tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89384091020345371432024-03-05T17:15:42.437-05:00KISS-Keep It Simple, Sexy!Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-20238242858185678942017-08-26T17:26:00.000-04:002017-08-26T17:26:20.182-04:00The SignalOne of the absolute best things about being in a long-term relationship is THE SIGNAL. We've all been at the shower or reception or work function waiting for it...The subtle wink or raise of an eyebrow or movement of a pinkie finger that tells one or the other "Take Me Home Right Now."<br />
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It's our own secret code. Queue the Mission Impossible theme as we make our way to the door..air kissing jealous friends shooting us looks to kill as we put on our coats and head out. And regardless of how we felt about each other before the party started, we are suddenly best allies.<br />
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We're going home!<br />
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On the ride there it's all hands on thighs and down pants and up skirts and hot- as -fuck kisses at every stop light. And as you turn into the driveway, that last most passionate kiss and promise to meet you in bed with the bottle of Dom in 2 minutes!<br />
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And then you look up and realize that Every Damn Light In The House Is On and the 4yr old is doing his damndest to get strangled by the mini-blind cord, the sitter is on sofa w earbuds Kikking her BFF. The kitchen is a disaster after the Sitter's boy (man?)friend realized there are no ingredients in the house to make the Vegan Homeopathic, (potentially) Telekinetic, And OMG it-will-feel-so-good, baby- pancakes in the house.<br />
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Hubby grudgingly makes his way to the car to drive the sitter the 2/6ths of a mile home. As he gets behind the wheel he casts his eye toward the front window and sighs as he sees you bend over to lift Kyle, the future spelunker, from under the sofa. He admires your ass moving up the stairs, the curve of your spine, the sweet way you snuggle and kiss the little brat and wishes he was him.<br />
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Of course you're asleep when he climbs up the stairs after locking up and turning off the lights. He peeks in the boys room and strips off his jacket and pants making his way to the bed. He looks at you and sighs thinking hopefully "Maybe in the morning".<br />
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He settles in and gets comfy next to her warm body and drifts off. But wait..what was that..he shifted slightly. Listening..and he felt it again...it was her toe stroking against the arch of his foot..oh thank God..the SIGNAL.Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-69037248730590779242016-09-22T05:00:00.000-04:002016-09-22T12:39:08.557-04:00Some Much Needed R & R ;)<a href="http://curiousrob1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rob</a> and I have had many adventures together over the past few years but admittedly none was as exciting as the opportunity he presented to me earlier this summer. I know that he and his friend Z had travelled to the Redskins-Cowgirls -oh sorry Cowboys, gotta remember that!-game in years past and this time they asked me to tag along. My immediate answer was “YES!” and my immediate next thought was “Threesome?” I apparently had planted an idea in the guys’ heads the year before when knowing they were out of town and most definitely drinking I teasingly sent them some pix and did a little flirting with the both of them.<br />
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A MFM threesome has always been a fantasy of mine. I never actually thought I’d get the chance though. Through my own insecurities and shyness (yes I am shy sometimes), I didn’t honestly know if I’d have the nerve to go through with it. But given this chance there was no way I’d ever turn it down. It would have ranked among my biggest regrets if I did.<br />
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So plans were made, tickets bought and reservations secured. Rob, Z and I met and made introductions all around in July and I’m glad we did. I’ve known Rob awhile now but still if either Z or I had any immediate objections then we’d know right away this is 3 friends going to a football game. Thankfully neither of us did. These are 2 great, handsome, fun, highly intelligent, as well as, highly entertaining men.<br />
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The summer seemed to drag by—I was incredibly excited! This was my 1st NFL game if nothing else. Plus my 1st trip overnight with Rob and I was really looking forward to spending an extended amount of time with him. But then as the date grew closer and closer…some nagging doubts crept in. It wasn’t anything about the guys---it’s always me and my issues. I started wondering if I could go through with it and how disappointed the guys would be if I couldn’t. This was strictly my own internal pressure —not them at all. The attitude all along had been “we’ll play it by ear.” I finally broke down that night. I knew I had to discuss it and emailed Rob and asked him to call me. We did talk the next day and by then my “fears” were calmed considerably. Just hearing his voice reassured me that nothing would happen unless we ALL agreed.<br />
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The day finally dawned and it was time to get on the road. I live a little distance from the guys and was running late (sadly not my worst travel faux pas this weekend!). We loaded up and were chatting and catching up. We were talking sports, music, and obviously about the game but not a word was spoken about the rather large “elephant in the room”. In hindsight I’m glad—I think my anxiety level would have ramped up. Finally we stop for lunch, gas up, and got back on the road—NOT! We first had to make a 2nd stop to retrieve my cell phone from the garbage can I had tossed it into at the restaurant. Doesn’t everyone do that?!?!? Then we set off for our final destination—which wound up being some guy’s house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Ummm NO! But these little incidents and the resulting laughter did a lot to break the underlying tension.<br />
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We did eventually get to the hotel, checked in and drinks were soon in hand. Dinner plans were figured out and executed swiftly and then it was back to the room. Each of us had brought our beverage of choice—this was not our 1st rodeo—well not in that department anyway. Pretty soon we were laughing and joking around and I’m sure there was a football game on TV. The drinks were flowing freely and cigars lit up and things were going well.<br />
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At some point Z left the room and I then crossed the room to Rob and just kissed him. It was great! Hands were roaming all over and under clothes and it went on for awhile. Then Rob said” I think Z is watching” and I laughed and said “I hope so!” By this point I was topless and found myself quickly on my back on the bed. I remember the exact moment that I felt 2 mouths and 4 hands stroking my body—it hit me like lightning and my heart rate accelerated. It was pure pleasure to have 2 men tease and kiss and fondle me and in return to have them to stroke and touch and taste.<br />
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Admittedly I had quite a lot to drink that night and things are a bit fuzzy but some moments are sharper than others. I do remember when Rob first entered me and I was trying to get in position to suck and lick Z’s hard cock. We eventually figured that out and Rob was fucking me from behind and I was trying my best to also focus on Z’s cock but maybe I’m not the greatest at multitasking when being fucked. Neither guy got the blowjob they deserved but I didn’t hear any complaints. In fact I distinctly remember one of the guys saying “she’s really good at that” and someone agreeing—perhaps that was the high five (REALLY GUYS!!) moment I was apparently oblivious to.<br />
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And then Rob asked Z if he wanted to switch and it was Rob and his cock in front and Z from behind. At this point I was in such a state of pleasure and just one continuous orgasm that seemed to go on and on. I know I was moaning and felt like I was trembling all over. Then I felt Rob begin licking my pussy and clit and I just didn’t want it to end. I did eventually come back down, and as one does, I felt a bit sensitive. It was just time for a break and to catch our breath. We each got drinks and took our respective breaks and I remember chatting with Z and we were both impressed at how great it was just casually sitting around naked and not feeling uncomfortable at all. Rob climbed onto bed beside me and began to settle in and we were snuggling. Z got up to shower and then Rob and I were making out and the action was heating up yet again. I remember having the fleeting thought that Z had been gone awhile and maybe it occurred to me he was watching the show. I quite honestly was in such a haze that I really wasn’t aware of any interaction the guys were having. They could have been tapping each other in and out and I didn’t notice or care at that point. Although I sincerely hope Z didn’t feel left out of any of the action. We did wear down and drifted off to sleep.<br />
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Z and I were moving noticeably slowly the next day (Rob, dammit , was not!) and I gladly shared the Advil with him. We shuffled off to breakfast and I hurriedly made my fantasy picks (with great success as it turned out!). Thankfully the logistics of getting to the game were resolved quickly and smoothly. I enjoyed walking among the tailgaters and taking in the sights including the Redskins Marching Band and the party bus where I scored loot (a sticker!). I am still laughing about the ticket taker who was good naturedly ribbing Rob and Z-both Cowboy fans and when finding I, a Redskin fan, with them told me “to get up here, girl, I’m going to let you in first!” We made our way to the seats and yadda, yadda, yadda, the football game was played, the Cowgirls won , etc, etc.<br />
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Again the logistics of getting back to the room was easy. I knew Sunday night was going to be a lot more low key as we were all tired and I’d had the misfortune of a plantar fascitis diagnosis the week before and my foot was killing me. We went to dinner and we all rebounded slightly but not quite enough. Earlier in the weekend I had asked the guys their definition of a lousy lay and I’m quite certain if anything did happen that night, I’d have been the very embodiment of the lousy lay. I think the concensus “was the spirit was willing but the flesh was (literally) weak.”<br />
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On Monday we went about preparing to go home and had breakfast and waited out the infamous DC traffic. We had hours to go and an obvious time to go over and recount the events of Saturday night. For some reason it was alluded to and the topic was teased around but was never directly mentioned. This time I felt like that elephant was sitting on my lap! I just sensed something—an undertone of guilt perhaps—not regret exactly—just something. As we got closer to home, it just seemed more awkward to bring it up. This is perhaps my biggest regret of the trip—the no “after action” breakdown of the events. Perhaps I was the only one who needed it. Rob and Z dropped me off at my car and we Robhugged good bye and still on the way home, I was a little confused. I couldn’t get my head to clear at all and was honestly so tired I drove home on auto pilot. Come Monday I was texting Rob and asking all the questions we should have discussed in depth on the way home. I know I bugged the crap out of him. Sorry hun!<br />
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To wrap up I have absolutely no regrets about anything this weekend. It was the hottest sexual experience of my life!! All those doubts in the “before” never even once occurred to me in the “during.” I do know that I could never have done this without Rob whom I trust completely. I know he felt like the architect of events and I’m sure he was the center but I do hate that he felt any “pressure” of his own to move things along. It all seemed to happen just as it should and felt just natural and seamless. Again thank you Z and Rob for one of the most memorable weekends of my life. It was all I wanted and more…much more.<br />
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Update: You can find Rob's take on the weekend <a href="http://curiousrob1.blogspot.com/2016/09/two-guys-girl-and-football-game.html?m=1" target="_blank">here</a> and i've added our partner's thoughts below. <br />
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<b>ZRob's Brief Take </b><b>On</b><b> the Weekend</b></div>
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I think we all had some "issues" going in. It was like we were teenagers on our first date that could be THE first time. We were all nervous, but once the fun started, we got into it and I, for one, had a great time.</div>
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Rob, you are right. Even though it was never stated, since you knew both of us before, you were in the lead position, if you will. To be honest, I stayed out of the second round because simplicity was enjoying it so much, that I didn't want to break her concentration. And, it was a good show :).</div>
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I do wish I had thought about the tag teaming that <a href="http://simplensexy.blogspot.com/2016/09/some-much-needed-r-r.html?m=1" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Simplicity talked about in her post</a>, but I think the vodka got in the way. Of course, the vodka was the only reason that I didn't cum from the head I was getting.</div>
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There are a number of things I would probably do differently if the opportunity came up again. And if it does, one thing I will not miss out on again will be tasting Simplicity, even if I have to push Rob out of the way. That is my only regret from the weekend.</div>
Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-50673194100901992492016-07-10T13:38:00.000-04:002016-07-10T13:38:19.716-04:00I've Got SkillzThe omniscient "they" say it takes 10,000 hours of repetition to become an expert at something. That seems like a lot! What have I done for 10,000 hours...well work probably and I am really excellent at my job (which I've actually managed to keep for a whole year now. GO ME!) What else? Sleep maybe? I wish I felt like I'd ever had that much sleep--especially lately. What on earth could I possibly be called an expert at?<br />
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Hmmmm...and there are those with so-called "natural" talents. Those just born knowing how to do something well. Or seemingly so..those graceful ballerinas, ice skaters, hoopsters and footballers do spend easily 10,000 hours or more at practice and repetition making what seems "natural" the result of a lot of serious hard work Have you ever been asked a question in a job interview "what's your talent or what skills do you bring to the table?" In a job setting it's easy to rattle off a list of work related stuff...I can type, proficient in Excel, I can stay awake when the 2 o'clock coma is settling in, and Ooh! I'm getting really good at the sternly worded email, etc. <br />
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Outside of work that question isn't so easy...for me at least. I'd stumble and mumble through it and think to myself, "I can play a mean radio," or "I'm almost up to level 400 on Cookie Jam." Or maybe I do have a talent, a recently discovered one that I've become really, really good at: I AM MAN REPELLANT. After all it takes lots and lots of talent to remain an unmarried, still single STRAIGHT woman for 44 years. Look around. Everyone I know personally and even here in this little blogosphere is married. You're saying "well not necessarily happily" but still you've managed to do something like commit yourself in a relationship over a long period of time and that's something I haven't done. Nor have I come close to one in a really long time. <br />
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I know I'm coming across as bitter but I've recently had an experience that certainly left a bitter taste in my mouth. I met a guy online. It had been quite sometime since I'd felt this excited over meeting anyone. We did the fast and furious texting, the picture exchange went well, he looked really great on paper. And that's all it was...good on paper. Sure enough we met, spent a really great (I thought) afternoon and evening together and before he had even shut the door behind me he already knew he was never going to see me again. <br />
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The fade began immediately. He texted "OK, GN" in response to the "I got home safe" text. Then at work the next day we were both extremely busy..no surprise there. I quite simply don't have time to look at my phone during the day anymore either. But when I said "hi" I got crickets for days . OK so he hit it and quit it. I'm no stranger to the strategy and ashamedly have used it myself But this one hurt. I felt so used and yeah bitter. Somehow this guy got in and I'm more angry at myself than at him. <br />
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(An aside here...as a favor for friend <a href="http://curiousrob1.blogspot.com/">Rob</a> who's asked for a few details about the actual hook up. I met him on a site where conversations tend to get to the sexy flirty stage faster than say Match or E-Harmony. Fingers and clothes were flying across the screen very quickly and very soon those naughty pics were exchanged. We sexted for hours so much so I wore him out...he didn't wake up until 1pm the next day!!! And that was just the virtual sex!!! After he did wake up I was invited down to watch "football" (soccer of course...guy is an ex-pat Brit) and I got on the road. For once I wasn't nervous...I had such a good feeling about this guy!! We met at the bar and had a few drinks, enjoying the game, laughing and flirting, and hands roaming a little. Moved onto dinner and did a little cruise about town before heading to his place. <br />
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The makeout session on the sofa was brief but hot and nipples were pinched and sucked and bulges rubbed through clothing and I was being pushed to my knees in front of him and asked to perform one of my natural talents (wink, wink) pretty quickly. This guy was hard!!! Pretty soon I was pushed to my back and we were fucking like crazy. (Another aside...I think I finally managed to figure out woman on top!) As you can imagine it was over pretty quickly and we were a sweaty pool on the carpet before we knew it. Not too shabby for the first time and I was already anticipating a hot summer of steamy sex.....)<br />
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Well yeah, you already know how that turned out. I know I've wandered into TL:DR territory here but I just needed to get this rant out. "This is just a temporary glitch", "don't let it get you down", "it's not you it's him" have already been uttered over and over (thanks Rob for hearing me out yet again!) I've got a ways to go yet to get my head right again and this post is part of it. <br />
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Please, please any young or not-so-young guys (if anyone still reads here) who are online or meeting ladies...DON'T BE THIS GUY!! If you want to know why women are cray cray---it's this type of behavior from men that we see Every.Single.Day. With the nature of online dating and just the technology that's available now, it's all too easy to forget that a pic and words on a screen have a real live breathing human being on the other side.<br />
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My goal by going on the site wasn't to find just a hook-up. I just wanted to find someone to go out with so I'm not stuck on the sofa this summer watching Big Bang reruns every Saturday night! I thought this guy could be it . He looked like fun and we had a blast texting. I did finally hear from him this week: the ex creating drama, yadda yadda, didn't mean to hurt you blah blah all the excuses (and I'm sure they are valid to him). But we all know the truth: if you want to be with someone, you find a way. My response to him: Noted and understood, get your shit together and give me a call maybe, otherwise have a nice life.<br />
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On a more personal note: I'VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I hate that I don't have time to write or hardly read anymore. But on certain weekends I have time for an orgy (sometimes literally...lol) of reading all your wonderful blogs. Thankfully some of you are around and still IM me on occasion so I haven't quite fell out of touch. <br />
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As stated work is going well. It is incredibly busy and stressful lately, however. How do we all work so damn hard and still just have SO much to do is just beyond me! But redemption is nigh! As of this day next week my ass and toes will be planted in the sand with a drink firmly in hand! My living arrangements haven't changed although I'm trying desperately and a serious search will begin when I get back from the beach. <br />
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As for any other adventures beyond the above--there have been a few. Alan (1st AM guy) is still around. I still chat with the WV Guy. And then there's Rob...we still text and talk although not nearly as frequently as we used to...but we have future plans that could lead to some really excellent shenanigans. :) We'll just have to wait and see!!!! I hope everyone is well and I hope you are having an excellent summer!<br />
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<br />Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-88000737587689312132015-08-03T09:44:00.000-04:002015-08-03T09:44:07.916-04:00Roller Coaster<div class="MsoNormal">
Once again I seem to have taken a longer than usual hiatus
from writing. I’d truly love to write
more but as I’ve previously stated “work, eat, sleep and repeat” is rather
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Since I began writing it seems I’ve been out of work more
than I’ve been “on the job.” I’m
currently at my 4<sup>th</sup>—YES! 4<sup>TH</sup>!!!—job in the very short
time of this blog’s existence. This has
happened through no fault of my own. It
is just a consequence of living where I do.
When you have no job, there is of course a tightening of the purse
strings. That leads to fewer
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Despite the periods of unemployment I have had a few
adventures. I continue to see “WV Guy”
and although long distance we “talk” in some fashion almost every day. This is my main relationship lately and it
has been good in spite of the distance.
I did travel to his area earlier in the year and we had a great time
together. We even managed to get in some
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we were doing. His area is absolutely beautiful
country and there are lots of outdoorsy, fun things to do. </div>
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Of course, I’m still me and I still have the occasional
hook-up. Most often with Alan—the first
guy I met on AM. He is always good to
get in touch when he is traveling nearby.
And Rob posted about a little
adventure we had earlier this year. Since
things have been well with WV Guy I don’t frequent many dating sites
anymore. Although I did check in on AM
recently—and it just happened to be the night before The Hack was announced. DOH!</div>
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From reading various forums online about it, it seems the
initial panic may have been unfounded.
Fears seem to have calmed a bit on the “prowlers” sites as time has
passed and no more additional information has been released. Of course, there’s always a chance that will
change and it’s something we in “the game” should be mindful of (“deny, deny,
deny!”). I wasn’t incredibly worried
about being “outed” although it definitely got my attention and sent me running
off to my tablet to read all about it.
Just a little reminder to be even more vigilant of protecting yourself
online—no matter if you’re prowling or not.
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So this is just a little update post and me rambling
on. I hope to be taking a few trips at
the end of the summer and I’m very much looking forward to getting away. I’m still reading and following all your
wonderful blogs although I’m not commenting as much. I’m down to just my tablet at the house and
it doesn’t make it easy for anything other than reading or playing games from
what I’ve seen. So I hope all you
wonderful people are having a great, fun summer!!! Stay Cool!! </div>
Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-89002008020167409012015-02-12T19:57:00.000-05:002015-02-12T19:57:36.992-05:00FFF-2/13/2015--The Un-Valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">"Excellent work ladies. All the targets were taken down at precisely the same time. Each of you were in place and all of your alibis should back up each other. This was the best coordinated attack I've ever seen executed...". Suddenly his voice faded as he realized one team member hadn't made it back. Where was Jenna? </span><br />
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<i>I haven't written much lately. I'm currently in the midst of yet another dry spell. It's been a year filled with them. Although there were some pretty good highlights too. Interacting with other bloggers and the few remaining readers here has</i><i> always been the biggest reason I write. I miss the dialogue. </i><br />
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Thank you to all who served. I know not one of you would dare call yourselves a hero but that's OK. I call you hero. And to "my" vet a very Happy Veterans Day. I hope you enjoy your day off. You deserve it. Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-67931161850851089282014-10-19T22:46:00.002-04:002014-10-19T22:46:10.077-04:00I'm Still Here!I'm still here! Sorry for the little blogging hiatus but I just needed to recharge for a bit. There really wasn't a lot going on for awhile and then September hit and there was lots going on. I did some traveling which was nice (although 5 hours in a car with two kids made me feel compassion for my parents! Sorry Mom and Dad!) There have been a few changes. I have yet another new job as of last week. It was necessary for various reasons. Anyway it's done and things are better. <br />
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One of the highlights of the month was the weekend of my high school reunion--there's NO WAY it's been 25 years!! I invited a friend to town to go with me. He arrived Friday night and I didn't get to meet him until late. It was worth the wait. He came downstairs and met me in the parking lot and as soon as we got to the room I was in his arms. We spent the entire weekend together--practically the whole time in bed. We did go to the dinner Saturday night but I wound up blowing off all the other reunion activities. There was something else to blow. ;) It had been quite awhile since I've had a session like that but I so needed it. <br />
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It's been a few years since I was in a relationship with someone full-time and I forgot how wonderful it is just to touch someone and be touched. The sex was pretty great--don't get me wrong. Just being held after and lying in his arms as he stroked my back is what makes me smile when I think of that weekend. To look at him, I never would have guessed he was such a cuddler! Even watching football he pulled me down on the sofa and wrapped his arms around me. That quickly led to us jumping back in bed. All in all it was a wonderful weekend and I was delightfully sore on Monday morning. <br />
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I'm not sure where this is going since it is a long distance "relationship." The internet and all the technology makes covering the distance a lot more convenient, of course. We call or text or IM every night. We even have certain TV shows that are "ours" that we watch together. The distance isn't too great and I'm hoping to spend some more time with him for my birthday in a few weeks. Could I be seeing the end of my "prowling" days? <br />
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Probably not since last night I drunk-texted my ex. WTF is WRONG with me?!?!?!? Can somebody just shoot me, please! My only excuse is that I was lonely. Fortunately as I re-read this morning there was nothing too cringeworthy--nor even suggestive (I know right!). Whew! BUT I don't think I will ever get over my affinity for the Garden State men. There's just something about them.<br />
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In other news, I seem to have got my act together on the "Getting In Shape" plan. I've dropped 18 lbs!! Just in time for jean season. :) Only a few more pounds before my goal date. <br />
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To my friends in the blogosphere, it's good to be back. Missed yall.Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-61639122839023342642014-09-11T08:30:00.000-04:002014-09-11T08:30:01.510-04:00 I Will NEVER Forget<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thank you to all who served. I know you don't think you're heroes. I KNOW you are. My heroes are the ones who do what I can't. They are nurses, doctors, soldiers, firemen, policemen, teachers. For that, I thank you all. To all those who lost someone on 9/11, God bless you. Please don't ever forget. Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-55497192097799509352014-09-07T23:06:00.000-04:002014-09-07T23:06:27.821-04:00Sooo Close!I was looking forward to the weekend on Friday afternoon as usual.. "Is it 5 o'clock yet!?" I had been chatting with a new friend all week and we were anticipating getting together on Saturday. But first my Mom was leaving town and going on a cruise for a week so I took her out for a nice dinner. She has been suffering for awhile with a hamstring pull and sprained knee so I packed the car for her. It was a nice relaxed evening and I really enjoyed spending time with her.<br />
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Saturday morning bloomed and I was up early anticipating meeting my new friend whom I'll call ST. I grabbed coffee and jumped in the shower. I called Mom and she was heading North the same time I was heading South. It was a beautiful day..hot and humid but ST had found a great place to meet on the lake surrounded by lovely shade. I arrived before him and played with the kids on the playground and took turns on the swings. Finally he was there and I walked over and gave him a hug and we headed off on the trail around the lake. We talked for hours and finally we went for lunch and had a great time. He had to get going so we returned to park and did the somewhat awkward first kiss which turned into a great 2nd kiss! Eventually we let go and headed our separate ways.<br />
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As I was driving home I was jamming to the music feeling the NRE coursing through me. I noticed the sky north of me..directly over my hometown. The sky looked eerie. We get bad storms here in summer but this looked ominous. Black, purple-green evil looking clouds. I drove into some rain but nothing too bad. I went to the grocery store and turned down my street. It looked like a war zone! Trees and power lines down everywhere. Lawn furniture and stuff in street. Of course we had no power at the house. I headed downstairs and looked around. "OH FUCK" There was red mud everywhere! along with a couple of inches of water! <br />
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So before turning in I decided to get some fresh air and went out on the back porch. I turned on the light and turned around and saw something very weird. There was a light shining on something in the yard. I decided to investigate further and turned on the floodlights. When I rounded the corner, I gasped. There was a downed tree laying in my yard literally within an INCH of my HOUSE! I know it wasn't there earlier. I had left the house for 10 minutes to go get supplies for cleanup so it must have fell then. Thank God my house was still intact and no one was home or hurt. I immediately turned around, went inside and said "Fuck this shit" and poured myself a rather stiff drink<br />
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I woke up way too early Sun. morning and took a closer look around the war zone that was my house. Sure enough there is a 2nd tree down at the bottom of my yard but it was OK. The basement was drying out but the foul stench was setting in..YUCK! I used every chemical known to man to try and help. I escaped to a friend's place and returned home to find things much improved. Arriving home and thinking all was well, I stepped out on my back porch, turned on the light only to be confronted by a snake climbing down the wall...OMFG!!! I at least kept it from going into house.<br />
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However, September is looking up! I have a few trips planned this month to see family and friends. I also have a big event in town at the end of the month and a friend is coming in to attend with me. Also, it's my favorite time of the year: FOOTBALL SEASON! Despite my team's ridiculously underwhelming season last year, I'm still excited. I am a Redskins fan (yes, I still call them that!--Enough! Just change the name already and be done with it!) and desperately hoping RG3 can stay healthy. <br />
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For the most part things have been going well. I'm enjoying being employed again and having a little "jingle" in my pocket sure doesn't hurt. The "getting into shape" has slowed considerably, however. I have no excuse. Of course, now with all these things going on, I am more motivated. I need to make a big push in the next few weeks to knock off at least a few pounds. <br />
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I haven't really "met" anyone new online this year and the last time I checked Ashley Madison pickings were very slim. I did have one little adventure this summer with an old friend but it wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped it would be although the surroundings were luxurious. Always nice to be invited to a 5-star resort. Too bad it didn't result in any 5-star sex. <br />
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So that was my summer. I hope you all had a good one. As much as I hate the approach of cold weather, I do really enjoy the changing seasons. I am blessed to live in one of the truly beautiful areas of the country in the fall of the year. Too bad all of that beautiful foliage likes to land in my yard! Oh well, it's still fun to run and jump in the leaves. Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-68766107283558333542014-08-10T00:55:00.001-04:002014-08-10T00:55:26.968-04:00I Need..Tonight I need a man. Not a boy..but a MAN..in every sense of the word. The Alpha.<br />
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Take control. Throw that door open, stalk into the room loosening your tie, your eye narrowing as you see me kneeling..as you requested.<br />
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I whimper. Pant and catch my breath..your passion matches my own. I close my eyes and drink in your presence. Your scent.<br />
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I feel you circle me. Pacing. Impatient. I daren't look at you. My back arches slightly with tension. I'm barely breathing. Roughly your hands are in my hair..pulling me up. You ravage me with your mouth..pull my hair..your hands encircle my throat. I completely bend myself to your will..arching into you.<br />
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And then. I feel the blood rising..pulsing under my skin. Wait..she remembers. This is about what I NEED. Right. Fucking. Now. I rip off your shirt. Claw your chest..rake your nipples. My lips are nipping at your neck. Hands fumbling, hips rubbing against your crotch. Grinding hard against you. Hands diving and rip your pants down..I greedily reach for what I desire. <br />
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I take a fleeting glance into your eyes before I devour you..taking you into my hot, wet sweetness. Tongue encircling you, tracing you, licking you from base to tip. Moving lower, dirtier, swallow your sack. A finger tracing your bud, penetrating. Air is still..breath held..<br />
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I almost feel weightless for a moment..and then you plunge into me. Heavily, forcefully, FUCKING ME. YES! Use me..I'm yours. Rip me as I rip you. Completely, totally. Leave me bruised, as I will leave you torn and shredded.<br />
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Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-65996350088463296482014-08-03T22:07:00.000-04:002014-08-03T22:07:36.451-04:00Class of 89The dick pic. As a member of a few dating sites over the past few years, I have often been the recipient of unsolicited--and admittedly quite a few asked-for--dick pix. I find the claim of the girl in the video linked below that she has never received a dick pic a little dubious especially in this free porn era. Regardless the video is pretty funny. Her friends ever so graciously put together a slideshow of such pix for her and came up with 89 (hence the title of this post). You get to see for yourself her reaction as each dick is revealed in all its glory and the comments are quite amusing. <br />
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As for me..I've stated here several times before on this blog..it isn't the dick..it's the MAN..the mind..the imagination...that dick is attached to. That is what "gets" me. Every.Single.Time.Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-83352888834364067982014-07-28T23:59:00.000-04:002014-07-28T23:59:00.713-04:00Baby Get Ready!!I've mentioned before here how much I love to dance. I haven't really mentioned the music much. I , like most of us, have an eclectic play list. I have everything from Sinatra to Tchaikovsky, Etta James to Charlie Daniels, Adele to a one-hit-wonder college band that used to play on our campus. That's a little of what I like but I want to ask the readers: <b>what is YOUR sexy song? </b><br />
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You know. What song puts you "in the mood", makes you flashback to those sexy fun times of your youth or yesterday? Certain songs are meant to do that. Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" and "Sexual Healing" and I think a lot of people would say Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game." (which is most definitely a very sexy song) But are there other songs more obscure? We are all so unique and I'm curious (read nosy). Here are a few of mine listed below.<br />
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Probably an unusual choice for most. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's "Fishin' in the Dark" But it includes the line which is the title of this post. "Baby get ready!" For what? Gets me excited..like anything could happen tonight! Makes me want to put on a little sundress and find a fishing hole in the middle of the night."where we'll be moving slow."<br />
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Moving on..to Bob Seger. I absolutely ADORE a man with a deep, sexy, husky voice and Mr .Seger has that going on in spades! Plus he has his "Night Moves" down pat! But there's this one song that drives me crazy..(well more than one) but this is the one that comes to mind first. "Shame on the Moon." I also love "Turn the Page". Its mostly about being lonely on the road during his extensive cross country tours..BUT there are those incredibly sexy saxophone solos. Very hot!<br />
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And I'm sure I'm going to hell for this choice..but Josh Turner has the deepest most sexiest Voice EVER. I REALLY want to ride "His Long Black Train."<br />
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And hell if God doesn't want us to ride "The Long Black Train" then why the hell did he send the man with the sexiest voice ever to sing that song!! I sense a conspiracy!<br />
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This list could be endless: there is: Springsteen's "I'm on Fire", Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger", the classic Rolling Stones "Beast of Burden" and "Miss You". My list of sexy songs could go on and on. I hope you want to share yours<br />
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It is a question I've seen posed on various boards where I sometimes read. There, the general consensus seems to be "yes, it can." Of course, these people are mostly having affairs and that's why they read there so they are somewhat biased. I am pretty interested in seeing what the more "general population" thinks of the show and see if it generates any buzz. Of course, I am not married but have been involved with several married men which is why this caught my eye. I have definitely set up my DVR to record it and will be checking it out. I'm including a link to the trailer in case anyone is interested. Maybe I'll put up a follow up post if the show seems worthy. </div>
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I'm not feeling down or depressed. I think I'm just stuck. It's been quite some time since I got any and I'm trying hard and feel like I'm not getting anywhere. It's feast or famine around here. The feasts are fleeting and this famine is farflung.<br />
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I actually had a date Saturday night. It was nice, we had fun, he was a nice guy but there was absolutely zero attraction on my part. So now I will have to do "the let him down gently" email. Sigh. I seem to always have a guy or two around online to chat with. But they are all too far away to just hop in their car come over and END this famine. I'm tired. It seems like I'm putting in all the effort for very little reward lately.<br />
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I shouldn't complain. It truly was a wonderful weekend. Friday night was a great summer night. It was cool, low humidity, a full moon and just a perfect evening spent on my back porch chatting and drinking with friends. Saturday was date night and we went to a nearby town and had a lovely dinner and then went downtown to the square and listened to some live music while having drinks and again enjoying a lovely summer night. Yesterday was spent at the pool with my nephew swimming and splashing with him and cheering him on doing back and front flips off the diving board. (the child is a naturally gifted athlete). All while secretly ogling the very nice eye candy at the pool. <br />
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In other news, the shaping up plan is going well. I've now lost 10 lbs--a quarter of the way to my goal--and I'm more determined than ever to reach it by my birthday in the fall. I got into clothes this week that I haven't worn in a year. Thank goodness I can get back into my "little" shorts and am looking better and feeling much more confident these days. The new job is going well and I am incredibly busy these days. The Hot New Guy is still in the picture and I just canNOT seem to stop looking at his pix. I may have a chance to get out of town this weekend to see another friend and spend some quality time with him. <br />
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So to quote Zac Brown.."life is good today.... life is good today. <i>Adios and vaya con Dios</i>"Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-5470956350492872972014-07-06T20:54:00.000-04:002014-07-06T20:54:48.182-04:00FFF-July 4th-Let Freedom Ring!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sorry this is a little bit late. I started writing it before I left to go out of town and meant to finish it in the hotel Thursday night. Of course, I walked off and forgot it. BOY do I wish I had been laying in the hotel room writing FFF instead of what happened. I'm over it. It's done and what happened doesn't deserve to be even a little blip on this blog. Sorry to be cryptic but that's all I'm going to say. </div>
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She stood on the deck and watched as the yacht pulled into port at yet another cosmopolitan city. She looked longingly at the shore. This city was much closer to home. She grew up in a small town in Georgia. The yacht was docking in New Orleans. She looked longingly to the east.<br />
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Auguste watched her as she stood against the rail, she looked as sexy as she ever had when he had rescued her from that podunk town. How fortunate his limo had broken down that day. She looked so fetching and innocent while she poured his sweet tea. Now she is a sophisticated woman of the world. He approached her silently and she smiled as she turned toward him and reached up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.<br />
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"Come, my dear Raquelle. We must get dressed for the party. I have laid out your clothes for you. This is a very important meeting. I need you at your finest tonight, chere."<br />
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Raquelle looked at him in surprise. He had never taken an interest in what she wore other than to expect her to look her finest for him. She always tried to comply. She squealed in delight upon seeing the lovely dress and the jewelry box laying on the bed. The sapphire necklace was stunning. <br />
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He met her at the stairs. "You look perfect, darling. I have to make a very important business connection tonight so I'm afraid you may be on your own more than usual."<br />
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"That's ok, Auguste. I'm sure I can find a way to entertain myself. I'm sure the other wives are as bored as I am." She patted his arm. "Shall we go?"<br />
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Raquelle wandered the room. She had lied to Auguste. All the other wives despised her. As if she'd want their husbands! They were polite only to salvage their husband's business opportunities with Auguste's many holdings. She stopped and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. She was sipping it and watching the entrance when HE entered the room. She stood up a little straighter and kept her eyes down and watched as he made his way to the bar. <br />
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He was just her type: tall, broad, solidly built, close cut salt and pepper hair, neatly trimmed goatee (wink), confident. Definitely an alpha male. She saw the others in the room turning his way. He got a drink at the bar and turned.<br />
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Blushing she quickly looked down as he had caught her blatantly staring--hopefully not with mouth open! He raised his glass to her and appraised her slowly. Suddenly remembering she scanned the room for Auguste. He was in a corner surrounded by his cronies. The gentleman worked the room and they began the dance. She walked ahead and he pursued. She noticed him bearing down and quickly stepped out to get some air.<br />
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His voice was velvety smooth and deep behind her. "So I caught you at last. What is your name?"<br />
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"Raquelle." She hesitated to ask his and then she thought she didn't want to know. She took his arm as they walked out of the ballroom. <br />
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It was an amazing night of passion. He gave her everything Auguste could not. But the next morning the guilt overwhelmed her as she quickly dressed and slipped away. She gasped when she opened the door. She looked down in shame. Auguste lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.<br />
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"So Raquelle did you enjoy the evening I arranged for you?" She looked up in surprise. "You don't think I see how sad, how homesick you are. I am a wealthy man, yes, but an old one. No, quiet, ma chere. This was my gift to you for treating an old man so well for all these years."<br />
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She threw her arms around him. "May we please go home, now?" They wrapped their arms around each and walked into their future.<br />
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I loved this prompt and the woman in the picture above is absolutely beautiful. Again, I apologize for being late. Please head over to see <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/">Advizor</a> and all the other entries and if I'm not mistaken, next week's prompt has already been posted. <br />
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Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-63085434181359461372014-07-03T04:00:00.000-04:002014-07-03T04:00:00.368-04:00PaperThey say you learn more during your first year of life than you ever will again. They also say the first year of marriage is the hardest and I'm sure it's true of many things. Monday was my one year anniversary writing this blog. And I must say the first year has been amazing! I've made so many new friends through this blog and developed some wonderful relationships. It has been a blast! The wonderful comments and the interaction among the "blogosphere" has been all that I hoped for and more. I thank you all!<br />
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You may have noticed I completely re-designed the blog. I thought this was the perfect time to do that. I'm really pleased with the new design. Feels more modern. More me. There's another change I want to make. I want to take more risks with my writing. Mostly I've relayed info about various hook-ups/anecdotes that happened in the recent past or the present...which are fun to write, no doubt. Which is fine, it feels like the "getting-to-know-you phase when dating. I want to get deeper with my writing. For some reason I've been a little hesitant to put myself out there on some issues. I'm sure it's a self-esteem issue. But I've got to get over it. This is my blog and I can write what I want! I want to get a little deeper.<br />
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Honestly there was a time when I didn't think this little blog was going to make it. I got down and discouraged and depressed when I was out of work. I couldn't muster the energy to post anything. I would have regretted it so much if I had let this die. I'm glad I made it through. I'm sure that time will come but not now. I feel energized, happy and just ready to take on the world right now. I'm in love with writing again!<br />
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As for the title of this post, I feel I should explain. Paper is the traditional wedding gift that etiquette sites suggest as the gift on the first wedding anniversary. And while I'm not married, I felt it was <i>apropos</i>. I write in the traditional way normally. Many of these posts here began with pen to paper. So paper is my gift.<br />
<br />Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-63194366677714985792014-06-30T20:37:00.002-04:002014-06-30T20:37:41.245-04:00NevermindI found the cure for thinking about sex "too" much. WATERPARKS!!!!! All you think about there is death, torture and destruction. Yours and everyone else's. Screaming kids, yelling parents (and I'm ashamed to say I was one of them during an "episode" with my niece), kids pushing you out of their way. Worse--adults pushing you out of the way. Rowdy, stupid teenagers roughhousing in the wave pool and the list could go on and on. <br />
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But certainly not my kids(niece and nephew)...they were perfect little devils....ummmm angels. (To their extreme credit, they uttered not a word on the way home while I was navigating Waterpark City's rush hour traffic.) The incidents passed and everyone had a great time while enjoying perfect weather--84 and sunny..when it was forecast to be in the 90's today! I texted Rob that I was "gonna need a carton of cigarettes and a gallon of vodka when I got home....lol" All in all, it turned out well. Good start to the vacation. One good thing, kids exhausted and in bed BEFORE 8 o'clock.<br />
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P.P.S. Thank you very much for your thoughts on my post today. A lot of you contacted me off the blog to let me know that apparently I'm "normal. Ha! What the hell do y'all know!? LOL. Again thanks so much. Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-80487770520481808302014-06-30T04:00:00.000-04:002014-06-30T04:00:01.688-04:00Too Much?I think about sex <b>A LOT</b>. I mean like <b>ALL THE TIME</b>. When I get up in the morning, I run to my tablet to read all your wonderful blogs, check out Tumblr, check my email at all my various addresses to see if I got a message from the hot new guy. When I get home from work, the same thing. When I'm not reading blogs, I'm reading sex forums (ourhotwives.org, etc). I'm constantly in chat rooms talking with guys at night. (<i>sexy chat, anyone?</i>) Usually it's the same 2 or 3 guys that I've been chatting with for awhile...or the hot new guy They aren't geographically close and we are actually "friends". I talk with other bloggers on occasion too and I really enjoy those relationships. And poor <a href="http://curiousrob1.blogspot.com/">Rob</a> gets constantly bombarded by my thoughts during the day (not just about sex but any mundane thing I think of...sorry hun).<br />
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Is it because I'm single and not getting any regularly? Is it just the hormonal "sexual peak" that supposedly hits women in their 40's? What is it? Maybe I'm just super horny because it's been awhile (4 months..eek!!) But when I do get some, I find I want it even MORE. I never seem to be satisfied. I'm a nympho-wannabe. I use discretion and I'm NOT just going to pick up anyone. I have standards and they are good ones. I'm never going to be the girl sitting at the bar alone just looking to pick up anyone that walks by. I'm absolutely positive that I could get laid every night if I wanted that. <br />
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This can't be "normal"-- whatever that is. I feel like a horny 17 year old boy. Is this a sexual addiction? I'm not acting on it. But am I a sex addict of a sort? Does <b>everyone</b> (in the sex blogosphere? I know the real world doesn't do this) think about sex this much? I mean this isn't interrupting my work or other aspects of my life. I do my job and do it well. But even there Sex is never far off my brain! I masturbate regularly and that does ease some of the "pressure". Is this a result of living in a sexually repressed (Bible belt) culture yet constantly being bombarded with sexual imagery? <br />
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I didn't use to be like this. In fact some of my friends thought I was a total prude. This has been a relatively recent development. Honestly, it started 2 years ago..so not that recent. I was always curious and positive about sex and enjoyed it, of course. But now it's constantly on my mind. Is this a result of my gaining self-confidence and just feeling more sexual and sexy? In the real world, I don't seem to attract men that easily (and I don't know why) but online I'm a superstar (in my mind).<br />
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Maybe I'm overthinking this (duh..I overthink everything!). I'm sure a lot of men are thinking "gee, why can't my wife be like this?" and women too with their husbands. I would <i>really</i> like some feedback on this. I would love to hear any insight or your feelings or remarks on this in the comments. I'm beginning to think I need some serious help. And a good hard fuck! <br />
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EDIT: After I wrote this, I realized this is posting on my one year anniversary. I'm kind of glad. I put a lot of thought into this post and finally was able to write coherently about it. I do have a "celebration" post planned later in the week. Thanks in advance for any comments, questions, etc. Oh and if you want to email me, feel free to do that too. Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-79483209717725018622014-06-29T11:02:00.000-04:002014-06-29T11:02:02.880-04:00A Cool Change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tomorrow is a pretty big day at ye olde Simple N Sexy blog. So I thought I would take the time and do a little redecorating so to speak. I never was thrilled with the original template but it worked. This one feels more like me. I like it. A lot! <br />
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Last week was unreal. By Friday afternoon I honestly thought my head would explode. I don't recall a time I had so many positive and negative thoughts going on all at once. I was (and am still) a jumbled mess of emo! Thankfully I am on vacation all next week and will have time to gather my thoughts. I've done a lot of writing this weekend and that always helps. <br />
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I also want to say how very happy I am for <a href="http://curiousrob1.blogspot.com/">Rob</a> and his latest adventure. I was very shocked to receive his text the other night. And then I was very pissed when he teased me..lol. He really had no idea how close to death he was! I was thrilled when he agreed to call and talk it out with me. It was wonderful to hear his voice. I'm so glad this was such a positive experience for him. <br />
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The "Shaping Up" plan is going well. I'm down 8lbs now and only 2 away from my 4th of July goal of losing 10. It's good to know that I've done it before and I WILL do it again! Losing weight, I mean. It's funny once I get my head straight and get determined, the weight seems to fall off. Getting my head straight is the hardest part by far. <br />
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I'm working hard for this body and it's way past time to put it to good use! And I may have the chance this week while I'm off. I've mentioned briefly that I've been chatting with a hot new guy. (For some reason I'm having a hard time thinking of a name for him here so I think I'm going with HNG). He is very attractive and has opened the door to a very titillating possibility. I hope we get the chance to meet. So far its been fun and very hot. <br />
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And she walks off singing "Vacation's all I ever wanted. Vacation have to get away!"Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-65810604525837165392014-06-25T21:57:00.000-04:002014-06-25T21:57:17.326-04:00Are They Better?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other day Rob and I were chatting and realized that next week would be the 1 year anniversary of our 1st hookup. We both then began reading back in our blogs recalling fond memories (ummmm bent over a chair in the office..being fucked from behind..sorry got distracted). This led to what I thought was a pretty hilarious chat. I thought it was funny and I hope it doesn't turn out to be an "I guess you had to be there" post. As an aside Rob and I are no longer hooking up but remain good friends. <br />
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Rob: Yep, hehe<br />
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Me: OK now I gotta go read both our posts again...lol.<br />
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Rob: I'm re-reading a bunch of mine from last summer, lol.<br />
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Me: That was a good summer :)<br />
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Rob: Yep :)<br />
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(a little later on) Me: OK I gotta stop reading blog posts and looking at your pix. Otherwise I might drive to xyz and attack! lol<br />
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Rob: Rofl<br />
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Me: Plus someone gave me cucumbers and they're sitting on my desk...And all I can think is "are cucumbers better than men?" Lmao!!<br />
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Rob: Now there's a picture I'm getting in my head...you with a cucumber :D<br />
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(a little while later I text him back after driving to my Mom's for lunch--giggling all the way)<br />
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Me: I'm not fucking a cucumber and sending you pix! Lol Altho one is kind of girthy...and the other has the gspot curve...lol<br />
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Me: I just keep picturing getting busted and my Mom saying "eat your veggies..don't fuck em" lol<br />
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Rob: Rofl..no reason you can't do both. <br />
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(Pic sent of the cukes--actual one is above)<br />
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Later that night I went back to my Mom's for dinner and of course I had given the cukes to her. We had lasagna and a salad. I was giggling again when I asked my Mom to "Pass the cucumbers, please." <br />
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Hope you enjoyed the little anecdote as much as I did.<br />
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I thought I'd give a little update too about a few things. The "getting in shape" finally seems to be paying off. I've lost 5 lbs and I've been walking just about every night for a few miles. I know I've lost inches and my clothes are fitting looser. I just wish I was seeing more results on the scale. But I'm not getting discouraged and I'm pretty determined to knock off those pounds.<br />
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Plus I have some pretty good inspiration to keep working out. I've been chatting with the hottest guy the last few days. I'm pretty excited about it. Dontcha love NRE!! He's not in my town but fairly close by. Close enough that we can meet in the middle anyway. Next week I am on vacation but not going out of town so this means we are working hard on setting something up. I set myself a goal next week. To get laid or die trying! Of course, I'll proceed with caution and the usual safety arrangements (meet in public, text a friend, etc). It's the 4th of July and I need some fireworks!! Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-9868011042521185272014-06-15T22:36:00.000-04:002014-06-15T22:36:17.506-04:00Toes in the SandFirst and foremost let me wish all the blog fathers out there a very <b>Happy Father's Day!</b> I miss my Dad very much. He looked so big and tough but was a total teddy bear...he had such a tender heart. Love and miss ya so much!<br />
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This will be kind of a "random thoughts" post. I know I haven't written much lately but it's been so crazy since I went back to work. I seem to have a life again! :)<br />
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> I had so much fun at the beach! It was a family trip so no shenanigans as expected. It was very relaxing and I definitely enjoyed all the eye candy on the beach. There was the usual assortment of hot 20-somethings but I found my eye was still drawn to the late-30s-early-50 something MEN. They are just so hot, confident and super SEXY!<br />
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>OMG..it is imPOSSIBLE to get a bottle of vodka in MB after 7pm on Sat nite....wtf!!!<br />
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>Normally I'm so sad leaving the ocean but this time..I will be HOME ALONE for 4 nights! Peace and quiet at last. I love, love, love the Brown Eyed Girl (niece) and my Lil Man (nephew) but just gimme a break!<br />
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> On other fronts it's been kind of a bad week. A trip I was very much anticipating didn't happen. I got the brush off from 2 other guys. And rt now I hope I get laid again! Eek! I know it's usually feast or famine but this dry spell seems especially long!<br />
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> I totally need a spa day. Hair cut & colored. Nails & toes done. Full body massage. I really want Crash from Bull Durham to tie me to the bed and paint my nails...ooh and shave me bare :).<br />
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> I went to the pool today and there was actual eye candy! I found myself staring at this one hot guy. Fit, bald but owning it..shaved..I love that!, tan , big broad shoulders, trim waist. His GF was there..but I think he might be the picture of my fantasies for a bit.<br />
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OK enough randomness. For the record.I'm horny and need to get laid! Soonest! HELP!<br />
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<br />Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-28769218739155669622014-06-05T22:58:00.000-04:002014-06-05T22:58:35.051-04:00Cruisin' On Ocean BoulevardThat will be me this weekend. Well honestly probably not. But I WILL be in Myrtle Beach! I can't wait. I definitely need a road trip. Recently <a href="http://regularguygonebad.blogspot.com/">Ryan Beaumont</a> of <i>AM Adventures</i> <i>et al</i> and his friend Victoria posted their "visitors guide" and I highly recommend you check it out. I've been to a lot of those places and they are all great. This will be a family trip for me so I do not expect to have any amorous misadventures but I can still look at all the eye candy.<br />
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People watching at the beach is so much fun! I get my Cosmo magazine and park my sunglasses just above the top and watch to my heart's content. Plus everyone else around me is doing the same and it's so fun to hear that everyone else is thinking the same thing I am. "Why the hell is a 400lb woman wearing a bikini on the beach?" Yes I know that's so bad and judgmental but I can be a snarky bitch. And yeah the guys still wearing the Speedo "banana slings" just ew in my little humble opinion. And why do they always have a hairy back!! But then the 20-something hottie walks by kicking a soccer ball and you can literally see all the women on the beach sit up a little straighter. It's even more fun watching the men and their wives when the barely legal girls stroll thru. He's trying hard to avoid drooling and his wife is fuming at him. <br />
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My family has been going to Myrtle Beach since I was 13. Ryan is quite right when he states that it is a "rite of passage" for the kids of our area to go there and sow some wild oats. Thankfully I grew up in the pre-cell phone/social media/YouTube age or I fear quite a few of my beach exploits would be exposed. My most memorable trip saw me off from home perfectly healthy and 3 days later I was coming home in 2 casts following an operation. A car wreck. Ironically exactly 10 years later on the very same day I was involved in yet another accident..you guessed it..on my way to Myrtle Beach. <br />
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MB is touristy, over-crowded, expensive and traffic-filled during the summer but still I love it. I have so many wonderful memories there. I was sitting on the deck of my oceanfront room with the bright light of a full moon shining in, the night I signed the contract to buy my 1st house. I remember settling back in my chair, toasting the moon and feeling like a grown up for the 1st time. I think all I need is an ocean to make me happy.Simplicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202432448722905961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938409102034537143.post-32431921016037347832014-06-01T21:52:00.002-04:002014-06-01T21:52:47.617-04:00Find Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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