit, I got distracted. I was fascinated by all of this. I was young, young enough to have never played with a dick so much before [most experiences up to that point were of the ‘wham, bam” variety] and certainly never a threesome!

Yet here we were.

She stopped for a moment. “Let’s move this party to the bedroom”. Having the take-charge personality that she does, she became The Dom in the situation. Actually, it was more “teacher/student”; nah, more “master/apprentice”. We stripped our clothes off and got on the bed.

He laid on the bed, his dick ready and glistening. “You want some of this, Lil Grasshopper?” she said holding his member.

‘I have never given someone a blow job before” I said in a quiet voice. “It’s okay, just think of it as a luscious ice cream cone”. With that she straddled his face and braced herself with the headboard.

With him occupied, and the sounds of both their moanings and slurping, I knelt beside him and bent over him. I held his cock and began to lick. “Ice cream cone”, I thought to myself. So I started at the base and licked him like he was a triple scoop of rich soft chocolate. I did this a few times, working my way around his cock. I could taste his precum and began to play with the tip, flicking my tongue on the top of it, and around the head. I was totally enjoying this, as he enjoyed her and her moans and movement indicated that she was enjoying it too. As things intensified, it was then that I took him in my mouth. I held him firmly as I slowly brought him into my mouth, slowly sucking and teasing him. I took my time; I didn’t want to gag first time out. I thought it uncouth to do so. I sucked long and hard ever so slowly at first. He paused what he was doing to let out a full guttural moan.

“Feels. Soooo. Damn. Good.”

She then got off his face. She signaled to me to stop -Damn, just as I was getting a nice rhythm going, too! She then mounted him backwards and rode him while I watched; as one does learn by observation!! She rocked to and fro, with him watching and touching her ass. While she continued to straddle him, I went for his lips. I wanted more of the kiss I had enjoyed earlier. I tasted her on his mouth, but I didn’t care. I was into it now. His kiss was delightful, and I loved to hear him moan with each movement.

Just as things were reaching a fever pitch, she abruptly stopped. “No!” she said loudly as she got off him. “You came here to see her! Right?! Why? Why did you come here?” she demanded. He meekly mumbled an answer, reeling from the quick change of direction. “You want her? You want her more than me?!! FOOL! Then do it! Do her! NOW!!” She got off the bed and strutted around it. She was definitely feeling her Dom oats!!

“I’m serious! This is what you came here for?! This is what you wanted?! Then do it!” she shouted. I figured if she’d had a riding crop she would have used it right then.

At this point, I think he was aching a bit. The waiting; the stopping and starting was beginning to get to him. He looked at me almost apologetically, and mouthed the words, ‘You okay?” I nodded my consent as I laid on the bed.

We picked up where we left off before the knock on the door. This time I was more than ready for him. He was on top of me ready to enter my willing pussy. He watched me as he entered in. I didn’t moan this time, but I looked at him with eyes that said “it’s okay…I want it.”

She pulled up my vanity chair, sat down with legs crossed and watched, saying nothing. He entered me slowly and deeply as if testing the waters to see how I would respond. I closed my eyes and held on to his arms as he thrust inside me. He leaned down to kiss me, my mouth longing to meet his. We soon forgot about her watching. It was an amazing moment in time; our movements were becoming rhythmically synchronous, both of us matching thrust for thrust. He stopped and rolled to the side so I could have my turn on top. At this, my bestie/The Dom leaned in. She whispered something in his ear that I couldn’t quite make out. He nodded to her as I straddled him and gently guided him back in to me. I stayed that way for a moment, not doing anything, just feeling the fullness of him inside me. I then grabbed the headboard like I saw her do earlier. My clit met his pelvis, it was electric. I instinctively wiggled and rocked my hips. My boobs waddled and swayed, my nipples grazing his mouth; he went crazily for them, grabbing and sucking hungrily on them as my hips moved up and down. It was such a full and sensuous feeling for me! I felt so sexy and empowered and, well…beautiful, really. It felt incredible! I wanted more! I wanted the moment to last forever! I looked intensely in his eyes and said, “Fill me, give me all you got!” At that he grabbed my hips and rolled back over. He was thrusting hard and deep, still holding my hips. I gasped and lifted my legs to put them on either side of his neck. He grabbed my legs and growled as he held them. His orgasm came fast, his release filled me as he hugged, kissed and bit my legs. I was arching my back, completely lost in the moment. Feeling his warmth filling me as he convulsed, my eyes looked at him softly as he lay on top of me. Once calmed and sated, he started to pull out of me. I whispered, “No…Stay.” He gently brushed my cheek and kissed me with his perfect kiss.

It was the finishing touch that I needed.

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Breaking and Entering: A Bit of Erotica Part IV
Veröffentlicht:8. Juni 2021, 8:42 Uhr
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My eyes got wide.
He stopped mid-thrust.

“Did you hear that?”

“Shhh!” He said.

We were frozen like two postcoital oppossums, staring and listening.

“Hey! Are you in there? Your car’s here so I know you are.”

It was the bestie.

I had some choices at this point:
I could:

a. Ignore the knocking till she goes away. Tell her later I was sleeping. [would involve lots of yawning]

b. Scream out “help me, help me!” Causing a big scene; with him having a lot of explaining to do; or possibly getting lead out in cuffs, charged with assault. [Not a bad thought, but Nah, I didn’t want that of drama]

c. Hide him, in my bedroom closet and answer the door, act like I just woke up from a nap. Tempting, but how long would she stay there? [She’d eventually hear him thumping around, I’m sure]

d. Get him out by way of the back patio door and answer the front door like nothing happened. [This was my Plan B]

e. Or answer the door with him there, and have him explain why his pants were down around his knees and his flagpole waving. [Think ‘Honesty is always the best policy’, and truly, the truth is so much stranger than fiction]

Hmmm…decisions, decisions.

Knowing that my bestie has an uncanny knack for intuiting the truth of a matter whatever the circumstance, I opted for E.

I opened the door as he was adjusting himself and zipping up in the living room.
“Hey, Hi! Look who’s here!” I said like it was normal that he would be over at my place without her.

“Hey” her tentative reply. I said nothing, but followed her eyes as they looked at me, then him, then trailed down to the still hard bulge in his pants.

She knew what happened, she knew!

“Wow! What have you two been talking about?” she asked as she went over and rubbed her body against his and reached up to steal a “hello” kiss from him. “Must’ve been some of conversation to get this of rise from him!” she said as her hand reached down and grabbed him by the balls. He and I both jumped a bit.

“Told ya he’s a good communicator, didn’t I? You just have to warm up to him. and by the looks of things, you did!”

“I, I, I can explain”, he stammered. “It was her! She started it!” pointing his finger at me. I stood there like a good little opossum with my mouth hanging open.

“Well, maybe I can be the one who finishes it!’ With that, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them down around his knees. I stood there, completely transfixed by the scene.

He stood there, frozen, as she made her way down to his member and began sucking him.

At that point, his legs buckled a bit. He used the fireplace mantle to steady himself. His eyes rolled back in his head, as he began stroking her hair.

I shook myself awake to the fact that I now had live porn in my living room!

Should I go make some popcorn??!!

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Breaking and Entering: A bit of Erotica, Part III
Veröffentlicht:2. Juni 2021, 9:29 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:15. August 2021, 0:23 Uhr
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My body betrayed my words.

As I pulled my panties down, I surprised myself at seeing my own wetness as my panties trailed down my legs.

For a brief moment, he stood there watching me. I laid on the edge of the bed, my eyes daring him.

“C’mon, you’re not going to just lie there, are you?”

“This is what you want, isn’t it? Come and get it.”

“But I want you to enjoy it too” he countered, sauntering in my direction. His hard, fully erect cock getting menacingly close.

At that point I envisioned some scissor kick move I could employ once he came in to mount me. Like Onatop in 007’s Golden Eye, I could squeeze him unconscious with my strong dancer legs!

Instead he lay on top of me, his arms on either side of me supporting his lithe, muscular body; his cock poised on top of my shut-so-tight-together-can’t-pry-them-open-with-a-crowbar legs. Instinctively, and once again, my body had plans that my brain did not…my legs miraculously parted making way for him to enter in. He started by teasing my pussy with his cock as he moved it sensuously around my lips, his hips rotating slowly. He smiled as he felt my wetness and he entered in, playfully, just the tip. A quiet moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes.

I didn’t want to enjoy it; I really didn’t…

But those damn hip movements, and his fuckingly hot cock just got to me. I bent one leg in anticipation of wrapping it around his waist as he eased himself in to me. I couldn’t believe how ready I was for him! He went in to me all the way, and started pumping, our eyes locked on one another.

“Ohhh, this is just how I imagined it to be. You feel glorious”.

I said nothing. I didn’t want him to know that I thought he felt glorious too. I thought about how ridiculous I felt; how this should not be happening; how I really just wanted it over with [did, i?? Really?]; how do I keep this from bestie?

As his movements continued, I heard a knock at the door…

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Breaking and Entering: A bit of Erotica, Part II
Veröffentlicht:28. Mai 2021, 8:40 Uhr
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His work boot stopped my attempt at slamming the door shut. Now with half his body inside the room, he easily shoved the door open and pinned me against the wall with his body. I could really feel his hardness now, I instinctively put my leg up, my thigh in between his legs so that my pussy wouldn’t feel it. His chest with his full weight behind it was holding me still, his eyes burning into mine.

He whispered, “I so want to kiss you now. Can I?”

With that he leaned in to me. I tried to avert his straight on kiss by defiantly turning my head to and fro, so he went for my neck first. I paused from the shock of it, and with that opening he went for my lips. His kiss was surprisingly good; full of passion, his lips soft. I was caught off guard by that. We stayed that way for a moment’s time, as his hands moved towards my sides and met my hands where our fingers interlaced. He released his body slam pin hold on me against the wall but for his hands which were still holding both of mine.

“Are you ready to be a good girl now, and feel my cock?” He said as I tried to wriggle free from his grasp.

“Yeah, no, not gonna happen” I said as he pulled my arms down and sat me on my bed so that his crotch was in my face.

“I want you rub it, to feel how much I want you.”

His crotch filled my purview. I was struggling to break free of his grasp. He was strong; he held my hands fast and firm and brought one arm up to have my hand brush against him. At that I struggled to pull away and broke free from him.

“Why don’t you want me? Why?” he pleaded. “I seriously get this hard on every time I think of you!” he said as I stood up and went to the other side of the bed.

“Then don’t think of me. I really think you need to go now.” I said, pointing at the door.

“I really can’t help it. I need you! I really must have you! C’mon! Please feel me!” with that he unzipped his pants and set his manhood free. Determined, he said, “ I don't want to force you, but I’m not leaving until you have some of this.”

I thought I was in a bad dream.

Well, a of sexy bad dream: a virtual stranger knocks on my door, ends up in my bedroom with his dick hanging out? I’ve had the fantasy of stranger sex, or even of an intruder coming in and overpowering me with his strength, tying me up and having his way with me, but this?! This cannot be happening!

But it was, he was and he wasn’t going go away until he got what he wanted.

I knew . He knew .

“So you want this?! Fine!” With that I stripped off my jeans and panties. I shocked him for a change.

“If this will get you out of here and out of my life…, here I am.” I surrendered the situation. I figured I would be the “dead fish ”, wooden, immovable while he “did his thing”.

That was not the case, however.

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Breaking and Entering: A bit of erotica*
Veröffentlicht:24. Mai 2021, 8:58 Uhr
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*Based on a true story

She manages to find all the “ills” in life. Two Bills, a Will, and two Phils have all been in and out of her life at one time or another, with only one remaining a lifelong friend. [I, on the other hand, preferred to scratch an ‘itch’…I had met a Rich, and a Mitch! ]

She wanted me to meet Will. She had just begun dating him and had talked him up to me. “I think you’ll like him”, she said as we drove in to the apartment complex and parked in her space. It was her first place she moved to when she decided it was time to leave her marriage. I had a place in the complex as well. It was my first place ever. Living alone was a scary prospect at first, but I came to love living by myself. My time was my own; my things were my own. I bought the living room set brand new – a dark blue sectional with glass coffee and end tables with a beautiful celadon green ceramic lamp, and the” trendy flamingo print hanging above brought it all together. Decorating and owning it all myself was so liberating! It was a smallish one bedroom, perfect for just starting out. I loved the living room with the sliding glass door that opened to a cute patio and rolling greenery making it easy to walk to the nearby buildings. I had a friend that lived above me in Building J and my bestie in Building B. so I felt pretty safe and secure.

Will had stopped by her place on the way home from work. He was an electrician working on new homes going up in the area. He didn’t seem her “type”, really, if she had a type. She chattered away, joking with me as Will quietly observed us both. She was far more impressed with him than I was. I had made up my mind that he was a bit “nondescript”. “He’s not much of a talker, is he?” I asked loudly within earshot of him. “Maybe not, but he communicates well enough”, she said suggestively as she winked at me, while he watched us out of the corner of his eye. He barely acknowledged my coming or going, in fact he barely said anything. Granted, sometimes it can be hard to get a word in edgewise with the two of us, but he was…like I said, nondescript.

I excused myself at that point, saying something about needing to get my mail, and walked back to my apartment to leave them some privacy at her place.

A few days later while I was in my bedroom, I heard a strange knock at the door. After the second knock I realized it wasn’t at the front door at all, it was at the sliding glass door. I drew back the curtain enough and jumped when I saw a man there.

It was Will. He was alone.

“What’s up? What are you doing here? Where’s my bestie? Is she okay?” I queried as I opened the door a crack, as only the stick in the slider would allow.
“She’s fine, I think. She’s not home from work yet.”

I removed the stick from the slider tract and opened the door. He came in to the living room as I circled the coffee table and sat down on the sofa. “I thought I’d come visit you. We didn’t get a chance to talk much the other day, and I wanted to get to know you.” He stayed standing, gently running his fingers along the fireplace mantle.

This time I was able to observe him as he talked. He was dressed in work clothes; a worn and faded golden hued t-shirt that clung snugly around his chest and arms and then hung a tad looser around his waist as it met his light colored carpenter’s pants, the with lots of pockets and a loop to hang a hammer on. His sandy hair was tumbled and his pale blue eyes seemed to hint at something.

“Besides I wanted to talk to you about something”.

“What about?”

“I was wondering if you could help me out with something.”

“Okay. What’s up?”

“This.” He pointed to his pelvis now sporting a rock hard penis yearning to be free. “Ever since I met you, I can’t stop thinking about you!”

Nervous, I stood up and started laughing a little bit. “Dude??! C’mon, really?! You’ve got to be kidding me!!”

“I want you. The moment I met you, I wanted you. I have been craving you.”

“OMG! No you don’t! You don’t want me, you want her! You don’t even know me! You barely talked to me when we met!”

“Don’t want her. Want you.” The look in his eyes confirmed his words.
So did the big bulge in his pants.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, I was speechless. I’ve never been like this”, he said with a flourish of his arms that directed my gaze to his pelvis.

I laughed again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I repeated.

I started to move around the coffee table and into the dining room. Not a far walk, but away from him and his bulge. He traced my steps and what followed was a dance around the dining room table; with me backing around it and him moving toward me pleading his case. After a couple laps around the table, I went to the first available door and tried to shut it.

It was the bedroom.

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May 18th – Do you know where you were on this date?
Veröffentlicht:18. Mai 2021, 10:39 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:17. Juli 2021, 9:22 Uhr
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It’s a big day of remembrance in our neck of the woods.

Like remembering Neil Armstrong’s first steps, or the deafening silence in the air on 9/.

May 18, 1980, the day Mt. St. Helens erupted scarring the land some 230 miles or so. We lost 57 lives, notably geologists, photographers, campers and a cantankerous old man willing to fight to let the mountain take him. Beautiful campgrounds and hiking trails, fishing lakes and areas surrounding the mountain were forever changed.

It was like a death of a memory.

I remember my friend who grew up near the area in the larger town of Kelso , which shares a border with the county seat in Longview. She loved growing up in that town and invited me one year to go on “The Loop” with her. The Loop, though it sounds like a bike/hiking trail was actually an annual Labor Day Weekend festivity that the locals did where they bar hopped caravan-style from town to town all night making a loop from Longview to Kelso to Castle Rock to Toutle to Cougar and back to Kelso/Longview area. It was 1978, I had just turned 21. All I remember was old bars with worn wood floors, a nameless faceless manfriend of hers who looked after me as I twirled around the old fashioned cast iron street lamps in one town and tried to do cartwheels with no hands in another. [Not recommended!]

I believe some of those little towns were hit hard by the mud flows that followed the eruption.

I lived in Portland at the time. We didn’t get the ash fallout that cities north and east of that mountain did. That Sunday, my bestie and I were trying to follow the sun and were heading to Central-ish Oregon to Kah-nee-ta Warm Springs resort. [Ha! Another memory gone, I’m told] Actually it’s near another mountain in our area, Mt. Hood. I remember looking to the north and seeing the voluminous ash cloud blanketing that part of the sky. We put toilet paper around the air filter in the car as ash fell like small snowflakes around our house. As we drove, I thought immediately of crusty ol’ Harry Truman, the iconic man on the mountain that the press and forest rangers had strenuously warned to evacuate. My heart ached. The radio played tributes to him. For once, my friend and I drove in silence, letting the radio fill the void of sound.

Do you remember where you were that day?
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HNW - Favorites
Veröffentlicht:12. Mai 2021, 10:13 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:27. August 2021, 7:37 Uhr
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Hmmm, this is my first time posting for HNW. I wanted to do it when the theme was "Bubbles" a couple of weeks ago, but my hot tub date fell through that week. Since the theme is "Favorite that has been used before", I decided to pull from my "Bedroom Pics' album. But, alas, I couldn't decide between a couple of them, so thought I'd post 'em both. What do you think? Which one should be a favorite?

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Episode XII: Another Hot Tub Adventure-Shock the Monkey!
Veröffentlicht:23. April 2021, 19:27 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:8. August 2021, 10:20 Uhr
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Mr. ICU – what an adventurous lover he was!

About a month after our first outing we met again at the tubs. I was more relaxed now, and the session was slated for longer than an hour. He wasted no time however. The minute the door was closed, he was on me, kissing my neck and helping me out of what I was wearing. I did the same for him. I loved undressing him, like my own life-size Ken doll, [only with the dick included] lol.

After he had a warmup snack, he got up and said, “Oh, I have something for you!” I sat up on my elbows and watched as he reached into his bag. “I’ve never tried this before, but see if you like it!”

After covering my breasts with kisses, He then covered one of my nipples with…

an electrode [?!]

“What the hell!?!”, I exclaimed. “What are you doing to me???”
He said, “I’ve been wanting to try this on you. Hold still, while I get the other one.” He attached another electrode to my other breast.

“Okay, now hold on!”
He turned the motor on and my boobs contracted. My nipples perked right up.
“Can you feel it?!”

I moaned and giggled, “Ummm hmmm….”

“I can turn it up, if you’d like.”
“Yes, please”. I squirmed as my nipples grew harder.

The hubs had a tens unit to help heal his foot after surgery. I’ve had that of a unit on my neck before at the chiropractor’s office. The tensing and releasing of the muscles makes the neck easier to adjust. It’s a strange sensation to get used to, but once you do, it is relaxing and it works to make the adjustment easier.

It was working quite well that day too! He left them there while he devoted attention to my pussy. It was glorious! It was like having a threesome with just the two of us! Lol!

He then said, “Wait! I want to try something.” He gingerly removed the electrodes and while he fidgeted with the motor control, I held one in each hand. Curious by nature, I decided to put the two electrodes together.

Bad idea.

Really bad idea!

I shocked myself. Sparks flew and I flew back on the cot/bed/slats. I threw them away from me.

“Holy Shit!” I exclaimed as I recovered. He said, “No, no, no don’t do that! Are you okay?” He took them out of my hands and said, “here, lay down. Spread your legs a bit.”

“oh no, no, no, you’re not doing that!” I said as I sat up again.
“No, really, It’ll be okay, I’ve got the level turned down real low.”

Since I have made the decision to follow this path wherever it leads, I have been feeling a lot like Jim Carrey in the movie, “Yes Man” where I say ‘yes” to pretty much everything lately. I laid back on the bed but kept gripping his one hand as he adjusted the levels with the other and attached them to my lips.

Yep. He did that.

Attached them to my lower lips.

Yep. Those ones.

I couldn’t feel it as much, but I think he could.

As fun as the experiment was, I’m thinking a bonafide couples’ vibrator would serve the purpose better. [To be honest, haven’t used one of those yet! I tend to like the real thing ] But I’d say, bring the electrodes…just in case!

What say you? Have you tried the couples’ vibrator?
What about the remote control ones?
What sex toy do you recommend?
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