Keeping up

I have spent the last hour searching blogs of interest to me. Nothing. Zip. Oh well, I will keep my search going and hope to draw some new people around these parts. Or do we just like the small community that we have already?

Well, I have at least one person that has had the nerve to email me and we have hit it off famously I think. I am speaking of noneother than the wonderful MG. Me and her caught up a bit Friday evening and had a great little chat. We of course made our idle small talk and caught up a bit. I made the mistake or fruedian slip about me taking a bath later Friday evening. She took that little idea and ran with it. So for the next hour or so we sprinkled dirty talk in our chat. For example, How great it would be for me to ride her lovers face as she bounced on his cock. She could tug on my hair or wrap her arms around me and tug on my nipples. We talked about how great it would be for him to fuck me and her tease my nipples and rub my thighs and lay her head close to my pussy and watch as he fucked me. Then there was the ass play talk. FYI, I love an open minded man that would let me stick my finger or a set of anal beads up his ass. Not to mention allow me to lick his tight asshole...the favor needs to be returned too guys. Towards the end of the chat I had sent MG a short clip of 2 women and one man. The women were taking taking turns sucking him off and licking/tongue fucking his ass. The last 10 seconds or so of the clip is of a two women and one grabs the other and tells her how to lick the mans ass. MG liked the thought of being the one telling me how to lick ass.

Which brings me to the next thing that is so sexy about MG. Ever since she called me her little whore in "The Wax" story she had written about ME (blushing) I have been kind of warming to the idea of being someones whore. Or at the very least be used. Now if that were to ever happen or just stay in fantasyville I don't know. If it were to happen it would have to be with a woman. Men come up with crazy shit and by the end of the night I am wearing a dog caller and fetching his slippers. I get the feeling with MG that she would be very comfortable in control and would use me properly. Would even offer to share me with her lover who from what I hear is spectacular. But she would be there the whole time holding my hand throughout the whole thing. Seems so sexy to me. Again, it all seems so hot as I am on my bed playing with my pussy. Could I do it in real life? Not sure. Would like to think I would be open to such an experience. I guess only time will tell.

Other than that I had a boring weekend. Was super nice out today so I went for a hike/run and enjoyed myself. I made dinner and plopped down here to write this. Pussy is soaking wet from the thoughts. I am going to quick jump in the shower and watch the Oscars. I have only seen a handful of the good movies as I live in the sticks.

what is wrong

I am super tired this evening. This will be quick. I wasn't able to sleep last night and could only manage to get handful of hours of of sleep. Work as doable...nothing to crazy. I am now going to bed at 830pm. Guessing I will be up at 4am.

One good thing is that it has snowed out a bit this evening. Supposed to get crappy weather on Friday so maybe no work for me. Not that I couldn't get into work as I know how to drive in the snow.

Yawning!

Conspiracy?

First off I am sorry to those that like to come by my blog and read about me getting off with some women online. It's kind of weird because I have been super duper horny for the last week or so. BUT, this post is going to be the same old boring bullshit I have been spewing of late. Sorry pervs and lurkers.

Anyway, there was a bad accident up the road from me.(You should click on the link to know what the hell I am talking about from here on out) It has been all over the news and people have been talking about it at work. Well, this morning I was on my way to work and stuck in traffic because I was running late as usual. I was listening to one of the local talk shows and they were talking about this bad accident. Then they were taking calls and lots of them seemed to be from people in the sub culture of street racing and what not. The most interesting thing to come out of the ghetto fabulous callers was more than one acusation that the local police allowed to let these races happen. I found that to be very interesting. Claims of cops being paid off to let these races happen and looking the other way. I will stay on top off this.

This goes to show you what kind of life I lead. I am getting caught up in some of the backwoods drama of where I live. I know that you don't care but that's what I have decided to post about this evening. Yes, I will be following up on this for you.....ha.

no luck

I searched high and low for some decent blogs. It was hard. I left a comment on a handful of blogs and haven't heard back from anybody yet. My luck I left messages on peoples blogs that don't write but every few months like myself. Oh well, or maybe some of those flys could at least email me. As you can ask any of the members of SIMOTW discretion is assured.

I am kind of surprised that nobody does actually email me. It is up there for all to see. Most of the emails I get are usually to see pics of me naked or tell me that I am a "Sexy Bitch". Not against being told I am a sexy bitch but as always I would enjoy some idle banter before we jump into naughty bits.

There are a few people that I have chatted with for a while that can actually come out and start with a cheesy line such as me being a sexy bitch. LOL! So if any of you wanna email, I promise I answer ALL emails. I am not promising that what I write will be liked....but depending on how you introduce yourself you may get a nice cute email in return. I guess I must be lonely.

HA!! Or we can do a advice type of thing. Maybe some emails or IM's with some questions. Just thinking out loud I guess. I will try to write something better this evening. Hope to hear from some of you soon.

out of date

I was snooping around my blog and noticed that the 'Blogs I check out" are all gone. I haven't been snooping around for good blogs for a while. I guess I will need to do so and update my list. I will also have to put up some links of sites I visit on a regular basis.

Anybody have any suggestions as to a blog I can go check out...not saying that I will visit it everyday but will see what I can do. I don't think I know how to fully utilize Blogger. What's the best way to search for blogs of interest to me? I usually just do the random thing but have to go thru a hundred crummy ones to find one I am kind of interested in.

I think I will spend some of my morning today searching for blogs to respond to and leave a note on. I think I have a decent following here with all the flys on the wall. It just bugs me that I have no idea who they are. Issues of mine I guess. So come back soon and hopefully I will have some new blogs to check out and maybe I can leave some posts on other peoples blogs and in turn they will come here and respond and let you go check them out.
Wish me luck in my hunting.....

Babysitter

Top of the morning to you. I just woke up...around 10am. Well actually I was up at about 7am. I played babysitter last night for a friend. I watched her 8-year old son. It wasn't as bad as I had thought it might be. He was easily entertained and he was the cutest. He was super funny, I think he gets it from his dad. I had come in from the kitchen with some popcorn and he was itching his leg close to his privates. He was a bit embarrassed. He looked at me and said...."Sorry you had t o see that.". I just thought that was the funniest thing. We watched a movie and both fell asleep on the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night and went to bed and tucked him in on the couch. Then I had to awake to get him ready for his parents to pick him up. All in all it was a fun night and hope to do it again.

blah

Well, today is Saturday and I am doing nothing as of right now. I had a miserable Valentines day. Actually I didn't do anything. Sat at home and watched 16 Candles..lol. Was very uneventful...kind of the way I like it. I am not a fan of V-day anyway.

Sure its a day to show love and all that but not a day that makes me feel special and loved. Now say on April 12th someone bought me some flowers and my favorite candy/ice cream I would melt. Why would I wanna "enjoy" a day that millions of others are also sharing in? So on Valentines day I wouild have rather had a man or woman of my choosing to sit and watch 16 candles with.

I just thought of something to do. I am going to Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart! Every time I go in there it is packed with white trash and dirty people. They recently upgraded to a "super" Wal-Mart and seems to be a bit easier to walk around. I am only going to buy some Aleve for my nasty headaches. All just to save a buck. I am so wierd sometimes.

I will write more soon. I have been so friggin horny for the last few days. I think I am going to play....any one out there wanna help me?

Nyquil hangover

Have I ever stated I hate Mondays? Well, for the record I fucking hate them. I had the worst weekend in a long time. I came home on Friday and was zapped of all energy. I wound up dozing off for a little bit and that ruined my sleep for that night. I was up way too late and went to bed finally after 2am. I woke up around 5:30am and tried staying up the whole day but again my energy was gone by about 2pm and I was asleep till about 7:30pm. Yep, you guessed it my sleep pattern was all fucked up. I barely ate or did anything this weekend. I was a zombie. I went out and bought some chinese yesterday and swung by a CVS and bought some generic nyquil. I figured why buy the expensive stuff if I am just going to abuse it anyway. I took a slug off the bottle....to hell with measuring it out with that chincy plastic cup.

I knocked the bottle back around 8pm last night and was knocked out sometime after that. I barely woke up for work today. I felt horrible. I was all doped up and groggy for the first half of my morning. I just hope that I can sleep tonight without the aide of my bootleg nyquil. I still have a half a bucket of chicken fried rice and 2 eggrolls left. So wish me luck as I try to crawl into bed at a reasonable time.

soon

Well, I don't have much as usual. I am home for lunch and eating a turkey wrap. I was kind of surprised nobody really commented on "The Wax" post. Oh well, I have to stop writing for others and do it for myself...I think I do that already.

I haven't been able to stop reading that story though. It makes me tingle every time I read it. Such a hot story. It has more thanb quenched my thirst to take care of myself. I even sta in my bath the other night and masturbated.....I rarely do that. Especially cumming 3 times...teasing myself a little longer each time to reach orgasm. Is so hot. I need someone to share that with.

I am off to work. Hope to hear from some of you soon....my email are ALWAYS answered. Now what and how I respsond are two different things.

Kisses MG!!

The Wax

Well after some trouble with my archives and IM tag with my MG I am able to share the story/fantasy she had written about me on her sex blog. I thought it was an amazing read.

I don't know this woman all that well. We have shared some emails and IM's but there is something about her that drives me crazy. Like when she talks about eating my pussy and calling me a "good little whore". I love it! Something tells me she is a bit dominate and I have never been in something like that. I think it would just be so fun to be used by a woman.
Mmmmmm, she is a great find indeed.

I never knew the thought of getting a bikini wax from another woman would be so erotic to me. Re-reading this has me all squirmy and wet. I hope you enjoy.

Here is the story that she conjured up after our SIMOTW last week. Enjoy!! I did and and will again and again reading this.

the wax
She was pleasantly surprised to learn that I have all my own supplies for bikini waxing and asked shyly if I would mind doing hers. I smiled and asked if she'd had them done before, and how much she liked taken off. "All of it," she replied softly. "Full brazilian." I told her, anytime. She said, "how about now?" So we got off our bar stools, paid the tab, and walked the four blocks back to my house, where I plugged in the wax warmer, set up an area with towels and supplies, and opened another bottle of wine while the wax melted. Even though we'd teased and kissed in play and I knew her sexual preferences were the same as mine, I wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. She said she was ready for the pain and the pleasure, and I saw the message in her eyes that told me exactly what that meant.

After a while, we went back upstairs and I asked her to make herself comfortable on the towels but that I definitely needed her naked from the waist down. She took everything off and I playfully rebuked her, telling her that her gorgeous breasts were going to distract me. She reminded me that I was going to be taking everything off so it wasn't like I could remove the wrong patch of hair now, could I? I spread her legs apart and, with the best professional demeanor I could muster, examined her like an artist looking at her canvas.

We'd had sexy IM chats before but here I was faced with those very parts I'd typed to her about caressing, parts like I am intimately familiar with on myself. To further tease me, I could catch just a whiff of her scent and I caught myself subconsciously licking my lip. She giggled at me and, with a rueful grin, I stirred the wax as a distraction.

I had warned her that I'd never done this before but had had it done to me enough times to get an idea of it, and she agreed to ride my learning curve. I decided to start on her thigh and work my way in, and touched it lightly so as to prepare her mentally for where the wax would go. She sucked in her breath and it was my turn to laugh at her. I applied the wax with the stick, laid down the cloth strip, pressed, then tore it off quickly. She gasped but it came cleanly and took the hair with it, so I gained some confidence and began to prepare the next.

After a few pulls, her thigh was done and I began to move over the crease where her panties would sit and over her mound. I asked if she was handling the pain okay and she said that it wasn't that bad. In fact, she echoed my opinion that the procedure was somewhat arousing. I smiled and told her that I was glad she was enjoying it.

Where the skin became looser, I had to use my fingers to hold it firm before tearing away the strip so as to minimize pain and bruising. When she gasped, I blew on the newly bared spot lightly and, looking up at her face, caught a glimpse of her lips parted in pleasure. I decided to finish her left half before moving back in from the right, and asked her to maneuver a bit so that I could get the skin next to her labia. As she wriggled, I saw the wetness glistening there. "You ARE enjoying this!" I exclaimed and she cast me a devilish look as she replied, "oh yes!"

After her left side was done, I rubbed the wax-off cream into her skin to clean any remnants of stickiness from her and my fingers before moving onto the second half. As I made sure to cover every bit of skin I had waxed, I heard her moan so faintly, and noticed her eyes closed and her hand cupping her bare breast, fingers lightly pinching her nipple. I had been growing aroused myself but wasn't sure I could give the rest of her bikini area the attention it deserved ... at least not immediately.

I put down the lotion but continued to rub her freshly waxed skin very lightly. Then, with the backs of two of my fingers, I brushed her swollen labia ever so slightly. Her moan filled the room and her head dropped back. Encouraged, I rubbed her parted lips with my knuckle in between them and felt her fluids coat my finger immediately. Her clit swelled out proudly from under its hood and I touched it gently with the same circular motion I use on myself and saw her eyes fly open as she groaned, "oh yessssss."

My mouth was watering for her taste, and the coconut scent of the lotion only added to the temptation, but I was determined to explore her further with my fingers first. I loved watching her reactions as I rubbed her little clit and slowly inserted a finger into her. But when she wiggled down onto my hand, I sat up.

"You know, I don't think we're going to get the waxing done at this rate, missy," I said in my sternest voice. "I'd better finish the job you came here for."

"I'd rather you finish the job you were just on," she pouted, but I wanted her to want it a little longer. I wanted the lust in myself to build up too, and I wanted the extra time to think about what I was going to do with her.

The second half of the wax went as easily as the first, and I made sure to blow on her reddened skin after every pull of the cloth. Her hands were kneading her breasts and pulling at her nipples almost the entire time now. At the end, I had her turn over onto her knees so I could do her taint and around her tight little asshole, and I knew from our chats how much that turned us both on. It was done quickly and I hastened to rub the lotion into her skin so that the wax was completely gone. But as she lay on her elbows and knees, her ass wiggled in my face just a little bit, and I pressed my finger so slightly against her asshole. "Fuck yes," she moaned, and pushed back onto me. I was fully hot for her now too and, with my other hand, slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. I could feel the shiver go through her whole body.

"On your back," I whispered, and as she obeyed, I ran to get a butt plug. I knew just what I wanted to do to her. Her legs as wide as they could go, I slid the lubricated plug into her ass, my two fingers back into her pussy, and, spreading open her lips with my other hand, began finally sucking on her sweet clit. She was so into it that I could feel her muscles squeezing my fingers as I fucked her, and the plug sliding out so that I had to push it back in with my pinky finger as part of my rhythm. My tongue and mouth did everything to her clit that I could think of, her moans guiding me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me deeper into her cunt and as I sat on my knees, I rubbed my own clit through my panties with the back of my heel; I knew that they were stuck to me but I was so turned on. All I could think of was the darker, warmer taste I'd get if I could make her cum.

She started to call out dirty words to me, asking me if I loved eating her pretty pink pussy, how it felt to slide my tongue into her gash. I was in agony because I wanted to touch my own clit but my hands were quite full of her. I lifted my face long enough to command her to cum in my mouth like my good little whore and something about that did it; she began screaming and I could feel the spasms in her pussy as she fell over into orgasm. I continued to rub my tongue on her clit - licking it isn't quite the expression - until she boxed my head with her knees and pushed my head off her. Her beautiful face flushed, chest heaving, she looked up at me and started to laugh.

"That was the best bikini wax I've ever had," she gasped.

"I'm glad you liked it," I smiled, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

"Very much," she replied, sitting up. "In fact, for a tip ..." she reached in and kissed me gently but deeply, tasting her own juices on my tongue, and I felt my pussy spasm with hunger again, ".... I'm going to give you one back.

"I'm still not sure which of us was more eager as we switched places. But when I say I LOVE bikini waxes, no one knows exactly what I mean.