Yes, that is Simons perfect ass…I’m so jealous

I was trying to write a post tonight about spanking; Ava and I have been in negotiations this evening over who should be spanking whom (we’re drawing cave-art-as-hints on our bathroom mirror).  The trouble is that the post just isn’t there.

I reach for it, I see it in my head, but… nothing.

Maybe I need a good spanking to clear my head or maybe I need to reestablish a firm hand and get my blood flowing.  Who knows.

Consider this a start at clearing my head.

The movie played and I sipped my whiskey, stretching out between the two of them, unintentionally arousing both.  Head on one lap, feet on the other, I didn’t mention the hardness I felt under my arm, or object to the gentle rubbing of my ass.  Hands wandered as I absorbed it all and I felt the waist band of my pants sliding down.  I turned to help them slide off without effort and the buttons of my shirt began to be unbuttoned.

Across the laps of two men, wearing only bra and panties, I took the subtle touches, the gentle kisses, not reciprocating as much as absorbing.  I see the movie flash as I feel their warm hands, and my bra seems to disappear.  Kisses on my neck and breasts, caresses though my panties, over my thighs.  I let the mood wash over me and try to put any worry, any nerves out of my mind.

Gently, I’m pulled to me feet and led to the bedroom, where clothes disappear and mouths find each other.  Hands roam in the dark, moans combine, warm bodies connect.

In the morning I feel a chill on my arms but a warm man on each side of me, growing hard again against my soft skin, I snuggle closer to both and drift back to sleep…

And it was supposed to be a P.G. evening…

A quickie this morning, similar to the “pick me ups” I send Simon on occasion. Happy HNT everyone!

(posting this by phone so if it turns out odd sorry )

While I was embarrassing myself in front of family last night (follow us on Twitter to understand that) Simon was thinking about other things in the other room.

I guess it isn’t technically an Indian Summer, but in late September I’m ready for chilly mornings, sweatshirt days and warm blanket nights.  Instead I find myself in summer garb.  A T-shirt and panties whenever I can manage it.

It seems so contrary right now; in I’m my collar and leash and you just used my mouth to get off. But I can imagine a night with you blindfolded from six pm until you wake the next day.

No sight.

He is over and we are having an evening. You are the prop; the toy

And you can never be sure who is what.

We would tease you all evening. Make you provide services. You’d know who was who sonetimes. Other times though … Ultimately you’d do what you are told. And you’d like it.

When it was time to sleep you’d be surrounded by two men, two sets of arms, and totally comfortable with two cocks.

For anyone wondering what was decided upon, the evening in which I wanted to play but we needed to work…

Surprisingly enough…a lot got done it was just WAY more fun than usual.

Simon works best in the buff.  This is not an uncommon way to see him past 6pm every night.  Its a good thing.

I read a blog the other day about faults.  So many women unhappy with so many aspects of their bodies.  The majority of these I didn’t understand.  My response was the same as many others would be. “You don’t like what? Wow I’d love to look like that. You must be crazy”

I understand that kind of crazy and I am so impressed with how bold the women that put up and pointed out their faults were.

The other day Simon took a photo of me.  It was beautiful in a lot of ways, but a lot of what I saw were faults.  So consider this my fault post.

Main ones here, breasts that sag a little too much, and belly that seen gain and loss and gain and baby.

But the light and the color is beautiful.