1.31.2011
What Weekends Look Like.
Because I just got back, and because it was a weekend, some time was spent just like this. Who are we kidding? Lots of time.
1.28.2011
Pic Friday: You Can't Do That in Public!
This week is dedicated to all those thing you shouldn't be doing in public, but know you want to anyway.
Also, tell us in the comments about your hottest public sex. Come on, you know you want to share. Sucked off in a theater? Fingered on a plane? Eaten out in a cab? Fucked in the ass on the hood of a car? Or perhaps something less extreme? Have at it, perverts!
Also, tell us in the comments about your hottest public sex. Come on, you know you want to share. Sucked off in a theater? Fingered on a plane? Eaten out in a cab? Fucked in the ass on the hood of a car? Or perhaps something less extreme? Have at it, perverts!
1.27.2011
Have either of you ever been caught having sex by police, family, etc.?
Well, firstly (and Rye, darling, correct me if I'm wrong)**, I can't remember a time when Rye and I have been caught. We're far too sneaky. Like ninjas. And also, as mentioned, probably need to have a little more sex in public.
However, I wasn't always so careful.
Once, I took a long drive with a high school boyfriend on a rainy night (there is not a lot to do in the town I grew up in). We wound our way up a steep hill that overlooks the whole city. That's right kiddos, to get all 1950s about it, we went parking.
Anything, including a pretty flat and unimpressive skyline, can make a teenager lustful and the view, the rain on the roof, the glow of the instruments all kind of overtook us. Before I knew it, he had me bent over the back of the driver's seat. He was a few urgent thrusts away from exploding when I saw headlights pull up behind us. I started to worry, but knew he was close. He came just as the flashing lights turned on.
I managed to pull his shirt on, button his pants and return to my seat by the time the officer knocked on our foggy window. He rolled the window down, was politely told that this was a city park that closed at 10pm and we needed to move along.
Thank you, officer, for not requesting that either of us step out of the car.
**Rye correction. Violet is actually correct, so no correction needed. However, I was caught fucking my ex in the garage of her mom's house by her sister*, who barged in and shouted, "What the fuck are you doing???"
*Her sister was a piece of shit.
Ask me anything. Make it dirty.
However, I wasn't always so careful.
Once, I took a long drive with a high school boyfriend on a rainy night (there is not a lot to do in the town I grew up in). We wound our way up a steep hill that overlooks the whole city. That's right kiddos, to get all 1950s about it, we went parking.
Anything, including a pretty flat and unimpressive skyline, can make a teenager lustful and the view, the rain on the roof, the glow of the instruments all kind of overtook us. Before I knew it, he had me bent over the back of the driver's seat. He was a few urgent thrusts away from exploding when I saw headlights pull up behind us. I started to worry, but knew he was close. He came just as the flashing lights turned on.
I managed to pull his shirt on, button his pants and return to my seat by the time the officer knocked on our foggy window. He rolled the window down, was politely told that this was a city park that closed at 10pm and we needed to move along.
Thank you, officer, for not requesting that either of us step out of the car.
**Rye correction. Violet is actually correct, so no correction needed. However, I was caught fucking my ex in the garage of her mom's house by her sister*, who barged in and shouted, "What the fuck are you doing???"
*Her sister was a piece of shit.
Ask me anything. Make it dirty.
HNT: Put Your Thing Down, Flip It and Reverse It.
Violet knows how it's done. She rides me like a good slut, forwards, backwards, it doesn't matter. I just try to hold on.
1.26.2011
WVW Redux: Lean On Me.
Camille got a new chair. Apparently. I didn't really notice a chair. I did, however, notice some new ear jewelry toward the end of this sucker.
WVW: Why Thank You, CafeGlow.
So apparently, that Annie Lennox striptease was just the tip of that iceberg. CafeGlow is a new site, as far as I cared to investigate, anyway. And they were treating us all to free sneak peeks. I'll take them. I'm sure you won't turn them away either.
1.25.2011
Flying Solo.
This post is dedicated to Violet, who will be spending a week at home as I travel for work. Lucky for her, she's got a plethora of goodies to keep her occupied, though as we all know, nothing substitutes for a warm, hard cock. Alas, business calls.
Unfortunately, there will be many times over the next month spent away from Violet, which ranks as my least favorite activity. I just don't see the point of it.
Hopefully she has fun while I'm gone, spending days in seminars and nights in a crappy hotel. And maybe if we're all lucky, she'll offer up a few posts while I'm out of town. I made sure to line you up with a week full of goodies, but you wouldn't sneeze at some Violet produced posts, would you?
Unfortunately, there will be many times over the next month spent away from Violet, which ranks as my least favorite activity. I just don't see the point of it.
Hopefully she has fun while I'm gone, spending days in seminars and nights in a crappy hotel. And maybe if we're all lucky, she'll offer up a few posts while I'm out of town. I made sure to line you up with a week full of goodies, but you wouldn't sneeze at some Violet produced posts, would you?
1.24.2011
How was the post wedding sex?
How do you think?
The wedding itself didn't end until well past 3am, we were too busy dancing and drinking.
We're not the biggest proponents of drunk sex, so needless to say, the sex had to wait until the following afternoon.
However, that wait was well worth it. I feasted on that wet little pussy, then pounded her on an antique bed in the B&B we stayed in, until erupting all over her stomach and fat tits.
The wedding itself didn't end until well past 3am, we were too busy dancing and drinking.
We're not the biggest proponents of drunk sex, so needless to say, the sex had to wait until the following afternoon.
However, that wait was well worth it. I feasted on that wet little pussy, then pounded her on an antique bed in the B&B we stayed in, until erupting all over her stomach and fat tits.
On Pegging.
So, as you may have gathered from my special sneak preview post a little ways back, Violet and I recently made room in our ever expanding toy collection for my biggest request/ultimate fantasy/kinda afraid of it but want it so bad accessory.
The strap-on.
The strap-on.
1.23.2011
Pull That Hair.
Hope you're enjoying a bit of the same this fine, cold-ass (hopefully warmer by you) Sunday.
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