Beyond S'Mores

Several years ago I chaperoned a Girl Scout overnight camping trip and brought back a recipe that we still use for our own camping trips and sleepovers.  It's similar to s'mores but uses tortillas; you lay the tortilla flat and put a variety of candy chips on it (I particularly recommend peanut butter and dark chocolate, but of course you can add other flavours as well) and mini marshmallows, then roll the tortilla around the chips to form a burrito shape, wrap in foil, and put over the flames for about ten minutes.  A decadent yummy treat, and makes a nice breakfast with coffee the following morning too :)

A recent thread on FetLife mentioned another use for marshmallows: sexy glue!! I've started to play with this concept and my first foray was quite stimulating indeed.  It had been awhile since I had done any type of sensation play (before my surgery!) and I was eager to give this a go.

Rather than nuking marshmallows, I took a suggested shortcut and picked up some Marshmallow Fluff to try.    When next I have the house to myself, I believe I would love to experiment with warm toasted marshmallows (mmmmm... ) but in the interest of time I started with this room-temperature goo.

To the breasts.

I was hesitant to get either the nip rings or the clit piercing involved as I didn't want jewelry getting pulled out over this.  After this experiment I'm thinking they would've probably been okay with the fluff.

After I applied a good bit of the fluff inside my bra, I went off to tech rehearsal for the evening (I had to wear a loose sweatshirt over my shirt as it was sticking to me rather funny... )

One property of the fluff that I soon discovered is that it expands rapidly with body heat.  Less is more in this case... I think I may have overdone how much I stuffed into the bra...


The sensation was odd... It felt as though I had padded myself with foam insulation.  There was also a tugging sensation brought about because I was adhering to my clothes.  It made my nipples feel more sensitive even though the goo never went there :)

It went everywhere else though! :)

When I returned home, I sent the kids to bed and then extended the experiment by adding more fluff to a pair of underwear (I used an old 'granny' set to increase the coverage area.  The goop quickly spread once again, though it didn't get into the clit area at all.

Touching the 'loaded' underwear reminded me of the gel foam stuff they put in diapers now to make them more absorbent (no, I don't wear them, but I'm not that far removed from having had to change them...)  This stuff was more mobile though, and I had to be careful where I stood as some gobs of goo dripped out.

The pulling sensation was stronger below as it involved the tops of my legs, particularly in the creases of the groin area and where butt meets thigh.  I could feel the adhesive quality then, a bit like ripping off tape as I walked about.

Clean-up was easy; the stuff dissolves in water and washes away easily, though I scrubbed a bit to get rid of that sticky feeling that seemed to stay behind.  Definitely worth trying again and adding toys to the fun!

WW & HNT: Attention Shoppers!

For the next stop along my quest to be publicly wanton, I visited a chain store of some repute...

As I would be doing this solo, and knew I had to be rabbit-fast in my reactions, I went in with my ashirt tugged down to expose my breasts, covered by a black zip hoodie.  Make no mistake, this place was packed as people shopped pre-hurricane (this was the Saturday afternoon before Tropical Storm Irene hit our area the next day).

I wandered up and down aisles and finally found an opportunity to take a first shot...

and then a second...

literally seconds before someone would walk by at the end of an aisle! scary fun!  And just to show that I can be equal opportunity in regards to exposing breastage...

I was giggling by the time I left the store at all the close calls... definitely an adrenaline high!! in the series of Dragon De-scalings :)
And since then, I've gone and done another round of photos in another spot, so look to next week for more...

I do believe this brings me to point #8 in the Scavenger Hunt

Go see who else is being wanton here (Yay! Lilly's back! and thanks to Molly for her interim hosting during the summer)

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TMI Tuesday: Naked

1. What do you wear to sleep in?

Depends on the season… in the winter I have my ‘fuzzies’ (flannel jammies and gowns), in the summer it’s usually just a long T-shirt.  When I’m alone in the house, of course, I’m totally nakie no matter what the season…

2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?

Yes, when I have the house to myself I do… can’t really do it with three very observant kids around.

3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?

I’ve been there in only a towel, but that’s the closest I’ve gotten… so far anyway… *evil glint to eye*

4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?

I really wish our country didn’t have the double standards it does between men and women baring their chests… I would so go topless to all the places men do now.

5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?

Depends on where I am… in public my suit doesn’t get touched at all.  In private areas I may unhook the back.

6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?

If I had the opportunity, yes of course.  Why wouldn’t I? isn’t that the point?

7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public? If not would you if it turned your partner on?

Yes, I have… it’s my newest thrill.  I don’t do it on command though… the circumstances have to be right.

8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?

Not a full one in either case, but I’ve drawn out the undressing process.  It’s fun, rather like unwrapping presents.

9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?

Yes, I have, with others.  A group of us had a party at a lake up in New Hampshire and went skinny dipping after dark.  It was quite fun and I would do it again if the circumstances presented themselves, either alone or with others.

10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?

*shrugs* I enjoy the view under the right circumstances, but I don’t seek it out.  Being in the health care field, I’ve seen enough naked bodies on display to last a lifetime.  I also don’t hold any illusions that mine provides any allure.

Bonus:  Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?

I have had sex behind stores in a wooded plaza, and I’ve had sex in the woods and on the beach.  I enjoy sex outdoors, but the circumstances have to be right, and I wouldn’t want to be in risk of getting arrested.  I’ve had sex with others nearby and the atmosphere was right for it.  But you won’t find me going at it on the steps of the State House LOL


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The Nature of Relationships: An Update

It's high time I addressed this here, it's been something I've been turning over in my mind for a good while and I need to put it down where I can see it instead of it being this nebulous 'thing' in my brain.  I'm talking about my relationships and my current take on them, both online (cyber) and in real time (RT).

I have stated that I am a solo act and that I am by nature monogamous.  That is true, to a point.  I have no current physical relationships with anyone, including my husband, whom I will not leave.  I have been monogamous in the sense that when I have entered into a physical relationship, it has been with one person only.  Whilst I have been asked to consider threesomes ~ and I remind the reader that I am bisexual by nature ~ I have not actually indulged in one since the mid-80s.  Not that I am at all opposed to the idea with the right dynamic, just that it has not happened.

The fact that I would even consider a physical relationship beyond my marriage has a lot to do with the first Dom I spoke with.  When I first joined FetLife I figured that I would just be listening and learning, but not doing anything.  I was reasonably content with my solo ministrations and my erotica.  After some long late night discussions, I came to understand, if not fully internalise, that I was doing myself a disservice by not having an intimate connection ~ a way to pull close to someone and drop a cover, however briefly, over the rest of the world for some private 'us' time to re-charge the batteries so to speak.

Well, that does require having another person involved doesn't it... I warred with myself for some time over the fact that that person no longer seemed to be Taz.  We still have a relationship and a marriage, yes, but it is as two friends, nothing more.  There is no spark, no romance, no sexual interaction of any kind beyond my occasional tries.  And yet, I will never leave him... he deserves to have a life partner who will be there for him even if he no longer desires the physical.

Can I tell him about all of this?  No, I don't feel I can.  The reader may disagree with me here, but truly... unless you've walked in my shoes you cannot judge me.  You cannot know what I've done, what I've been through.  You cannot know how I've tried.

So, where does this leave me?  I am not one to run out there and go for the 'one night fling.'  It is not easy for me to navigate the social scene, and I am not one for 'casual' relationships.  Yet... I cannot ask for exclusivity either, since I can't give myself 'wholly' to another.  The best I can hope for is a relationship that may last for a long time, but where I must share attention with other competing relationships, hoping that what I have to offer is enough to continue to justify the bond.  I cannot become jealous or 'needy'; I must have other outlets for that.

This isn't a 'poly' thing; my understanding of poly is that all parties know and interact with each other on some level.  I can't ever let that happen.  Couldn't bear to be in the midst of it when the inevitable conflict occurred.

Truly, it's enough to make me want to crawl under a rock and deny that I need any type of connection.  But I already know that that's not healthy nor right... and besides, too late!  I do have connections.

I have a kindred spirit in kink, a fellow sub with whom I can share everything.  Such a give-and-take is very rare and precious; I consider myself very fortunate to have this relationship.

There is an occasional connection by chat and phone with a sadistic Dom with a terrific commanding voice who can send me 'there' with a few simple commands.  He reads my blog and takes me to task for posting the pictures that I do... as much as he loves seeing them... it's a funny kind of relationship that works because I don't expect anything from it.

In both cases I need to stay sharply aware that I cannot let my heart rule my head.  I know that I cannot be the be-all and end-all for either of them; both have needs I cannot possibly satisfy.  The reverse is true as well.

Complicated, eh?

In RT... well... there've been a couple of people who've expressed interest in meeting up with me at a local Munch.  Another whom I may be meeting for coffee in a couple of weeks.  Nothing that I'm hanging my hopes ~ or my heart ~ on.  I can't afford to, and after the experiences I've had this year ~ and in the past ~ my trust in human nature is pretty damn low if not non-existent.  It's just best if I have no expectations other than hoping that I will eventually make a connection that will be the basis of a mutually beneficial relationship.

The heart?  Well, the heart will just have to fend for itself.

Sinful Sunday: Feet on Stage

I have a performance this week for which I have to be in formal wear, black, with a splash of vibrant colour. I decided to have the 'splash' be fishnet stockings, which will definitely add some 'punch' to my solo.  Now as to shoes...

I realise the heels probably look better

And definitely more sinful ;)

But I am still clinging tightly to my jazz shoes

Not as sinful, but safer for this klutz :)

Meantime, I have the 'brassiere of the week' nailed LOL

(Mentioned in my solo piece)

Not that I plan to go flashing that! though it would make an interesting addition to my Scavenger Hunt quest...

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Freaky Follow-up

The other day I went back to my friendly neighbourhood OB/GYN surgeon (remember her?) for my six-week follow-up to get cleared for 'getting back to business', so to speak... I had started back to work full-time earlier in the week, but we wanted to be sure I was healed internally in order to allow fun things such as bike riding and penetrative activities.

After the nurse checked me in and put me in an exam room, she asked if I minded if a student joined the good doctor.  No, of course not...! so they sent the poor hapless student in to interview me first.  I was frank with my answers but kept it light; she seemed sweet and a little nervous and I didn't want to scare her.

Not yet anyway...

She eventually finished the list of questions on her clipboard and went to fetch the doctor.  I had thought they would do an ultrasound but no... just a typical pelvic exam.  The doctor checked my incision first then asked me if I minded if she guided the student through the pelvic exam.  I said that was fine, adding that they would need to be careful with the clit piercing as it was still fairly new.

Pause.

"Clit piercing??  Uuhhh, OK..."

To her credit, the student did well getting the speculum in there without incident and then the doctor described what she was looking at and finished the exam with a good probing grope with her gloved thumb.

The good news is that I am healing well, can go back to lifting and bike riding and most other strenuous activities.  Go me!!

The bad news is that I still have to hold off on penetrative vaginal intercourse until mid-September because of the way the vagina is healing.  The cervix was removed in surgery to ensure that there would be no more dysfunctional bleeding; that end was then stitched shut so takes longer to heal than when the cervix is spared.  So, all those nice fellows who have been in queue to take me hard these next couple weeks will have to re-schedule... ;)

As she was wrapping up the visit and writing the clinic note, she said, "I have to ask... how painful was it to get that clit piercing?"

The student was of course still in the room.  Ah, might as well...

"Not bad.  I mean, I scared the piercer a bit when I yelled..."

"Well, of course you would yell!! You'd think she'd be used to that."

"No, some find it quite pleasurable in fact.  Some women even orgasm during it."

Her face was priceless.  The student was impressed, I think. :)

I added, "And it was nowhere near as painful as other piercings I've had..."

Of course she had to ask, "What other piercings would those be?"

"The nips."  I grinned.  "Those were the worst going in, though I recovered pretty quickly."

She was clearly overwhelmed at this point, although she pulled herself together nicely.  The student was definitely grinning, I think her day of observation had definitely been made :)

The good doctor then brightly declared that she'd see me in a year and left with the student so I could re-clothe.  I'm sure there was chatter in the office after I left as to what I might be sporting for piercings the next time I'm in ;)

WW & HNT: Woody Fun

I got brave again this past week and had two new adventures in wanton exposure ;)
In true Dragon De-scaling style, I'm going to stretch them out over two weeks...

The East Coast was getting ready for Hurricane Irene.  The weather was starting to get a bit wild; rains were picking up, the air was getting tropical.  Word on the streets was that those of us in New England and New York would get hit sometime on Sunday.  On Saturday afternoon, I finally saw the opportunity for some 'alone' time and took full advantage.  Taz was taking the twins clothes-shopping for school whilst I dropped my older daughter off at a party.  After that, I would be free!!!

I had already pre-loaded the car with camera, tripod, golf umbrella, and shower curtain (the latter two items to set up a windbreak to protect the camera, as I planned to shoot out-of-doors).  Rain was coming down rather heavily as I dropped my daughter off, but my spirits were still high, so I set off for the forest not far from where we live.

There was no way I was getting in through the main entrance to the state park

So I went up a back road... and looked for a good place to pull over.  I considered a couple places before finally settling on one I was sure would not have anyone passing by...

The rain had let up a bit, so I didn't take the shower curtain.  I took the golf umbrella though, and of course the tripod and camera and set off into the woods to grab some nymph shots.  Several hundred feet from the road I found the perfect spot and set up.

After a test shot, I was ready to bare my chest for the camera

Then I got bolder and pulled off my shorts.  As I started taking shots, a pickup truck passed by on the road (I don't think he could see anything, but it still freaked me a bit) and then I think it was the same pickup truck that came back the other way two shots later.  I was too nervous at that point to go for broke, but I think the shots I did capture suffice to make a valid claim for a 7th point on the Scavenger Hunt!

I was quite wet and giggly as I re-claimed my clothes and gear... and the 'high' I felt at that point was quite delicious!  I scampered back to the car and moved on to my next target...

Hope you enjoyed my little adventure!  The word prompt was 'word'

And I'm sure you can find others being wanton here

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TMI Tuesday: I Love Music

I Love Music

I love music, any kind of music

I love music, just as long as it’s groovin’

1. What’s the most annoying song in the world?

Anyone who’s ever been to Disney World knows this one… “It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears, It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears…”

2. What’s the saddest song in the world?

“Christmas Shoes” I don’t know who sings it, but it’s one of those ‘Carols at Christmastime’ that just get you right here… *thumps chest*

3. What’s the sexiest song in the world?

I truly don’t have a good answer for this one.  The song I would pick if forced to make a choice would be “I’m Never Gonna Leave This Bed” by Maroon 5

4. Name a new, to you, band or music artist that you can’t get enough of? Post a link to one of their songs.

My latest fascination is Evanescence…

5. Have you met any famous musicians?

Yep… BB King (a blues singer) and Huey Lewis (from Huey Lewis and the News)

6. What song best describes your life?

I’ll do one better… this very special video puts a spin on where I am in my life at the moment and the fact that I can laugh at it so well…

  

7. How important is your partner’s taste in music to you?

Not at all… my tastes in music are quite eclectic.  Just don’t play them at high volume 24/7 please…

8. Do you sing in the shower?

Oh my yesh… often in different languages.  If I’m NOT singing… it usually means I’m angry/depressed…

9. What was the last live music show you attended? Did you buy a t-shirt?

I don’t do live music shows as I can’t stand crowds… I think the last I was dragged to was a Peter, Paul, and Mary concert many years ago now… and no, I didn’t get a t-shirt

10. What’s the sweetest song in the world?

I’m torn between “The Candy Man” and “A Spoonful of Sugar (Helps The Medicine Go Down)”

11. Can you play a musical instrument? Which one?

Yes, several.  Violin, cello, percussion, oboe, piano, baroque recorder, kazoo, slide whistle… before you laugh, I’ve played all of these in live performances.

12. Are you in a band or are you a performing solo music artist? If yes, what kind of music do you play?

Not per se.  I do perform on stage on a regular basis and yes, I perform solo songs, but it’s not a “band” type of deal…

13. Have you ever dated a musician?

Yep, out of convenience since we were both in the same band/orchestra… Bis (my first husband) also performed music on stage.

14. Are you a groupie?
- If yes, for what artist/band?
- If no, do you wish you were and for what music performing artist or band?

NO.  That lifestyle is not for me.  There are many artists I admire, but I would not wish to be their ‘groupie’

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In other news… I have been without power as a result of Hurricane Irene, and I’m also starting back to work this week, so I will not be blogging nor Twittering as often.  Hopefully things will lighten up by the end of the week… :/

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Sinful Sunday: Silent Passion

There is more than one way to get one's point across... some time ago on my blog I shared how to say I Love You without words.  It's time to share some more in the spirit of being sinful ;)

Fuck

me

(done with a sweeping circular motion)

please 

Don't I share nicely though?


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Fishnets and Heels

I have a bit of an announcement, and this is a good time too to address some things for people who have only just started following my blog.

Somewhat over a month ago, I had revealed that I was under the instruction of a Dom.  That relationship has now ended, as those who follow me on Twitter are likely aware.

I'm left with a box of fishnet and heels.

I'll not go into details.  I'm quite grateful it wasn't at all as explosive as the end of my previous D/s relationship; it was quite civil and we are still friends.  As far as the future goes... well, I should direct attention to a couple of earlier posts that are quite in full effect, and that will give you an idea of my modus operandi.  The first can be found here, and the second here.  I urge you to take the time to (re-)read them.

I'm looking forward to next Wednesday, when I should get the 'green' signal to go back to full penetrative play!  I have missed my sessions and am looking forward to going full-tilt into new experiences in the very near future :)

Sex and Menstruation, Kinky Style

Obviously, this topic is all behind me... but Molly asked for viewpoints and this was a topic that certainly has played into my sexuality, so I figured I would give it a go.  If nothing else, it will give the reader another perspective on the subject of sexual intercourse during menstruation.

First, a bit of background.  I have been a nurse working with special needs populations for... a long time.  Before that, I was in a variety of layman roles working with special needs individuals hands-on, teaching basic life skills and activities of daily living including showering, dressing, toileting, et cetera ad nauseam for a long time... since my teens.  Doing such intimate care over the years has fairly well inured me to bodily functions and secretions.  Very little squicks me out in dealing with it in the everyday.

Dealing with it in terms of sex and kink?  Well, that's another matter.  Purposeful scat is just nasty, and a hard limit for me.  So are vomit and spit.  I'm on the fence about purposeful peeing... I work with some folks who literally get 'pissed off' and I think it's funny as hell.  The rest of the bodily secretions I consider involuntary and so of no consequence, and that's where menstrual flow falls.

In my vanilla life... well, Bis had no problem with it, at least early on... we would just throw down a towel and go for it.  For a couple of days before and the first couple days of flow, a woman is more 'engorged' in the nethers, so therefore more sensitive... I found it enjoyable.  Towards the end we didn't do it so much, not sure whether the other women he was with turned him off to it or he simply had too many other options.

Taz was never into it, and I didn't push it... he had enough trouble dealing with performance issues, and I just wanted him to feel comfortable with whatever we were doing.  In the end, it didn't matter... and he totally missed the trauma of the final few months of constant bleeding before I had the surgery this summer.

As a bisexual woman... well, it has just never come up with any of my partners, at least so far.  Would I have a problem with it?  No.  I would be guided by whatever my partner was comfortable with.

Whilst I was going through the 'constant bleeding' part, I had one young Master with whom I was in correspondence tell me how hot he thought that was; for him it was actually a fetish.  That revelation was just amazing to me after so many years of less than positive reactions.  I was doing a lot of solo play by then, and again the constant congestion in the nethers made for some fantastic orgasms, but I hated doing much penetrative stuff because of the necessary clean-up afterwards.  The orgasms themselves increased the rate of flow significantly, which was kind of scary, and whilst it didn't bother me in terms of the squick factor I was hesitant to subject any potential lovers to it.

As it turned out, it's been a moot point.  My flow was absent the day I had my first real-life session with a Dom, which was good considering I already had the jitters.  The other session I had, shortly before surgery, the flow was minimal and of no consequence as far as the Dom was concerned; our focus was far more sensual than sexual.  And now it doesn't matter, unless another woman is added into the equation (which is a subject for another post, another day)...

WW & HNT: Takin' It to the Street

The moon was full, the night was warm and I was feeling restless.  The 'take it easy' part of this 'rehab from surgery' rubbish was starting to get to me and I needed a little excitement.  So... I tossed a sundress over my a-shirt, pulled off my shorts, and snuck out of the house with my camera and tripod.

Did I mention the moon was full?

Now, I live in a patch of woods with no streetlights, so when I say it was dark, it was DARK.  A fact I'd be very glad for in a little bit.

I made my way carefully along with the torch I keep handy for tech work at the theatre.  I was heading for the part of the road that has an honest-to-goodness street sign that I could pose with.  At this time of the night there was the occasional car that came past the area I was thinking of, and of course people in their homes were still awake, so there was a certain element of danger.

I arrived at the intersection of two streets and the vista of sky opened up... we often come down here to stargaze and watch meteor showers.  The neighbours at the corners still had their lights on, which put a thrill of fear through me... would they notice my camera flashes and peer out to see what was going on?  I set up my tripod and had just taken a test shot when I heard the jingle of a dog collar.  Damn!

A minute later I heard the dog trying to break free of its leash to come at me, and a man's voice.   Immediately I scooped up the tripod with the camera still attached and slipped back into the blackness, moving swiftly up the street in the direction I had come from.  I didn't stop until I reached my driveway; and as it turned out the man and dog were my neighbours across the way.  I waited until I heard them enter their house, then walked back down the street, my heart still pounding from the close call.

Back at the street sign, I set up the tripod once more and stood beneath the street sign to get another test shot.  I was very conscious of all the lights still on in people's houses and alert for any cars, but fortunately remained undistracted and undiscovered as I set up and took my final shot.

Success!  I began to chuckle as I broke down my equipment and was positively giddy by the time I was heading back up the road toward home!  Another successful Dragon De-scaling ;)

Hopefully this has given me my 6th point in the Scavenger Hunt :)

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