Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Signal

One 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."

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.

We're going home!

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!

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.

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.

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".

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 was her toe stroking against the arch of his foot..oh thank God..the SIGNAL.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Some Much Needed R & R ;)

Rob 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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!

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.

Update: You can find Rob's take on the weekend here and i've added our partner's thoughts below.

ZRob's Brief Take On the Weekend
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.
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 :).
I do wish I had thought about the tag teaming that Simplicity talked about in her post, 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.
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.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

I've Got Skillz

The 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?

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.

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.

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.  

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 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.

(An aside a favor for friend Rob 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.

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.....)

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.

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.
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.

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 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.

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.

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!

Monday, August 3, 2015

Roller Coaster

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 dull. 

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 4th—YES! 4TH!!!—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 opportunities to get out and about. 

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 hiking after all the “hiking” J we were doing.  His area is absolutely beautiful country and there are lots of outdoorsy, fun things to do. 

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!

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. 

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!!  

Thursday, February 12, 2015

FFF-2/13/2015--The Un-Valentine

Required Phrase - "And then my Crazy Ex......."
Word Limit - 2 short chapters of 230 each
Forbidden Phrase - Burned
Bonus Words if someone ends up dead.
Extra Credit if you fictionaliz a real world story.

And remember, rules were made to be broken

The signs began popping up all over town.  A red heart with the diagonal stripe through it.  The ultimate Un-Valentine's Day message.  No one understood the importance of the message that was about to be delivered.  

Thankfully the proprietors of all the sporting goods stores in town chalked up the bow and arrow sales to the popularity of The Hunger Games.  The Team met every Thursday night for practice, preparation and planning.  Finally it was time to set the plan in action.  Each of the conspirators had their targets and knew their current whereabouts.  This Friday the 13th will be very unlucky indeed.

As night fell the 2-person teams moved into position.  The first to go down is Charlene's bastard husband, Rick the Dick.  He was always so jealous yet Charlene couldn't go out, kept a spotless home, never gave her a dime.  Of course that didn't stop him from waving his dick at every woman in town.  He went down fast outside the bar with an arrow straight through his heart.  The tag with the heart seen all over town floated from the end of the arrow.  

The next target was Phillip--a classic abuser.  Joni won't be "falling down" anymore.  Then Justin the "Artist" whose only "work of art" was draining Macey's bank accounts, pushing her credit cards to their limits and drinking her beer and emptying the pantry while he "worked" on his novel.  One after one deadbeats fell all over town.  All with arrows piercing their black hearts.  

The Team regrouped at their hideaway deep in the woods.  Their leader, Ben, gathered all the ladies in front of him.  

"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?  

His eyes scanned the path looking into the darkness.  He missed the whoosh of the arrow as it flew out of the woods straight into his heart.  As he lay gasping for his last breath, Jenna stood above him.  

" I waited for five long years for you to propose.  It was always some excuse.  Yes, we had plenty of time.  I suppose I should have known after all the correct response when someone says 'I love you' ISN'T 'Thank you'.  

I apologize for the error in the picture above.  These days I have to post from my tablet and after working for 45 minutes to fix it, I just left it.  I must say it feels good to be back participating in FFF again after a long hiatus.  I hit a dry spell with my writing and not much has been going on lately.  I'm once again looking for work, I am still talking with the WV guy and that is going well although our planned Valentine's meeting has been postponed.  I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day!  Please check out the other entries at Advisor's place.  

P.S.  I just realized I forgot the required phrase.  Oh well as Ad says rules are meant to be broken.  Happy FFFriday!

Thursday, January 1, 2015


OK I don't make resolutions usually but I do resolve to be a better blogger this year.  My NYE kind of sucked actually.  I fucked up with the guy I've been "seeing."  It's in quotes because how can you see him when it's long distance.  Way to go me!   Way to start off the new year--by being bitchy and effing things up.  

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 always been the biggest reason I write.  I miss the dialogue.  

I'm without a computer at home which is a big reason for the low production lately.  (Please excuse the typos...I have to write from my tablet and I can't see what I'm typing...very frustrating.).   I did want to drop in and say I've missed you all and that I wish you well and best wishes for the new year.  

I'm sure things will work out one way or the other with the long distance guy.  Either way whether we stay together or not.  That's the great thing about New Year's--it's a fresh start filled with potential.  Again Happy 2015 to you all.  

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thank You

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.