The Thrill of the Chaise

I am enjoying one of the final sunny afternoons of the summer outside. It is nearly fall. Nine months of cool temps and rain. And indoor activities...

My patio is not private. At. All. Anytime I am out here, people walk by constantly. Usually I smile and chat with them. This summer I have gotten to know many neighbors while laying out.

Today was different though. I didn't talk. I didn't open my eyes. I lay very, very still. I could hear them walking by. I could hear if they slowed down. I could tell when the same person walked by again. And again. And again. Slower each time. Each key chain makes a unique sound.

It could have merely been a coincidence, that many trips. Or not. Maybe he was looking. Maybe he was imagining perverted things. Totally objectifying me. Or not. He could have been standing there jacking off on me for all I care.

Meanwhile, I lay there, eyes closed. I knew when someone was there. Just a couple feet away. I began to imagine what it would feel like if suddenly there were hands on me. Or if a cock was shoved into my mouth. Or any number of other depraved things.

My cunt started to throb. I could feel myself dripping. My breathing became much heavier. I had to work even harder to remain still, appear to be asleep, or at least unaware. It was reminding me of a certain salon visit. And then he would walk by again...

By the time my alarm went off to turn over on my stomach, I had to run inside for a quick orgasm. I still don't know who it was. It doesn't matter though. I was objectifying him too.

Back outside, tanning my back, writing this, the Marine has been by a few times as well. His key chain sound I already know. I considered asking him to take a photo for this post for me. (It isn't easy by myself.) But I didn't. I definitely don't need to be taking to him right now. I am already soaked, horny as hell, and he is far too charming. And so fucking sexy. And dangerous to me... *waves at neighbor ;)*

God, I'm going to miss summer!

Update (a few minutes after I hit 'publish'):

My neighbor. Reading this post. "Oh, by the way, I did ask for permission..." Now I am not the only one masturbating around here this afternoon. *slutty grin*

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The Bachelor Party

Sometimes I wonder how it is that I've never been to a bridal shower. I have been to hundreds of bachelor parties...

Last weekend Sir had loaned us out for the evening. Pet and I ran into one of these parties in Pioneer Square. It is a pretty popular place in Seattle on a nice Saturday night.

Pet is such a good girl, she immediately showed the bachelor her boobies. I flashed them all my dripping wet, bare cunt.

In this photo, I was flashing my cunt at the photographer. ;)

Well, then we had to sign the bachelor's shirt of course. Pet signed his chest. I hiked up my skirt and squatted down.

For some reason it got really difficult to write. Especially the 'M'.

His buddies decided it was cruel that I wrote on a man's cock, got him hard, and didn't at least kiss it all better...

So I did. I hope the bride wasn't too upset the next day.

Then pet and I turned our attention back to the photographer.

It sure is too bad he was so distracted a few minutes later that he didn't take pictures of me stripping off my outfit, boots, and stockings right there on the street in downtown Seattle. One stranger even went out of his way to thank me for it.

Maybe next time he will... ;)

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Pain and Pleasure (TMI Tuesday)

It all looks the same. From Pain or Pleasure?

1. Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?

I like both. To me they are often one and the same. But that really isn't an answer. 'In bed' I prefer fucking. So I guess pleasure is my answer. Generally a scene about pain is more focused on that than fucking... well, until I beg enough for cock that is...

2. Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?

I am not really ticklish. I enjoy the sensation of fingers and other things on my skin, but even if it is a 'tickly' sensation it just adds to the enjoyment. So I guess yes. And everywhere.

3. Have you ever used feathers during sex?

I have had them used on me. The one time that stands out in my memory was during a pain scene. I was blindfolded and so into the pain that the soft touch of the feathers felt like fire. Gentle fire. Very hot!

4. Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?

I do. But not all of the time. It adds to the helpless feelings I enjoy so much, and it enhances input from my other senses. Other times, though, I want to see exactly what is in store for me... especially if I am reluctant. 

5. Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What provided the cold or heat?

I haven't done much with heat. Sir knows the threat of being burned intentionally is a huge fear thing for me. One that will get me soaked. So far it is still an effective mindfuck. Cold objects are fun. Refrigerated or frozen implements and tools, ice, exposure in cold situations... but I did have to add a hard limit for being beaten outside, naked, in the cold. I can't process pain nearly as well when my body is trying to maintain core temperature.

6. Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?

I have enjoyed both. If I have to choose one, I will choose to be spanked. Fair warning, though... you should lay a towel down over your lap first. My juices will be running down your legs.

7. Do you have a safeword? Have you ever used it?

I use Red, Yellow, and Green. Of course I have used them. I think anyone in kink that hasn't gotten close to a safeword isn't being pushed well enough. And anyone that refuses to safeword 'no matter what' is just an idiot. It is usually just for a minor adjustment, something has fallen asleep, or some emotional things have bubbled to the surface. Whatever it is, I communicate it, it is addressed... or dismissed... at His discretion, and 99 times out of 100, the play continues.

Bonus: Tell us in 3-4 sentences the most painful or pleasurable sexual experience you have had.

I can't choose a 'most pleasurable' but I definitely have a 'most painful'. I went to a truly cruel and experienced sadist, alone. There was no actual sex, but it was very sexual, and it was the most intense pain experience I've ever had. I wrote about it here... well, what my brain would allow me to remember...

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Grass

The story of this week is still being written. It's not even Sunday yet, and I have some serious sinning to do tonight. I hope. I may write about it later. But in the mean time, it is a weekend with a theme.

Grass.

 

 I have walked barefoot in it. Sat in it. Listened to live music in it. Watched, met, and talked with the most fascinating people in it. I have laid in it. I have displayed myself and squirmed in it. I have peed in it.

All while breaking federal law. Legally.





Most of my weekend so far has had to do with grass. I have been outside, with Sir and pet, minimally clothed, and loving every moment of it.

Tonight's theme is grass too. Well, mostly. It's about Twitter too. And Domination. And sex. But that's a different story.

Someone has made a request to Sir. He picked what is under photo number 4...

 

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All You Can Eat Buffet

Sometimes I miss the military. Not all of it, just some of it. Especially the men. My husband referred to the Navy as my all you can eat buffet. If I hadn't been forced to choose between my career and a very ill premature infant, I would still be in.

It makes me sad sometimes. But then I realize it would mean that I couldn't be here now, doing what it is that I do, so freely and openly. The military had the power to prosecute me for my personal life. It isn't like they didn't know what I was up to, they just couldn't prove it. It is a good thing I didn't take so many pictures back then.

This photo was taken on my ship by a professional photographer. I was with him when he did. He was thinking about exposure and shutter speed. I was thinking about cock.

Oh, well. No one can go back in time. I have had to adjust to many things since I left the military. But as the click-thru shows, I refuse to give up my all you can eat buffet. In fact, I spiced it up quite a bit.

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Playing With Fire

I was originally going to write about last night, being 'sold' to pay a debt. I considered using this photo.

But I can't really write about last night. Not because of his privacy issues, which is a concern... but because I want to talk about something else. And most of you couldn't handle the details anyway. Some kinks are still taboo... even among you perverts.

So what do I want to talk about?

Pain.

I talk about pain a lot. I love pain. Usually. And I love to find new ways to be hurt. I even blogged about one the other day.

Most pain can leave me blissfully happy, floating along in my happy place, dancing under the implements, moaning for more. Eventually. After I fight it for a while...

Some pain I do not like though. Last night's was that type. The night wasn't about pain at all, but he does know exactly how to hurt me in ways I can't enjoy. Repeatedly. Pinning me down. Laughing. Because he can. Because he knows it won't actually harm me. Because he knows I'm too stubborn to safeword on it. When he tired of that, he moved on to far more evil things.

In either case, my brain reacts the same. It adjusts to the pain. The effects last quite a while for me. Days sometimes. I wrote a post about the dangers of this when I barely felt a broken ankle. And today I was reminded of it again.

When I got home this morning, I went in the kitchen and was reaching for something when I heard a sound. I recognized it... after a second or two. It sounded like throwing a steak on a grill. It was my hand. Someone had left a burner on. I moved it quickly then, but I had already burned three fingers.

I felt the burner. I could feel my fingers. But the burns didn't hurt. They still don't, even though I know they should. There's no blistering. Just white, cooked, flesh.

If the skin turns white immediately after the burn occurs and you feel no pain at the site, this may be a third-degree burn. And a bad burn without blistering also points towards 3rd degree; if enough layers are destroyed blisters will not form. 

If my body hadn't already been shutting out pain, I believe I would've felt the burn immediately. I would've automatically flinched away. But I didn't. I gave myself third degree burns.

I need to remember this (again) and be even more careful when I can't feel pain.

You need to know this if you're going to play with pain, whether giving or receiving.

Protect the body when you play with the mind. I can not stress this enough.

A reminder that should've been painful. (And my original pic *may* still be lurking here...)

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