Traveler added me to his OK Cupid dating profile.
I cannot say enough how much I love this. I teared up. My beautiful man listed me as one of his partners. He isn’t out in many places, but out there dating he claimed me. I am one of his partners. He let people he would date and play with know right up front that I exist and it makes me feel safe and important and loved. I’m listed right there in the first section as his girlfriend, with how long we’ve been together and a link to my profile and everything.
Traveler and I are OKC official. :D
This one has a lot of talk about piercings and a fantasy with one of my loves, so skip this one if you like. ;)
leather cuffs, can be bought from amazon.
(Amazon Link to Leather Blindfold) <- click here.
(Amazon Link to Leather Cuffs) <- click here.
So Traveler and I fished the same girl. It was bound to happen, but we both started talking to her on the same day (yesterday) and about many of the same things, sharing very similar interests. And holy fuck. I’m getting my piercings as soon as I get back from my weekend away. I don’t care and I can’t wait.
I told this girl, Threes we’ll call her, about the piercings I wanted and we got all worked up talking about it because she’d found me via my answers about piercing questions. She shares my interest. And when I told her how I’d been planning for MONTHs to get them this month and that I was totally crestfallen to put them off because of surgery in a few months she said “why don’t you just do it and get nylon piercings to hold the holes while you do surgery? Eureka.
I’m getting them ASAP. I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT! All those months of planning and dreaming and thinking about them and all the porn and pictures and imaginings. Growl. Yes!
And oh god I have a fantasy.
It’s graphic. You were warned. Do not read this is fantasies about me and my loves would be at all upsetting. Continue Reading »
Sexy lady found at singaporestoriesbyrya
The latest Non-Monocast Podcast posted. It’s called Slutty Girls and the Men Who Love Them. It’s Non-Monocast number 17.
It’s kinda fun. It’s about my recent epic threesome as my first time swinging! Yes! And it’s about slutty girls, and fun, and gushing, and talking about it all, and men who love slutty girls. Listen to it for free here.
Woman striking a pose on a settee found at pinterest.
This one has a lot of sex. Skip if you like. ;)
Okay.. so I need to put my whole BRCA genetic cancer deal on a slower track. The next test will take a few weeks or a few months. So I guess this isn’t going to be a sprint. Which is nice. I feel this urge to enjoy.
Part of what seems kinda unfair about this is that I finally gushed. I’ve squirted for a few years and I recently reached a new peak. I gushed. I thought it was a fluke. It wasn’t. Damn you Quinky! You sexy beast! Quinky cursed me.
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So, things are pretty good… but I was freaking out a little. I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at reconstructed breasts and what the hell all of this involves. And it’s freaking me out a little. In NOT-unexpected keystone-cop-style awesomeness, the VA lost the consult to finish my genetic testing. It’s going to take about a month to get results and I have to start over. The office that recommends where to get the test is overwhelmed and can’t recommend where I need to go. So I spent a bunch of today looking at websites for genetic testing centers and oncology departments and trying to figure out how to gauge such things. Then I spent a bunch of time last night and tonight looking at reconstructed breasts and procedures. I had been laughing and amusing myself with the idea of perkier, bigger augmented breasts as a reward for all of this BRCA gene bullshit. But that’s not really accurate is it? I might end up with breasts that don’t have nipples.. or surgeries that remove muscle and fat from my stomach to make new breasts, or weeks of inflating tissue expanders under my “breasts” to make room for implants under my chest wall to make new breasts, AFTER mastectomy and a surgery to preserve nipples, if I’m lucky. Is it just me or does all of that sound like a horror show?
And the pictures. They are freaking me out a little. I don’t like getting fillings in my TEETH because I hate being vulnerable. What the fuck am I going to do if I have to spend months removing and making new breasts??!? Deep breath. I’d live. Continue Reading »
I’m still processing some stuff, but for now the storm has passed with Traveler and I. I didn’t resolve my future tripping and I don’t have it all ironed, but I decided that right now I just need to love and be loved.
This is from Worst Cat Tumbler. It’s funny. Check it out if you haven’t seen it. :)
So we had a wonderful mid-week date. He helped me bring home groceries and then talked with me while I made dinner and cleaned up my kitchen. We talked about Clash of Clans and World of Warcraft and Halloween parties. We laughed and ate my delicious chili. Afterwards I was hot and went to change and called him in to lay on the bed with me. I asked what he wanted to do tonight and he said “I really don’t care at all what we do. I just want to be with you and spend time with you”. Of course I kissed him for that.
We planned to lay together for a minute and then go back out to the living room to play World of Warcraft together. And we never left the bed. We ended up in bed from about 630pm on. We got utterly blissed out on touch, just petting each other and snuggling and kissing and saying sweet loving things. We didn’t even really talk. We smiled and kissed and petted and snuggled and writhed together. We looked at each other and smiled. We twined our limbs together like roots. We rolled over. We sighed happily. We hummed pleasure. And it was utterly and completely perfect.
It didn’t answer any future questions and it didn’t need to. It made me feel loved. It made me feel deeply and completely loved, and I told him that. I also told him he was kinda crazy about me. He agreed.
Did you know that snuggling releases oxytocin and that oxytocin is healing? It’s true.