My First Date

So, I went out on a date on Friday night with this guy I met on the internet. I know I know… it’s not a safe thing to do, but I had a good feeling about this guy.

He showed up to my house with 18 beautiful pink roses and a soft, gentle kiss. Mmmm, I was liking this guy already! We had dinner and soon, we were in the car driving to our date location.

One of the best things about living here is that the area offers so many possibilities to do things in such a breathtaking location. My date took me to watch the sun set. A very sweet, humble beginning to what I hope will be a long, wonderful affair.

We arrived at the perfect time, and paused on the bridge just to take in the panoramic view. We then followed the path further and found a lovely little spot perfect for watching the sun go to sleep. It was beautiful. After it set, we gathered up our blanket, (and our children) and returned home. It was a perfect evening. After the children went to bed, I was again pampered with a bubble bath and a wonderful evening making love.

I could definitely get used to this!

On Saturday, we spent the day a few towns over, having pictures done, shopping and stopping in at the location where our group holds one of it’s munches. A friend of ours sat with the kids while I introduced him around and finally got to show him off And we got to watch another sunset on the way home.

Sunday was spent doing the household stuff like grocery shopping and interspersing the mundane with quickies throughout the day. I am loving this lol

Oh, and he’s asked me out for next weekend too! I told him I’ll check my schedule

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As a side note for those who haven’t been following this, my “date” was my honey of 10 years Yes, we did meet on the internet… but it was 10 years ago *EG*

mornings

Just a moan…

That’s all it took for him to bend me over the kitchen table and slip into me. So simple as a sound escaping from my lips as he slid his fingers over my skin…

was enough to make him 10 minutes late for work.

have I mentioned…

I’m up to 36 lbs and 30 inches 37 pounds and nearly 33 inches lost!

heaven

Main Entry: heav·en
Pronunciation: 'he-v&n
Function: noun

1 : the expanse of space that seems to be over the earth like a dome : FIRMAMENT — usually used in plural
2 a often capitalized : the dwelling place of the Deity and the joyful abode of the blessed dead b : a spiritual state of everlasting communion with God
3 capitalized : GOD 1
4 : a place or condition of utmost happiness
5 Christian Science : a state of thought in which sin is absent and the harmony of divine Mind is manifest

I came home from a play party I’d attended yesterday and wasn’t feeling very well. The thing about being on a low-carb diet is that you can’t go doing STUPID things like eating a freakin chocolate decadence brownie and following it up with a (diet) soda. The combination just doesn’t work and soon, I was very uncomfortable. I was missing my man and wanting to be home with him. So I left.

I was greeted by a big hug and sensual kiss and I quickly made something decent to eat. My back and sides and stomach were sore from… other activities the night before, so I was just a sight. He asked “would you like me to draw you a bath?”. I smiled and said yes, and went on attending to my cranky, desperately in need of sleep daughter. While he drew the bath, I told him that since he’d liked the sweater I worn so much, I’d let him take it off. He whispered, “it’s not the sweater, it’s whose in the sweater that I like so much”. When it was ready, he snuck into the bedroom with me and proceeded to draw it off me, covering me with gentle kisses as he went.

As most parents know, the best laid plans often go awry, and as luck would have it, ours did too, but not for long.

He got my son distracted once again with something and appeared in the bathroom where I’d just brought a candle. He slipped to his knees and drew down my pants, took my hand and helped me settle into the hot, sudsy tub.

As I slowly adjusted to the heat, submerging into the water and hoping that it would help my poor, twisted back, he once again went to his knees and started pushing the bubbles around, onto me, washing me slowly, gently. After a while, he asked if he could wash me and I just smiled and nodded. This has always been a big fantasy of mine, and he had no idea.

He began at my right foot, gently lathering and caressing. I’ve never been one for anyone touching my feet, but this was heavenly. He was slow and deliberate, his brow creased in obvious concentration, wanting to do it right. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I’d tried. He slowly moved up one leg, rinsing it with his hands, and moving to the other foot. Slowly, gently, lovingly taking care of me. Then, he picked up my hand and began the journey again, up my arm, rinsing the soap with the hot water. Taking the other hand, doing it again.

He then washed my belly, and even thought to lift each breast, then moved down, slipping his fingers between my legs, not in a sexual manner, but as an incredibly aware, conscientious lover, taking care of his lover. It was amazing.

After the bath was over, he helped me out of the tub, wrapping me up in a big towel. He dried my body as well, taking gentle steps to keep me warm. Bringing me into the bedroom, he lay me on the bed, and went to take care of an obligation to our son (damn you, yu-gi-oh!) and I slipped off to sleep.

But not for long

It really IS true.

It’s really true. Aliens HAVE landed and have decided to take over not just my honey’s brain and body, but OTHERS AS WELL (said with Patrick Starfish’s voice).

My neighbors… you remember them? The petition-circulating, police-calling, dont-take-my-picture, car-pissing, all-night-drinking, troll-stealing neighbors?

THE INVITED US TO A BLOCK PARTY. I nearly fell dead faint in my tracks.

And even MORE surprising than this? I was nice, thanked them for including us and asked what I could bring.

ET – PHONE HOME!!!

Where have I been?

Well, I’ve been seeing someone new. He’s handsome, smart, incredibly talented and imaginative. He’s got a goofy sense of humor, a strong sense of family and loyalty and oh, did I mention, he’s AWESOME in bed? He says he’s in love with me, loves my kids and wants to do everything he can to make me happy.

Yes folks, aliens have landed in New Hampshire.

After something that could have been disasterous for us last week, the man formally known as Flippy the Wonder Dolphin woke up. He decided he didn’t like the person he’d become. The man that time, bad circumstances and just lousy luck had made him into. The man who didn’t see what was in front of him, but was always looking back. The man that didn’t value what was in front of him. Flippy is dead.

So, the thing about being with someone in a 10 year relationship is you think that you know everything about them. You also figure that, since you must know everything about them, there’s really not going to be many more surprises.

BOY, WAS I WRONG!

It would seem that there’s this whole other guy living inside my guy. After all these years of being so generally unhappy, I’d come to be convinced that that guy I’d referenced in the story below was a figment of my needs and wants. I’d made him into what I wanted, but it wasn’t who he really was. He was really this unhappy guy, just trying to survive the life he’d fallen into. Don’t get me wrong – he LOVES his kids. He loved me in his own way, but wasn’t IN love with me, something he told me 10 years ago. That has sat on my heart for 10 years.

So now I have a new man. He’s decided to dedicate himself to me and our children. He’s decided hes’ tired of being that cranky, grumpy man and wants to be himself again. He assures me that the guy I met really was the REAL him. He’s let things get in the way of that, and now he wants ME, Me, ME.

There’s no way I can put into words how happy I’ve been for the last 5 days. We’re like teenagers, always touching, kissing, making LOVE, not just having sex. He wants to spend time with me and the kids, but with me alone too. Not just for sex! We’re barely on our computers. We’re constantly in bed LOL He holds my hand, he hugs and kisses me every chance he gets.

It truly is like he’s a new man. and I LOVE IT! and him

I’ve asked him… where have you been? Are you back to stay? I told him yesterday that if he disappeared again, I’d have to cut his balls off. I couldn’t stand to lose him twice.

We’ve shared a thousand kisses. We’ve told each other how much we love each other a thousand times. I’ve NEVER felt like this before – I’ve never been treated like this before.

He’s back to sleeping in OUR room, too

SO, if I don’t update every day like I used to, it’s because I’m too busy on cloud 9

I promise, you’ll still get the kinky details. Just maybe not so often

.: getting what you wish for :.

So there I was… on the cusp of what would turn out to be a life-changing event. I had privately made all sorts of plans and had all sorts of fantasies about what my trip would be like. I’d lost 100 lbs and was ready to celebrate. One of the few times in my life, my reality bested my fantasies.

He was not the first person I’d chatted with online nor grown attracted to. I’d been hurt a few times, by men who chose vanity over matters of the heart. Looking back, I can only thank them because it kept me hopeful.

As I might have mentioned before, I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for FUN. Sexy, unabashedly sexy FUN. I found more in him, but even then, I didn’t plan on love. At least not then. Hell, I had been in this (now turned bad) relationship for 1/2 of my life. Why would I want to enter into another one so quickly!?

Well, I nervously boarded that airplane, waving ta-ta to my ENTIRE FAMILY who had come to see me off. I’d had my hair french-braided the night before. I wore a dress, nylons, heels and this really cute hat I’d found. I looked nice. I’d planned on a 4 hour plane ride.

ha!

It wound up being a lot longer and by the time I arrived, I was disheveled and HOT. It was damned HOT in Tennessee in July, I’ll tell ya.

I’d arranged for another friend to pick me up from the airport. He was a dear, dear friend and I was thrilled to finally meet him. He’d considered me his net.mom for quite a while, and was just as adorable as he could be. AND he brought me a rose! I made a quick call to let Flippy know that I was in town and we headed off to the car rental place. I’d rented a 1995 Mustang convertible for my week’s stay. OH MY GOD, what a car. I LOVED this thing, and practically cried when I had to give it up. We quickly loaded up my two tons of luggage and headed to the motel.

The motel was nothing special, but it served its purpose in that it had a kitchenette, so I didn’t have to eat out all the time, and it had a pool, which I was in every chance I got.

After I got unpacked and we got acquainted, Flippy showed up, also bearing a rose. Southern gentlemen, mMmMmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Flippy floored me because he truly looked just like his picture, only better LOL I could not believe a guy this *CUTE* could possibly be attracted to me, but hey, there he was. (In our numerous online chats, we’d agreed, we might fool around, but no strings, etc.)

We spent the next 3 hours driving around some of the most beautiful areas of East Tennessee. We went to the Smokey’s and to this beautiful area called Cade’s Cove, where we took turns videotaping. Yes, I have videotape of this poor deer, who was doing nothing more than trying to PEE. MEN!

The entire time we were driving, my stomach was in knots. There was just no way he was really gonna be interested in me that way, I thought. Damned if I hadn’t talked myself right out of it. I was totally hot for him, though LOL

After I showered, I slipped into a slinky lil thing and waited. and waited. and waited some more. Finally, I heard the car and I went to the door to let him in. I kinda hid behind the door and as he stepped in, I shut it behind him. He immediately enveloped me into his arms and began the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. This night turned out to be the hottest time I’d had in my 28 years. He made me feel beautiful, sexy and special. We made love with the lights on, with abandon.

The rest of that week turned into a blur. During the days while he worked, I explored the city, hitting the gardens, the zoo, some other “famous” sites. I swam and watched tv and did nothing for anyone but ME. It was such a freeing time. I’d always been someone’s kid or wife. But not this week. I was ME. For the first time. It was spectacular.

During the afternoons and evenings, he’d get out of work and drive the 45 minutes to my hotel. We’d make love, go driving, go parking, acting like teenagers. Feeling like teenagers. We parked above the city and watched the lights twinkle. We went wading in a riving and wound up just standing there, making out, in the middle of the river. We went to the caves, we went camping and shared our site with a skunk. We went for incredible dinners, making life-lasting memories. We made love. Emotional and physical. It was incredible, and it broke my heart to leave. I flew home and was broken. I hated my life at “home” and couldn’t wait to see *him* again.

The next month was spent with late night phone calls, and heavy hearts. We logged on to “see” each other, long before web cams and internet telephone was available. We drove ourselves into debt lol

The opportunity to see him came a month later. I flew out again, this time with divorce papers in my hand. I filled them out on the plane. We spent another week together, this one just as sexy and exciting, and I made up my mind. When I flew home, I presented my husband with the papers and let him know I was done being his target, his furniture and I now knew I deserved more.

I moved to Tennessee 4 months later. In that time, we got to see each other one other time. The time was endless but it finally arrived. I packed up my things, said goodbye to an entire life and hit the road.

“step into my den, she said with just the slightest hint of evil…”

So, a while ago, I got tagged to name my 5 favorite toys. I decided it was time to show you what’s in my toy bag.

My long hitty things )
Spreader bar, riding whip, cane bunch, mini flogger, but I use the other side, that next black & pink thing is a cane also, but not sure of the material – very whippy, though. Then of course, mini blind rode, crop & my purple acryllic? cane. I LOVE that

a better pic. There’s an oak oar (decorative kind of thing), a hairbrush, bath scrubby thing, evil stick, spatula, a toy I call the punisher (the white braided thing – I made that myself), there’s 2 paintsticks taped together, another paddle, the handle to my bullwhip, then the white long thing is another weird thing I came up with (stingy), a heavy pingpong paddle, but padded with fur, a paddle that the other side has rabbit fur, my cat scratch post, my pin wheel, my strapon harness and my metal comb that’s usually used for pet fur

I’m disappointed in this picture, but if you can count the blobs, you’ll see 9 floggers lol
4 suede, 2 rope, 3 rubber

What do you think?

I’d like to know what people think of the new template I’ve done some tweaking! Aren’t you all impressed? LOL

Solitude

Stepping through the tall pines, my mind is as scattered as the needles underfoot. So many thoughts, most making no sense at all. My footsteps are muted throughout the walk, as so many years of needles accumulate to keep those who enter in it’s quiet embrace.

An egret, paused for dinner, taking offense at my intrusion, alights to the other side of the pond. There, nestled beneath the overhang of the bank, it can resume it’s deliberations without my nosy interference.

Ducks, arest on a fallen giant, ruffle at the sight and sound of me. I gently soothe them, explaining I’m not there to hurt them, and continue on my way. They settle back, apparently content with my assurances.

The birds of the forest take no heed to my intrepid expedition beneath them. They continue their supper song, perhaps calling everyone to their table atop the branches. Their caw, caw, caw, caw and the resulting caw, caw remind me of my own supper time calls a lifetime ago. Each child’s name being called, only the oldest ones answering.

As I continue, pushing my body to go farther than before, to work harder than before, the evening sounds embrace me, encouraging me to better myself. Fatigue doesn’t usually set in until I allow it.

I love to take my evening walk here, imagination running wild. Both pure and kinky thoughts play across my mind, attempting to interrupt the torrent of thoughts coursing through the synapses. I long for the quiet, though it doesn’t quiet my head. It feels as though I’ve entered another world as I wander, easily imagining that I am the first to pass through *this* way, and certainly no one with the thoughts in my heads. In the distance, the sounds of everyday life sometimes invade the pines, but mostly, it’s the sound of my breathing, the muted sound of my footsteps that accompany me on this sojourn.

My Solitude.