Wednesday, April 30, 2014


A couple of days ago I passed the six month mark of my brithday.  Since about thirty-five I've always used this halfway point to start convincing myself I am already into the next year.  This year, it's harder because I'm reaching the next decade.  I keep telling myself age is only a number and I really do believe that most of the time.  My mind says I'm still 35, even though my body is starting to remind me otherwise; that and a look in the mirror.

Anyway, I saw this on that halfway date and it made me smile. I hope I never ACT my age

And the next day, this appeared so I think the universe is telling me something.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

LIEBSTER ( Have no idea who Liebster is or was, but here's an award named for him/her)

I posted this on my other site on Thursday and wanted to give my AR friends an opportunity to participate. Some interesting answers there from commenters you might enjoy.  It's an opportunity to meet new friends and learns facts about old ones.  Come on participate, you know you want to.  

Thank you  Celeste Jones for nominating me for this award.

  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
  2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
  3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
  4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
  5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
  6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
  7. List these rules in your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
  8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)
Here are the answers to Celeste's questions to me.

1. What is your fantasy vacation? A cruise to somewhere warm but not leaving the ship.
2. Cats or Dogs? Both
3. What's your favorite breakfast? Bagel with lox, cream cheese and capers
4. What's your guilty pleasure? Lobster
5. What's your favorite thing about blogging? Getting to meet new friends
6. What's your least favorite thing about blogging? Trying to come up with interesting things to post.
7. If you could go back in time to your 18 year old self, what message would you give yourself?Enjoy every single day, one day at a time. 
8. If you had a day to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?I'm retired, so that's my life.
9. What advice do you have for someone who is new to blogging?  Don't believe everything you read and remember everyone has an opinion and it's probably different than yours and that's okay.
10. What is one of your pet peeves? Waiter/Waitress that comes by to take my order when I am sitting there with the menu still open.  (hello)
11. What are some of the challenges of keeping your life as a spanking blogger/writer a secret? Trying to remember who knows what.

Okay, here are eleven facts about myself.

I'm the oldest in a family of four.
I can name all fifty states and their capitols.
I don't watch much television
I'm an American History nut
I have never been nominated as one of the most beautiful people alive
I can float straight up and down 
I'm addicted to Words with Friends and Candy Crush
I hate being called Ma'am
      Am I up to 11 yet?
My maiden name is the same as my pen name
I hate having too many choices
I hate coming up with things people don't know - have to keep some secrets you know.


1 .   In what time zone do you live?
2.    What's your favorite snack food?
3.    Are you religious or spiritual or both?
4.    Do you think we are the only people in the universe?
5.    What's your favorite element:  earth, fire, water, wind?
6.    Do you have a favorite movie?
7.    Who is your favorite author in a genre other than ours?
8.    How many other bloggers have you met in person?
9.    Name your favorite alcoholic drink?
10.  Do you wear your hair long or short?
11.  What's your favorite

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Borrowed Meme

I borrowed (I'm using this term loosely beause I didn't ask, but I did tell her I would probably borrow) this from my friend PK.

1. What is your occupation?    I want to say writer.

2. What color are your socks right now?  Barefoot
3. What are you listening to right now?   Nashville

4. Last thing you ate?  A Dove dark chocolate Promise

5. Can you drive a stick shift?   You betcha.

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  yellow, no green, no red.

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?  My friend in Arizona.

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?  I thought so until a certain gift.

9. How old are you?  Physically or mentally?

10. Favorite drink?  Alcoholic - I would have to say Lemon Drop Martini
                            Non-Alcoholic - water

11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Baseball, Football, Golf (all in moderation)

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?  Once upon a time.

13. Pets?  Not at the moment

14. Favorite food?  It's easier to list what is not my favorite - so I'll list liver.

15. What was the last movie you watched?  Draft Day wi. Kevin Costner

16. What was the last book you read?  Jane's Melody by Ryan Whitfield (I think)

17. What do you do to vent anger?  Get pissy

  18. What was your favorite toy as a child?  Don't remember that far back.

19. What is your favorite season? Spring because it's the promise of what's to come.

20. Hugs or kisses?    I'll take both
21. Cherries, Blueberries or Strawberries Yes and in just that order.

Have a great day everybody, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter



See you later.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Like, Unlike or Comment - Again

Do you ever wonder what drives traffic to your site?  This post, while lovely, is not something that would seem to draw attention almost two years after it's initial publiction. Yet, during the past week it has had at least 1000 hits.  

It's not like I was "Chrossed" at Valentine's Day - that was off the charts. I've watched the numbers steadily climb but the traffic sources are not high numbers or anyone stat in particular.  

Not complaining, just wondering.  I would love to see a sudden surge of book sales in that manner. :)

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, April 14, 2014

It's All About Nothing

“Easter weekend is just around the corner Peter, what do you want to do this year,” Marla asked.

“I don’t know. Something different.”

“That’s what you say every year and then you leave it to me to come up with something different.  This year, it’s on you.”

“That’s because anytime I make a suggestion, it’s something that doesn’t appeal to you.”

“Well, I like what I like and by now you should know my likes and dislikes.”

Peter grumbles.  “Okay, I’ll come up with something if you promise that whatever it is you will go along with it.”

“That’s not fair.  What if I don’t like what you have chosen?”

“Then you come up with something.”

“Oh, all right.  I’ll do whatever you choose.”

“Can I get that in writing, because otherwise knowing you, there will be some wiggling out of it somehow?”

Marla nodded her assent and Peter immediately went to the computer to write up an agreement.

         I, Marla Templeton, agree to accept whatever plans Peter Templeton chooses for our Easter Weekend, 2014. I will do so in a gracious manner and make every effort to enjoy the weekend without grumbling or complaint.

That should do it, Peter thought to himself. I think I’ve covered all the bases and I don’t see any wiggle room in there.  He printed off a copy and gave it to Marla for her signature at the bottom.

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding, were you?”

“As you said earlier, I should know you by now,”  she laughed.

Peter had an idea in the back of his mind but wasn’t sure he could pull it off.  He knew it was something that Marla would never choose.  They had talked about it often enough over the years and both thought it would be an adventure, but when push came to shove Marla always balked. This time she didn’t have a choice.

Caliente Lakes was a 75 acre resort located in an area that supported resorts of this nature. The resort had opened two years ago to a lot of fanfare.  There were both hotel and recreation vehicle accomodations.  Peter went online to see about reservations for Easter weekend.  He was in luck.  The weather in other parts of the country had people holding back from making plans that might need cancelling at the last moment so there were many flights options available and lots of openings at the resort hotel.  He booked the reservations and now all that was left to do was keep Marla from backing out and the easiest way to do that was to keep as much of the trip secret until it was too late.

When he told Marla that he had taken care of Easter Weekend, she wanted to know all the details.  He told her all she needed to know was that they were leaving on Thursday evening and returning on Monday and to pack for a warm weather beachlike resort.

Marla was excited, for once they were going away and she didn’t have to do a thing.  She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake in letting Peter take charge of the trip, after all she had signed that agreement and had to be a good sport about whatever he had chosen.  If not, she knew she would end up with a hot red bottom.  He never hesitated to give her a good paddling if she went too far. As the week approached, she booked them both into a couple of tanning sessions and herself for a waxing and pedicure.  Peter had warned her not to go overboard on buying new things for this trip, but she didn’t think he would mind the few sundresses, sandals, bikinis and coverups she had purchased.  She was even thoughtful enough to purchase Peter a couple of pair of new swim trunks and sandals. She had everything packed and ready Wednesday.  All Peter had to do was add his toiletries and any other things she might have forgotten.


When they arrived at the airport she learned they were going to Florida and she said a silent thank you to the gods.  She loved Florida with the warm water and this time of year the weather was usually perfect without the humidity often found in later parts of the year.  Their arrival in Tampa was on time and their rental car waiting for them.  So far so good, she thought to herself.

“Peter,  I’m impressed,” she told him.

“What is that supposed to mean.”

“I mean you’ve done a wonderful job in planning this trip.  Everything is going so smoothly.  I can’t wait to see what resort you’ve picked.  Can’t you give me a clue, after all, we are almost there.”

“No, you’ll see it soon enough.”

“If I guess, will you tell me?  I know, it’s the Tradewinds, isn’t it?”

“It’s not the Tradwinds and that’s all you’re getting out of me.  We’re almost there and you can see for yourself.”

Peter turned off the main road and Marla noticed a large billboard by the side of the road.  They were going too fast for her to read all of it but she caught the words, a clothing optional resort.  Surely Peter wouldn’t have chosen that.  The further they drove down the road the more she was convinced that was exactly what he had chosen.  They arrived at the hotel and there was a valet to take their car.  Thank God, he has on clothing, there must be another place down the road that is clothing optional.

“Welcome to Caliente Lakes Resort,” the clerk told them.  He took their name and then went into his spiel that it was a clothing option hotel and resort and that if they were new to the world of clothing free or clothing optional way of life their policy of “taking off as much as you are comfortable with” made the initial visit stress free.  Marla could barely contain her anger, the longer he spoke and the more information he revealed she grew more and more tense. Her hands were clenched into fists and she had all she could do from pummeling Peter right there in the lobby.  Thank goodness it was late at night and there didn’t seem to be any one around that was unclothed.  Finally, the clerk stopped talking and handed two key cards to Peter.  They walked over to the elevator to take them to their room.  The minute the elevator door closed, Marla began her tirade at Peter.

“What the hell did you do?  How could you?”

“Marla, remember our agreement, the one you signed.  I have it here in my pocket in case you’ve forgotten what it contained.”

“The hell with the damn agreement, you booked us into a nudist resort.”

“We talked about this a couple of times and I wanted to give it a try.”

“We’re getting out of here first thing in the morning, do you hear me?”

“I do hear you and no we are not leaving until Monday. Now calm down.”

“I am not going to calm down.”

“If you don’t, you will be sporting a red backside on your first visit out of the room.  It’s up to you.”

“We will just see about that,” she told him.

“Don’t push me too far, Marla.  Your bottom will be sorry if you do.”

Off the elevator and walking toward their room, they encountered another couple, holding hands walking down the hall in the other direction.  They were completely nude and Marla thought she would die of embarrassment.  The couple said hello and  nonchalantly kept walking past.  Marla kept her head down the rest of the way to their room.  Once inside, she sat down on the bed and started to cry.  Peter came over and sat down beside her.

“Honey, it will be fine.  I know it’s a shock but I knew if I told you ahead of time you would never have agreed to come.”

“You have that right, but how could you do this to me.”  Peter got up and walked over to the table picking up the book that contained all of the resort information.

“Here, let’s look at this together.” 

Marla looked at the book as Peter turned the pages. The book showed an upscale restaurant, nightclub, a fitness center as well as a day spa and boutique.  Activities included tennis, water and sand volleyball, a sauna, massage services, several hot tubs as well as a heated conversation pool.  The pictures of people lounging in the all season pool all looked so normal.

“See honey, it will be fun.  We’ll go a slowly as you want.  Let’s get some sleep and we’ll start off fresh in the morning.”

“You do what you want but I’m never leaving this room,” she told him. 

He went to his suitcase and began to unpack his toiletries, his clothes brush among them. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the “agreement” and handed it to Marla along with the clothes brush.

“You have all night to think about this.  It’s your choice, but you will be leaving this room, it’s just a matter of whether you will be leaving it with a sore red bottom.”

Marla saw no point in unpacking anything but her toiletries.  She took them into the bathroom and got ready for bed.  When she came out,  Peter was already lying in bed reading.  Instead of joining him, she crept into the other bed.  She pulled up the covers and turned her back on Peter not even wishing him a good night. Peter let her sulk.  He would deal with her in the morning if she didn’t change her attitude.

Marla woke up to bright sunshine.  Peter had opened the drapes and was sitting at the table by the window.  The smell of coffee filled the room,  Marla rose from the bed and for a moment forgot where she was.  She looked out the window to see any number of people already by the pool – all nude. OMG, I can’t do this, she thought to herself.

Peter watched her reaction.  He poured her a cup of coffee, asked her how she slept, acting like it was any other morning.  He figured the more normalcy he exhibited the calmer she would be.

“Honey, would you like to have breakfast in the room or go to the restaurant.”

“Breakfast in the room, of course.”

“Okay” he told her.  What do you want to do after breakfast?  We could book a couple of massages, or go sit by the pool.  You choose.”

“I choose to go home.”

“That’s not going to happen.  Pick something else.”

 After breakfast, Peter got up and went into the bathroom.  He came out wearing a towel wrapped around his mid-section.

“Are you ready?” he asked Marla.

“Ready for what?” she asked acting all innocently.

“Massages or lounging by the pool.”

“You are really going to make me do this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, one way or the other.  Your choice.”

Marla started to cry.  “Honey, they’re not going to work.  Put on your sarong, sans bathing suit.  Once you get out among the others, you are the one who will feel strange. In a very short time, you won’t even notice their nudity and then you will feel comfortable enough to remove your sarong.  Do this for me please.”

Marla huffed as she got up from the table and went to get her sarong.  She knotted it just above her breasts with the slit on the side.  She grabbed her sunscreen, kindle and hat.

“Okay, let’s go,” she told Peter. 

“Isn’t this better than getting a spanking and doing it anyway?” he asked.

“I’ll let you know,” she responded.  As they entered the crowded elevator, she yanked off his towel.  He whispered in her ear she would pay for that later.  She wasn’t sure what that meant.

They found a couple of lounges and settled in.  The sun was already high in the sky and it wasn't long before Marla was warm enough to think of getting into the pool to cool off.  Damn him, Peter was right. She pulled off her sarong, walked over to the pool, turned around and gave Peter her biggest smile along with a one-fingered salute. 


By that evening, Marla was not embarrassed about being nude in public any longer.  It actually felt quite freeing.  The people at the resort came in all shapes and sizes and you could tell the newbies by their lack of tan on certain parts of their bodies.  She hoped that by the end of their weekend, for the first time in her life, she would have the perfect tan everywhere.

Peter teased her about her newfound attitude and offerred to give her a little color on her lilly white backside.  She squealed and said she wanted a tan backside, not a red one.  He didn’t agree so on Easter Morning he woke Marla so she could enjoy the beautiful red sunrise and afterward gave her the bottom to match.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Gift

Some time ago, a friend gave me a gift.  Now I know you are supposed to be gracious and accept gifts in the spirit in which they are given. Sorry to say I was not gracious about receiving this gift, not at all.   It was not something I would ever buy for myself or for anyone I cared about.  Obviously, my friend had different thoughts on the matter based on information from others.

My so-called ‘friend’ said I had to share this particular gift with Ray. It was against my better judgment but after being so ungracious about receiving the gift, it was the least I could do. Therefore, I passed it on to Ray.

He was excited and much more grateful than I.  He said he was sure it would get much use.  I wasn’t so convinced but he seemed determined. He wasn’t even sure how to use it correctly but he flexed it a couple of times and loved the fact that it did not hurt his wrist as much as some other items.  He also mentioned how quiet it seemed as he tested it against his thigh.

Two nights later, the reckoning arrived.  Determined to be a good sport, but fearful nonetheless, I went to the bedroom like a prisoner walking his last mile.  Ray was standing there, ready and waiting for me, wearing an evil grin and holding that horrible thing in his hand. He invited me to my place and helped arrange me to fully accept what he was about to offer.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As ready as I am ever going to be,” I replied

The first swish struck, then the second and third in quick succession. 

“Are you alright?” he inquired.

“Quite,” I answered.

And he proceeded to ply that rataan cane.  Now I have to tell you, he did not use full strength, more like a series of taps that increased intensity as it continued, nor did he use a full swing. 

Unfortunately, in the midst there was a knock on the door.  The session was over and I was left without a dance partner. There hasn’t been a repeat performance since then.

I do have to tell you, and DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT, tell PK or Ronnie, that I rather liked it.  However, I reserve the right to change my opinion at a later date if said implement is used under different circumstances.

The Weapon of Arse Destruction

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, April 7, 2014


Marty walked in the door and saw Karen sitting at the table, laptop open and fingers moving along the keyboard.

“I guess you finally ran out of things to do,” he said to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been procrastinating for weeks now.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“Well, you’ll have to explain it to me, because I don’t.”

“Lord, you are being dense. You are finally on the computer doing something other than blogging or playing games.  I assume you are finally getting ready to write again.”

“Oh, that.  No, I was just going over some of my files.  Nevertheless, you are right; I have been procrastinating because I just haven’t had anything running around in my head.  You know how I am.  I get on a kick, it consumes me and then it leaves as quickly as it started. You always tell me you’re glad I don’t feel that way about you.  Truthfully, sometimes I do but luckily for you I get over it,” I laughed.

By the look on his face, I knew that if I wasn’t sitting down he would be swatting my ass.  I wish he would pull me up out of the chair and do just that, but knew it wouldn’t happen.  Why is that after all this time he can read some things so well, and others not at all?

Marty went off to do other things, leaving me sitting there and thinking about how and when my fascination with spanking started. I remember only receiving three spankings when I was little, there may have been more considering my personality, but obviously, they weren’t memorable enough.  The first time I spied someone receiving a spanking, I was about seven or eight. I was playing with John Flynn who lived across the street from school. I remember going over and being on the swing set when his grandmother called him inside. I heard his grandmother lecturing him that he was supposed to be doing homework, not playing and the next thing I knew he was leaning over the back of the chair, pants down, getting spanked with the hairbrush he had to retrieve. I could hear him crying but was too fascinated to leave and just watched as he continued receiving those spanks.  His grandmother, realizing I was still there came to the door and told me he would not be coming back outside. John never played with me again, he was probably too embarrassed.

After that, anytime there was a TV show or a movie that contained spanking, I was glued to the scene and kept reliving it time and again.  I devoured books then, as now, and if it contained a spanking, the page would be dog-eared and would be read and re-read.

Through the teenage years, the fascination continued and I always seemed to choose my dates (boyfriends) on whether or not I thought they might deliver a real honest to goodness spanking.  I was threatened a couple of times and even received an occasional swat here and there but never did I receive the spanking I desired. 

When I met Marty, I thought sure I had met the man of my fantasy.  He was a natural dominant and I figured it would only be a matter of time before I ended up over his knee. I remember one time biting him,  sure that would get me the spanking I not only wanted but also deserved.  The poor guy had bite marks and a bruise for weeks but much to my disappointment, my fanny remained lily white.

Occasionally, I would get a couple of swats, or he would pull me across his hip and his hand would meet my bottom, but that was it.  Nothing like what I imagined or wanted.  A couple of years into marriage, I found the words and told him about my desire to be spanked.  He never blanched and that night he took me over his knee. I was thrilled and he seemed to enjoy it for a time but I kept directing the situation and when it was over, I was totally dissatisfied that the actual happening did not begin to match my fantasy and obviously I tamped down whatever excitement he initially felt because it didn't happen again.  After that, I lived in my fantasy world of books and movies, and neither one of us brought it up again until years later.

My fantasies lived on but my hopes of Marty being the dominant partner in our marriage dwindled.  Don’t get me wrong, he was strong but I knew how to get my way in every way but one.  And you know what, it’s a good thing. He was much wiser than me.  As I found the spanking blog community and read all that some domestic discipline relationships entailed,  I realized I only wanted a domestic discipline lifestyle in my head.  I would have balked at every turn and chances are we would have not made our forty plus years. Not that I wouldn’t mind and even still fantasize about having a relationship much like some bloggers whose partners will occasionally deliver a discipline spanking in amongst the sexual ones, but it isn’t what I really wanted on a full time basis.

For us, spankings are purely sexual and through the years I have learned to voice my wants more freely. I buy most of the implements and initiate most of the spankings but he is the buyer of the other sex toys.  He has benefited too as I have fulfilled some of his fantasies.  Others will remain fantasies and our sex life now includes things that would once upon a time have made me blush and/or cringe. Occasionally when I have really been able to get under his skin, either intentionally or accidently, he will spank a little harder than I anticipated, but it is rare and on those occasions our ‘dancing’ is hotter than ever, in more ways than one.

I hear the door open and footsteps coming into the room and it breaks my reverie.

“Hi honey, glad you see you’re still at the table.  It must mean your writing block is over.”  He comes to look over my shoulder.  “I guess not,” he says as he sees the blank page.

“You could help you know, a little inspiration would be welcome,” I tell him.

“Not now, sweetie, I’m in the middle of something, maybe later,” is his response.

A girl can hope can’t she.  Maybe later, hope springs eternal. Maybe eventually you'll have another story to read.  Right now there’s a red barn in the next pasture that’s been catching my eye for a while.  I guess I’ll dig out my water colors.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Truth Is

I will say that if Sunny is a serial killer she’s not very good at it. (The payoff wasn't high enough and I ran out of black bags).

I got clean away and I’m back home with Nick. If she didn’t kill me for the gift of the cane, I think I’m in the clear. (As for the cane, that is another story.  I've never been quiet about how I feel about that particular item even if I've never experienced the feeling.  Ray really wanted me to thank PK, she may die yet)

This trip originated as a reward for working on losing weight. We reported to each other as well as a few others. Sometimes it was tough going, but we didn’t do so badly.  Sunny said I could post her picture as long as I didn’t identify which one she was – so I’m not telling. Unfortunately, I've given enough clues that Cat figured out which one was me.

We did the usual Las Vegas stuff, gambling, drinking, picking up prostitute – no, wait, that wasn’t us. We got tattoos, lay out by the pool in our bikinis, and soaked in the hot tub. But don’t worry, before the trip was over we saw the error of our ways and got religion.
All true except for the last part, I know there are pictures to prove otherwise, but I didn't get any religion, just a habit that didn't fit very well.

Come on really want did you all expect? More than you shared.

 We’re two semi-respectable middle-aged women (debatable)– we talked, and talked, and talked. We talked about writing, we talked about our families, we talked about blogging, about bloggers, about our childhood, our husbands, and many of the same things we all talk about on blogs. How spanking works in our lives, what we want, need, you name it.  In between all this conversation we went to the strip and walked, and walked and walked – finally giving up and grabbing a cab back to the hotel. It was after that that we hit the hot tub and boy did it feel good. (Some probably wouldn’t describe our bathing suits as bikinis – but I’m telling this story.) No one would consider them bikinis, the closest we came was PK who were a tankini. My suit never gets much use unless I'm in public, I'd rather be nude than deal with a wet bathing suit.

We ate well, but we didn’t really over eat, as Nick had warned against, we found a great place when we went downtown. Sunny and the waiter hit it off for sure, I had to watch her the next night when we went back again for soup and dessert.Contrary to what PK led you to BELIEVE I was not flirthing with Edward.  Can you BELIEVEiter was from the town in which I grew up?  We exchanged lots of stories even if he was quite a bit younger than me.  He told me about all the changes because all of my siblings moved away too, so we never go back.

I loved the downtown area – so very tacky and fun! That’s where we got our tattoos. If you've ever been there you know what PK is saying.  If not, you have to see to BELIEVE. Ray thinks I should make the tattoo permanent. I've had eyeliner and lips tattooed, that's enough for me.

It really was a great trip – two people who had met on line knowing at first that we had only one interest in common and not one you’d mention to your neighbor. But we had a ball, sharing a room with ease. We never even turned on the TV while we were there. It was absolutely all of the above.  We truly enjoyed each other and I felt as if we were great friends that just met for the first time.  We had no fist fights, word wars or anything.  Of course, it's because I am a Sunny Girl (don't tell PK).

 I think, for the most part, neither of us was shocked by the other. I will have to say that when we get old and begin reminiscing about our lives and all we’ve done, Sunny’s going to have better stories to tell than I will.  What PK fails to say is that I am older and therefore have had many more years to get those experiences.  I do have to say though that I have lived a charmed life and have had many memorable experiences, some when I was in an altered state, many when I was/was not completely aware. It's fodder for lots of laughs.

Not to worry – I can write fiction with the best of them. So can I.  

So there you have it, the true story. We had a great time and I am so glad we did it. There are so many of you I wish I could meet someday.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

April Fool's Day

A. Have you ever had sex in three or more positions in one session? Haven't you?

B. Have you ever had sex continuously for more than an hour? 
You mean sex lasts longer than two minutes, I've been lied to.

C. Have you ever devoted an entire day to sex and sexual activity (with time out for eating, etc.)? I'll have to check my diaries.

D. Have you ever been so loud having sex that housemates/neighbors commented or complained? Yes, especially when we did it in our pool and the sloshing water created a giant wave that flooded our neighbors yard.

E. Have you ever had your sexual technique/style/skill openly praised by someone?  Do animals count?

F. Have you ever written an explicitly erotic story? What do you think?

G. Have you ever brought your partner to orgasm using only your hands? Haven't they?

H. Have you ever licked or sucked on someone else’s feet and/or toes? Clean feet only, no sneaker toes.

I. Have you ever had sex with someone you’re not in a relationship with? Yes, but not in a long time.

J. Have you ever had sex simultaneously with two or more people? Do aliens count?

K. Have you ever had anal sex?  You mean IRL?

L. Have you ever gone out in public while wearing an anal plug? Again, you mean IRL?

M. Have you ever gotten really turned on by saying or hearing dirty talk? I do read and write.

N. Have you ever realized that you are much more sexually open-minded/kinky than most of your previous partners and/or friends? Yes

O. Have you ever been part of an S/M role play (master/mistress/slave), domination (as the dominant/submissive part), or being victim of pain (such as whipping, caning, hot wax on genitals, nipple clamps/genital clamps etc.)? There are no boxes to check.

P. Have you ever fantasized about or practiced orgasm control/denial? All the time and Ray hates it.

Q. Have you ever tried scissoring? Are you kidding?

R. Have you ever performed or received oral sex from a man?  WHAT?

S. Have you ever performed or received oral sex from a woman? Not that flexible.

T. How old were you the first time you had sex?  Can't remember that far back.

U. How many sexual partners have you had? Don't have enough fingers.

V. Have you ever practiced BDSM on yourself (bondage, nipple clamps, hot wax, et cetera)? What do you think I am, a masochist?

W. Have you ever had sex in front of other people? Does it could if I wore blinders?

X. Have you ever had a crush on a fellow blogger? .Jealous yes, crush no

Y. Have you ever had an orgasm without any direct stimulation (not counting dreams)? Why do dreams not count?

Z. Do you like being called dirty names during sex? Sexy yes, dirty no.

Thanks Faerie and Terps, hope you don't mind I put my own spin on this meme.

PK is the one on the left and I'm the one on the right.