The Not So Secret Life of a Yummy Mummy

Finding what your looking for (when your not even looking)

2011-08-25T17:09:00.001+12:00

There is a saying that goes something along the lines of "if you stop looking you will find it" I think that pretty much applies to whatever it is that your looking for, be it the flotsam of life including your car keys, right up to the big stuff that matters much.

I suspect that it has much to do with knowing what it is you want but not focusing on it. The mental image of whatever you desire is lurking constantly in the back of your mind, so when the opportunity presents itself your switched on enough to recognise it could lead to where you want to go, perhaps.

So I hear you ask, what is it I was looking for and how did I find it? After life went decidedly pear shaped a year or so ago, I formed the idea over a couple of month period, that should I ever involve myself with a man that I wasn't married to, then there was a certain type of man and certain type of relationship I wanted. Compromise was not going to enter into it.

I made this sweeping rationalisation and decision, never once thinking that the ideal scenario was even possible, let alone thinking that I would ever find it. But I did. I found a man (or rather he found me) who is in an open marriage, who fits all those little 'must haves' I have on my list. And the 'must haves' are not numerous and unreasonable, but past experience had made me think that finding someone who thought the same way as I do about open relationships and everything they encompass, was just never going to happen. But it did...

Oh and a big 'Thank you very much!' to everyone to who stopped by to say welcome back :)

Hello? Anybody out there...

2011-07-26T19:01:00.000+12:00

Yes, I know. Its been over a year since I last posted on here and I wouldn't at all be surprise if no one reads my ramblings anymore. Mind you, the pictures are still pretty good, even if I do say so myself!

'So', I hear the lone voice down the back ask, 'What have you been doing all this time??' Well sadly, I am rather low on dirty stories. Yes I know, if I am going to be on a break for this long I should at least be bring back some sexy stories...sadly no! (Well I do have a couple up my sleeve)

Life is a funny thing, isn't it? The more things change, often times the more they stay the same. There have been a few changes in the last twelve months and no doubt I will fill you all in on those soon enough, and yes that does include a new 'bit on the side'.

A rather large change has been on the work front, and that is something that is keeping me busy enough that my posting is probably not going to be too regular (must borrow myself some of those monkeys off Riff, they work for him!)

Anyway that is enough for a 'first post back'....see you all again soon!

HNT: Reflections...

2010-07-08T14:12:00.000+12:00

Mirror, mirror on the wall....who in the land is fairest of them all...

What is the first thing women do when they try on some new clothes or lingerie? Look in the mirror to see how it makes their ass look....and I got busted doing it! Happy HNT all!

Don't forget to swing by O's to see who else is playing along this week!

HNT: Copy cat....

2010-07-01T13:13:00.001+12:00

I saw a picture somewhere recently, and stuffed if I can remember where, that looked a lot like this shot. It intrigued me and inspired me to try and replicate it 'cause I thought it looked so damn cute and sexy.

And for the record...I hate g-strings!

Make sure you check out O's to see who else is playing along this week...HHNT!

In his words...

2010-06-29T19:05:00.000+12:00

For this next post I had a completely different man lined up entirely. Generally, as a rule I blog in order of fun had and men fucked. But the post about the next one in the line-up is still languishing in my drafts folder and rather neatly the man that follows him has done the unbelievable and actually written the post about how we met and the fuck that followed, how freaking cool is that?

No, he doesn't know about my blog. So how can he write the post you ask? Well he rather sweetly wrote his account of how we met and what followed. He was going to surprise me with the link to the story when it was published online. Seriously cute eh? So being the lazy tart that I am, you all get to read it too by the magic of copy and paste :)

So without further ado, let me introduce you to The Traveller....

Recently I met a thoroughly intoxicating woman on an online dating site, and had shared some wonderfully erotic emails with her. The subject matter of these being tentative at first, but rapidly transforming into hot and steamy descriptions of what we were going to do to each other should we meet, with me trying with every ounce of some long forgotten skills to draw her deeper and deeper into a shared fantasy.

After about a week the online heat had become so intense that we arranged a day to meet. Once this date was set, I was forced to pass five agonising nights waiting for the day to come. Each night, the fantasies of what was about to occur becoming more and more vivid, making the concept of sleep harder and harder to grasp.

Wednesday, the appointed day drew bright and clear and I fairly leaped into my car for a three hour journey to have dinner, and possibly more with this mystery woman I felt I already intimately knew.

Arriving at the restaurant early, I mentally prepared myself for both the best and worst scenarios. Then, at exactly the appointed time, I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye reaching the door and she entered, making straight for where I was standing.

My brain hastily took in every curve of her petite body, man what a body, and searched for any indication on her face that she didn’t like what she saw, and was about to make a hasty retreat. All the while my heartbeat kicked into overdrive as the lust of the previous two weeks came back in a rush. She smiled and kissed me.

My God, I wanted to tell her to forget dinner and take her back to the hotel and lose myself in her there and then, but this was her party and I guess you have to give someone the opportunity to back out gracefully.

Dinner was full of conversation about family, kids and remembered snippets of the hot and steamy emails, seemingly elevating the temperature in the restaurant to uncomfortable levels.

Nearing the end of dinner I said, “Well, you haven’t run screaming yet, so I guess I should take this as a good sign that the night is only just beginning?”

With a wicked smile and a voice like honey she said, “Oh yes, you are definitely going to get fucked tonight. In fact you should already be exhausted, because I have fucked you so many times already today in my mind.”

We exited my car at the hotel and waited while a couple of older ladies entered the elevator ahead of us. I didn’t want to be in there with them so held off. Christ, I was almost throwing myself at her before we got to the elevator doors.

Once inside the room we took off out coats and went to the sofa.

She immediately straddled me, leant over and said, “Isn’t this where we started?” She was referring to the beginning of my email fantasy days earlier of her straddling me and removing her clothes.

We kissed hard and she stood and removed all her clothes except for her sexy black lingerie and then resumed her position. I kissed her lips and neck while my hands slid all over this new and beautiful body, helping her to remove my clothes.

Her breasts where small an erect, I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it while the end of my tongue circled its extremities. She gave a soft moan of pleasure. My hands and mouth were getting feverish as my senses were overloaded with her smell, her warmth and her eyes on me.

“My God you are so sexy,” I managed to murmur as she gave me another wicked smile.

I stood and picked her completely up, turning around and gently lowering her on her back to the sofa. I kissed my way down her stomach, around her lower legs and inner thighs before pulling aside her panties to reveal the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.

“I told you it was a porn-star pussy,” she smiled.

I pulled her panties off and teased the end of my tongue over her pussy lips. She tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough and clamped my mouth over it with the full length of my tongue pushing her pussy lips apart, while her hand pushed the top of my head harder into her.

After a few minutes we stood and moved to the bed. She peeled my boxer shorts over my erection and laid me down on my back. She took my cock in her hand and traced her tongue up the shaft. I took a sharp intake of breath as her mouth closed around the head of my cock and she started sucking up and down its length.

Looking up at me she stopped and said, “Now that was the look on your face I was looking for”.

I had her straddle my face with her leaning over the headboard of the bed and started eating her pussy with all the skill I possessed. I inserted first one finger inside her, while I was concentrating the tip of my tongue all over her clit.

She start to moan and sway, I inserted two fingers inside her overheating pussy and finger fucked her faster and faster, her hips and pussy starting to quiver more and more as she reached her orgasm. Her orgasm peaked and she slumped over onto her back on the bed with me trying desperately to maintain the suction on her now over sensitive clit.

Once she had recovered I moved over her and she guided my rigid cock into her. Oh, she was so hot and wet and such a perfect fit. I pushed in slow strokes getting used to the feel of this sexy, amazing woman. She rolled me over onto my back and rode me while asking what my favourite position was.

“You’re in it,” I said. “I just love the woman on top!”

She replied, “Yeah I like it too, but I am really lazy, and don’t like to do all the work.”

That was all the prompting I needed and I picked her clean up again and stood her up, my cock sliding out of her. Looking around I saw a large cushioned chair and carried her over and lent her forward over it.

I opened her legs and entered her from behind. This position allowing me to really start pumping in and out of that beautiful pussy, I became mesmerised by the cross tattoo at the small of her back, that and the rhythmic motion of my fucking creating a non-reality moment.

I thought, “Oh my God. Is this really happening?”

Our dual moans were becoming more urgent. I flipped us back on the bed with me on top of her. I started pushing in and out of her faster and faster, the friction of her pussy against my cock bringing me closer and closer. My balls were roiling with the need for release.

At the last moment I pulled out of her, my cum sprayed over her stomach and into her sweetly pierced belly button. I collapsed on top of her, my warm seed smearing together between us, both of us breathing hard. Once I came to my senses we kissed passionately and moved apart.

We spent the next short while in bed kissing, caressing and further exploring each other’s forms as semi strangers will, with me amazed at the events that had led to me being there at that moment, in the arms of an incredibly sexy, passionate woman.

The second fuck was slow and sensual, with me alternately trapping her hands and arms above her head or madly kissing her, my fingers tangled in her long hair. We stayed like that until my body couldn’t possibly respond in the required fashion and I was totally, physically spent.

After a couple of hours she decided that she needed to get home for her ‘beauty sleep’ so we got dressed and started the drawn out dance of parting. We often stopped talking to kiss and ramp up that heat which had so marked us throughout the night.

When we reached where she had left her car we looked at each other.

“I want to fuck you again,” she said, all the while smiling that wicked smile.

“That is more than fine with me,” I said.

She hopped out of the car and left.

Damned if I won’t move heaven and earth to make sure that promise is fulfilled!

I hope you have all enjoyed his version of how we met!

HNT: Disorganised...

2010-06-24T16:22:00.000+12:00

This weeks HNT is another one out of the reject pile...I have been too disorganised to sort out a better/proper HNT. I feel like I have had one of those weeks where you run around chasing your tail and not achieving very much at all. I hate it. I like order, organisation and routine. I hate being out of kilter like that. And its not that I haven't achieved, I have....but it feels like just not quite enough. Next week I will indeed be more organised :)

To see who else is playing along this week, mosey on over to O's! Happy HNT all.

And we have a new record...

2010-06-23T20:29:00.000+12:00

14 minutes....the longest damn fourteen minutes of my life! It took me that long to scull my Sav and leave, which quite frankly was about Ooooo 12 minutes too long in my humble opinion. Hey I was being polite...so here I am, rather trollied on a glass of wine which I managed to drink rather too quickly... (thank fuck for spell check I say!)

Y'all were thinking I was talking about a fuck didnt you? Dirty deviants...bless ya. No, it was the meeting from hell, fourteen minutes from hell. You know, when you see someone's picture, you kind of assume (possibly rather kindly) that they will indeed resemble said picture and to be fair he probably did....10 years ago. When someone describes their body shape as average, you expect average and to be fair it probably was....10 years ago. Not quite sure how this one slipped under my radar...

Seriously...the next post will be about someone fuckable, fuckalicious even! This teaser was never meant to happen...

I wish I were a dawg....

2010-06-22T13:38:00.000+12:00

In my hunt for the perfect male specimen to fuck I actually have to answer messages these potentially glorious shag buddies send me. I do indeed wish I could say that I stun them with my wit, talent for the written word and my hot, shiny personality that no doubt shows through every keystroke and word I write...sadly I do not. Apparently all it takes is one severely cropped HNT picture (an actual picture of me, no less) and a shot of my sweet face to have these adonis (adoni? what is the plural for that??) clamouring for a meeting with little ol' moi. Which really does suck the fun right out of it, doesn't it?

I really do wish I could tell tall tales of how I woo them with my witty, crafty messages...nope, which in turn makes for fuck all blog fodder. And goodness knows, they never send me any particularly entertaining messages or witty introductions.....a lot of cock shots though, maybe I should start posting them up here, no?

The sad, sad truth is...two pictures, a wee bit of written word from me, which I am sure is not even read properly and viola! coffee, or a nice glass of Sav with a hot man (please let him be hot) awaits (prefer the Sav, so sick of burning my mouth on hot coffee!)

Ergo, so many tales of my fucking and debauchery go untold. Why? well I cannot entertain my readers with the hunt and gather process and 9/10 times I am sculling my Sav on first meeting. Of those that make it through to actually seeing me naked, well, lets say there is well, some really average sex that goes on. It not to say its not good sex, but its average, lovely but average. No swinging from the chandeliers, no strap-ons, no handcuffs, no spanking. And really, how many times can you doll up average looking sex to make it sound, hot sweaty and exciting?

So I am inventing a new method of telling tales of fucking and average debauchery....a simple introduction, highlight of the event and with that the faint hope that one or two of you out there crack a wee bit of a hard on...just a wee rise even?...gimme a break, I'm trying!

So without further ado, let me introduce you to....

HNT: The winter blues...

2010-06-17T20:27:00.000+12:00

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell

It's fair to say that I am not a huge fan of winter, I most definitely prefer summer with the long days, hot weather, warm sea breezes and being able to get away with wearing as little as possible. But as the quote says, there are some lovely things about winter too!

Happy HNT all and don't forget to check out O's to see who else is playing along this week.

I opened my eyes to discover...

2010-06-15T16:32:00.000+12:00

I opened my eyes to discover....that morning had already arrived. I lay there looking around the room bathed in the soft morning light and listening to the gentle wash of the ocean waves beyond the door, and I let my mind drift back to the night before. Snippets of the evening we shared come flashing back to me.

Giggling and laughing as we left the beach side bar.

The moment when you pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, your fingers slipping beneath my lacy panties to feel my wetness before picking me up and carrying me inside.

The look on your face as I wrapped my lips around your cock and let the warm, wet magic of my mouth and tongue tease you.

Silently screaming into the pillow as you brought me to orgasm with your fingers and tongue.

The ways you grasped my hips, driving ever harder and deeper into me from behind.

And finally, curling up in your arms and drifting off to sleep. Quietly, I slip out of bed, dress and gather my things. I take one long, last look at you. Your profile framed in the morning light. I drink in that one last look knowing it will indeed be the last time I see you, but one beautiful holiday memory remains...

An enormous thank you to The Duchess for organising this months group post. Make sure you go and check out everyone else's posts to see their take on this months May I Seduce You group post!

http://100waystobeperverse.wordpress.com
http://hubmanshangout.com/
www.ronjazz.blogspot.com
http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
http://insatiabear.blogspot.com
http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com

I don't know...

2010-06-14T16:46:00.000+12:00

I wrote a long venty post a while ago about men looking for NSA sex and how I thought that such a beast did not truly exist. [As a side note, go and read the comments, they are absolutely fantastic, better than the post itself!]

Florida Dom turned the question on me and asked 'What do I want?' It has taken me this long to post a reply because I have been giving this some very serious thought, my conclusion....I don't know.

I have a few experiences under my belt now, I have tried out a couple of different men and relationships/scenarios and I still don't know quite what I want. However I do know what I don't want. I do not want some cold, meaningless NSA fuck with some random guy. That is so not me.

I want someone that will be around for a while, someone who you can develop a level of mutual trust and friendship with. Do I want to go as far as having a secondary relationship again? I don't know, I am still feeling a bit gun shy on that one!

More than just a fuck and less than a relationship....leaves it pretty wide open eh? And this post is not a particularly good answer to what is a very thought provoking question!

HNT: Sensible...

2010-06-10T17:05:00.000+12:00

Have you ever looked at a woman walking down the street in her every day clothes, maybe its her office uniform or perhaps a stylish, cute outfit to meet friends for lunch in. Have you ever looked at her and wondered to yourself what she is wearing underneath? What lurks under that sensible looking exterior?

Click the picture to see what I was wearing under my sensible exterior today...

Happy HNT all, don't forget to head over to O's to see who else is playing along this week!

I miss...

2010-06-09T13:30:00.000+12:00

[This is one of those posts that you write, that ends up languishing in your drafts folder because you never quite find the right moment to post it, or indeed it never really needs posting. But sometimes, well sometimes you should push that publish button...]

I miss...

The smell of his skin
The way he used to make me laugh
Lust, the way we lusted after each other and how that made me feel
How I could really tell him my every dirty thought

I don't miss...

How everything always had to be on his terms
Being shut out
The cold and careless way he treated me
Wondering...

I fell in love with the relationship we had, how that made me feel, the excitement of it. I thought perhaps I was in love with him, but no, it was what we had not him. I miss that. I am sad that its gone and it will never be again. In the end though, the bad really did outweigh the good.

Yet another catch up post...

2010-06-07T16:48:00.000+12:00

You know, I feel like all I do on this blog is pop up HNT's (sporadically) and write catch up posts. I really need to get my shit together and start writing some decent stuff. And I do have decent stuff to write about! Anyway, back to the catch up....

If you look around, you may notice a few subtle changes. I went through a moment of thinking I was going to start afresh, or maybe change the name of the blog, or maybe even just can it altogether. In the end I decided that, well I like the name, I didn't really want to start afresh and I love writing too much to get rid of it. Besides, my history is what makes me, well me. It stays along with the blog. But I have had fun makes some changes and adding some new bits.

Last weekend The H and I went away for a fantastic weekend away together. We had a blast spending time together without the kids around and the stress of work. Two whole days of just us....bliss! Of course we couldn't resist the opportunity to spend two nights exploring the swingers club that we visited last time we were up there for our wedding anniversary. On the first night, we boldly and bravely swapped with another couple! Interesting experience and not without its own wee speed bump afterwards, but never-the-less, very exciting! The second night was more about hanging out, meeting new people, reacquainting ourselves with ones we had met the night before and watching....oh I do love watching, I'm such a voyeur!

Unfortunately we didn't get the chance to take heaps of awesome pictures for upcoming HNT's, we were ummm distracted by other stuff...and talking about pictures, we have been offered an opportunity to have a free 3 - 4 hour photo shoot with a professional photographer, free because he wants to expand his portfolio using 'real' people....the catch? doing it naked and getting naughty with each other at the same time. Out of curiosity....how many of you out there would do this? I would be interested to know if you would??

That pretty much covers the 'catch up' I have a few other bits and pieces of news but I don't want to spoil posts before I even write them!

HNT: HNT 5th Birthday...

2010-05-20T12:58:00.000+12:00

The theme to celebrate HNT's 5th birthday was to find your first or earliest you could find, HNT picture and post it up along with a recreation of that picture. For me, this wasn't so hard since I have only been participating in HNT's for 33 weeks. But in saying that, that first picture I used was actually taken in 2007! Its a picture I used to use as my profile picture on AFF. I think I managed to find nearly everything to duplicate the picture except for the lingerie...

Go check out O's to see who else is playing along this week.

HNT: My view...

2010-05-13T16:33:00.000+12:00

As I slide my jeans over my hips, this is my view....I am thinking of you and of what we are about to do....

Happy HNT all! Now go and check out O's to see who else is playing along this week, Oooh and I heard he has the most fab MG this week :)

A fuck and nothing but a fuck?

2010-05-08T12:50:00.000+12:00

I got a message on AFF today (yes I know, the place is like a train wreck for me, can't keep away from it!) from a guy and its pretty much said this...."I am in a flat marriage and I am not looking to change my situation at the moment. I am looking for 'no strings' kind of arrangement" Now, for some reason, this message annoyed me today more than it does on any other day and whilst I didn't reply to him, I have a couple of things to say about this....

For a start, BULLSHIT! Your trying to tell me that your going to spend the next 40 years of your life married to a woman that is not interested in or doesn't want to fuck you. Well, a big fat hairy bollocks to that! If you don't want to change your situation, why is it your messaging me for sex, you do indeed want change. You want sex, that is change. If you truly do not want change, get rid of your profile and sit at home having a quick wank in the loo occasionally, that is not changing your situation.

Secondly...'no strings' ? I have issues with this statement. Big ones. The only 'no strings' fuck that exists in this world is one you pay for. That's right, paying for sex will guarantee that there are no strings....you want her body/orifices, she wants your cash. Its a simple, straight up business transaction. I mean, seriously, do you really think you are going to find a woman out there that is going to whore herself to you for free? You may be lucky enough to find that, but most women have a bit more self respect than that, so there will be strings and there will be expectations.

Which leads me to wonder, if a man doesn't want to go to the ATM and get some cash out to buy a 'no strings' fuck, why are they looking for sex on these sites? There is no doubt a proportion of men that are simply too cheap to pay for it....but then why shell out for a membership on a 'adult dating website'?? Or are men maybe looking for something that is a bit more than just sex?

There is a saying that goes 'Women need to feel loved to have sex, men need to have sex to feel loved' or something along those lines. So are these men looking for that little bit more that goes with sex? Perhaps a bit of intimacy, physical affection, touching, wanting to be desired and wanted by someone? I get the 'no strings' aspect of not wanting a relationship/stalker/emotional commitment. But is all simply about the fuck?

So I am going to put this question out there....For all you guys out there, does looking for 'no strings' sex mean:

I am too cheap to pay for sex?
I want good sex with someone and I can give/receive physical affection with but I don't want to commit myself to?
Its just sex, I am sick of wanking and I really don't want or need the cuddles?

Stockings...

2010-05-06T20:32:00.000+12:00

The only thing I love about winter....stockings! Fabulous for keeping your legs warm, making you feel as sexy as hell and for those moments when you need to tie someone up...Oh what? like you all never think about doing that :)

Now head on over to O's and see who else is playing along this week!

I have been a bad, bad blogger lately, no HNT last week and too long since my last decent post. Life, well mainly work seems to be getting in the way at the moment. But I promise and update...soon! And it looks like I will be spending what is going to turn out to be a wet weekend catching up some blog reading.

Boobquake!

2010-04-26T14:14:00.000+12:00

Start of the boobquake....yep, April 26th is the beginning of a massive boobquake that is set to rock the world. Why? Well some cleric in Iran declared that last week that immodest dress and promiscuity of women was to blame for earthquake...uh huh.....Sooo the internet being what it is, this sparked Jen McCreight to write a blog post and create boobquake day

So I challenge you all to get out your lowest cut tops and dare to bare your cleavage in support of the boobquake.....since we all know that showing your boobs does not cause earthquakes!

Go and check out Curvaceous Dee for a far better explanation and links to bookquake :)

HNT: Blurry

2010-04-22T15:01:00.000+12:00

'Every thing's so blurry
And everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty
And everything is so messed up
Preoccupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl'

- Puddle of Mudd

Happy HNT all and don't forget to check out O's to see who else is playing along!

One fucked up Friday night...

2010-04-18T16:22:00.000+12:00

I adore test driving a new lover. The thrill, the anticipation of it all. Lets face it, its hot! So this particular Friday night I had a new man to try out. We shall call him The Cowboy, for reasons I am not going to explain. But before I went to meet up with him, I caught with my friends for our usual Friday night drinks after work [after all, men come and go, girlfriends last forever(ish) ergo important to keep in touch]

So there I was, sipping my glass of house Sav blanc when I spotted a bit of something tasty a couple of tables over having his Friday night drinks with work colleagues. I clocked the wedding ring after checking out his nice tight arse and with one more [possibly fatal, hey I need the dutch courage for The Cowboy] house Sav sliding down I made the decision to be bold, brave and daring....as ya do when you have quite clearly more than enough to drink.

I whipped out one of my business cards and wrote my cellphone number on the back and a formulated a plan to drop it in his lap as I made my move to leave. Outstanding plan so far? As it turns out, as I was getting up and leaving, so was he. I managed to catch him just out side the door and I slipped my business card into his pocket as I walked past him, the rest of the plan being he went his way and I went mine. Yeah I know, slick move right?

Well the first bit went exceedingly well, the business card managed to end up in his pocket but it turned out he was walking in the same direction as me. He pulled my card out of his pocket and said 'Wow, what's this?' I just flashed him a grin and kept walking. So then he starts reading out my card, specifically my name. He then turns to me and asks ' So do you know what my name is?' I think I avoided rolling my eyes at him [ I mean really, what a question] I shook my head and said 'No, what's your name?' 'My name is Paul xxxxxxxxx' he replied.

OMFG we shared the same last name! I mean really, what are the odds, especially given I do not have a very common last name. As we walked towards our cars we chatted about how we hoped we weren't related and he told me how he works just around the corner from me. As we came up beside his car I wished him a good weekend and a good night. As I walked away I could tell he was checking out my arse [as us women just can tell]. I got to my car and as I was climbing in he pulled up beside me and dropped down the window. 'So its ok if I call you?' he asked.....'Oh yes, absolutely!' was my reply. Same last name...some days I wonder if only shit like that happens to me...

So with one daring act out of the way it was off to spend sometime with The Cowboy. Now usually to cover up my nervousness I tend to be rather bold. So on arrival and after the pleasantries I decided to break the ice by whipping off my dress and straddling his lap wearing only my underwear, so far so good. Ice was broken and things started to move along swimmingly. His clothes came off as did the rest of my underwear. A bed was found and we started to get down and dirty with our nekkidness, until I noticed a small problem with the scenario.

He seemed to be, ummm well, rather soft and I don't mean that in a 'lovely soft skin' kind of way. A vital ingredient was definitely missing for our night of passion. Now I know that this is a hard thing to deal with when your a guy. Sometimes the mind is willing but the body just isn't playing along. So I started digging into my wee bag of tricks to see if I can get an... ahem... 'rise' out of him. Nothing really appeared to be working. Nothing. At. All. Short of me sticking my finger up his butt and I so wasn't going there, I couldn't see a solution to this particular issue.

Then he starts apologising, which as you all well know just makes it all worse. You kinda have two choices at that moment. Be a bitch, throw your clothes and high tail it out of there or hang it in there and try your damnedest to try and make him feel better. I chose the latter and suggested we just cuddle for a while. So we lay there and cuddle and I try to distract his mind with some varied and no doubt inane chatter about all sorts of stuff, all the while stroking my hands over him...in the interests of brevity I will skip the hours worth of this...and finally he begins to relax and engage in the conversation. Then finally, my wandering hands notice that he's rising to the occasion, presumable as a result of just chilling out and my gentle stroking, hopefully it wasn't the story I was telling about riding elephants in Thailand I happened to be telling at the time [don't want to ponder the possibilities of this]

Anyway, with all the necessary ingredients present and correct to carry on our 'big night of fun' we start rolling around and he enters me...mmmm....he puts in a couple of long hard thrusts and I utter those [possibly fatal] words 'Oh yes, thats it, fuck me harder'....

And that, was pretty much that. I guessed that he wasn't going to return the orgasm favour when he rolled off and offered me a cup of tea [wtf is with men and offering tea after sex?] I politely declined his lovely offer of tea and this time threw my clothes on and high tailed it out of there. Seriously, I sometimes wonder, does only this kinda shit happen to me?

Make me...

2010-04-17T20:24:00.000+12:00

....I was enjoying the moment. The sensations. Me on top of you, sliding your hard cock between my pussy lips. Teasing my clit with you. Your hands on my waist, urging me back and forth. My head down, hair swaying with the rhythm of the moment.

'Climb on my cock Babe, I want to be inside you'

I raised my head and looked you in the eye with an evil grin on my face.

'Make me...'

The next moment I find myself over your lap, face pressed hard down onto the mattress. Your hand spanking my arse none too gently. It happened so fast, I barely had time to squeal in surprise. After several more hard slaps you stopped. I raised my head off the mattress and look at you in complete shock.

'Now back to my cock...'

With a wee smile, I couldn't help but comply with your wish....

A huge thanks to Kimberly for organising this months 'May I seduce you'. Make sure you go and check out these other wonderful bloggers to see their take on this months tag line.

Spring Flower
Ms Scarlett
Panserbjorn
Adulterous Letch
The Duchess

Veronica

Topaz

Bdenied

Ronjazz

Britni

Gray

Kimberly

HNT: Rewind...

2010-04-15T13:09:00.000+12:00

'In life, there is no pause button, no rewind and definitely no replay' - Anon

Happy HNT all and don't forget to check out O's to see who else is playing along.

The beginning...

2010-04-11T11:56:00.000+12:00

I know that I left you all with my last post [now removed] thinking that my marriage had ended and to be fair I really thought it had. [Although I do have a tendency toward rash impetuousness, hence the last post] But I thought I had reached the end of the road where there was nothing left. It was all too hard, too complicated and I just didn't want to go on with it any more. The H too was prepared to walk away, he was over the drama, the bullshit and my inability to express myself. There was no 'World War Three' type argument. It was very calm, calm in that icy, terrifying kind of way. Our house of cards had completely fallen down.

Sometimes in order to rebuild something you need to pull it apart completely. It has to crash and burn totally and utterly, so out of the ashes something new and solid can emerge. My marriage was like a house that had one too many renovations done on it. Add ons here, add ons there. The main structure started to destabilise because of all these add ons. It needed to be pulled down and a new, fresh start to emerge. From the outside it looked great, the perfect 'chocolate box' picture of the ideal. Inside however, was a completely different story. There were crack appearing, huge cracks that no amount of plaster was ever going to cover over. Our foundations were still there as we discovered through talking, but that's all we had left, was a foundation of love and affection

So what caused this crash and burn, what pushed us both to the point where we were prepared to end it all and start again without each other? For me it was rejection that tipped me over the edge. I had, relatively recently, been rejected by a man that I had a huge amount of affection for, then I felt I was being rejected by my husband, a man I loved. I had bottled up the end of the relationship with Mr Big, not wanting to talk about it, express myself. I built a huge wall around myself thinking that I had to deal with it on my own. That it was unfair of me to let the H see what I was thinking and feeling about it all, as it wasnt his relationship, so why should I put him through the process of the aftermath.

He was confused and hurt by this approach from me. He thought that the best thing to do was give me some space both mentally and physically. I saw this as him also rejecting me. It hurt that he didn't want to touch me, be around me. It felt like a HUGE double whammy of rejection. So the more I felt hurt, the more I pushed him away and the more he distanced himself from me. Until it got to the point where we barely talking to each other and could hardly stand to be in the same room. Which is a bloody tough thing to do when you work together. We are together 21 hours a day and it takes some serious effort on both of our parts to function at home and work together without actually communicating. Then those fateful words were uttered 'I don't want to do this any more' and there was no disagreement from each of us other over them, just an acceptance.

As we were discussing the dissolution of our marriage, the tin tacks of breaking part the assets, dividing money and possessions, snippets started to emerge. When you think that all is lost and there is nothing more left to lose those hurtful, hateful, truthful things come out. Things you have never said before because you know they are going to hurt the other person. And with those hurtful, truthful word came a realisation for both of us that we still had a foundation. It was there, buried under all sort of crap and once that crap was shifted off there was indeed something left.

I cannot say that yet, all of the rubbish has been removed, dealt with, sorted and recycled. But 95% of it has now been moved on. We had both truly thought that we had already done this, gone through this process when he caught me cheating. But we hadn't, we had merely plastered over the cracks and then tacked on a few more additions to our marriage. The last time had taught us how to talk to each other, to communicate but we hadn't broken down and rebuilt what was there.

So what are we left with? Well a marriage for a start. And yes, we are going to continue having an open marriage. It is something that both of us truly want. That's not to say that there are not still issues around this, there are and those are ones that I want to blog about, in a very honest way. So yes, I will still be blogging but I am going to stop portraying that lovely glossy veneer as I tend to do. Its going to be a wee bit more gritty and honest from now on.

And so, a new beginning...

HNT: These boots...

2010-04-01T15:00:00.001+13:00

'These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you' - Nancy Sinatra

Actually, I think boots like these were made for fucking...well that's what I think of every time I pull them on...which is not a bad way to start the day is it?

Happy HNT and happy Easter to all that celebrate it too!