Who Wants To Hear About The Orgy?

WARNING: This post contains explicit pictures and verbiage. Please don’t read it if you don’t like this kind of writing.

I have a really terrific woman in my life. We play together. Share our men. We get along great. She is older than I am. Like 60. But she is sexy and has a pussy I envy. It’s the tightest lil’ thing I have ever pushed my fingers in.

Recently, she coordinated a party. I attended, brought my favourite playmate and so much fun ensued.

Over the evening there was four men and us two girls.

And, of course, I pleased her well.

I lapped at her pussy as she rode cock after cock. The above pic is of me eating her ass while she is riding her fave guy.

Big D was there. He likes to sit and watch us get cream-filled before he takes his turn. He’s loves sloppy seconds. Thirds…. I’m pretty sure it was him who kept saying, “Switch” every few minutes as her and I were face to face on the bed. Kissing, laughing and loving every minute of these men spoiling us.

Slutty? For sure. But I’m kind of blessed to have a good group of guys who don’t treat me like a whore. They make me feel beautiful and sexy as they take their turns on me. And my girlfriend is such a fun and sexy goddess. I’m sure we will have more tales to tell in the future for sure!

Fulfilling Fantasies

I decided recently I want to knock some things off my sexual bucket list.

I started seeing someone who told me about a sexy website. He took me to a playroom for a date. When him and I had run our course? He introduced me to the guy I call my favourite playmate now.

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And it got me thinking about all the things that have crossed my mind over the years and I have yet to try. My playmate is an open minded guy and he knows a lot of people in what you might call the fetish or kinkster lifestyle. I enlisted his help.

First to get knocked off the list was being with two guys at the same time. I always wanted to try that but felt like it would be too much work. They boys assured me if I had two of them at once it would be all about me.

And was it ever.

I never felt so spoiled sexually. They just kept taking turns pleasing me over and over. After we were done playing they kept telling me how beautiful I was and that they were so happy they could do that for me. It was then they suggested adding another guy.

What a rush. All three were so attentive. Taking turns. Taking breaks when it became too much. Making me feel so good.

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And now I can say sex with more than one guy is off my bucket list.

My playmate has helped me arrange a few other things I will post about soon. And I still have things yet to fulfill but they are in the works.

Blanket Boy

WARNING: XXX CONTENT

I have a special guy in my life. We have all kinds of sexy fun together. He sorta got me hooked on a website for people who are looking to expand their sexual horizons.

And, boy, have I!

One morning a couple months ago I was at home with my playmate when I got a message online from a guy asking if he could come and join us.

Playmate said, “Of course.”

Online guy asked if he could wear a blanket over his face and just jerk off on me while my playmate fucked me. Figuring it was just a COVID thing I said sure.

And that is exactly what happened. He showed up at my door with a giant blanket wrapped around his head like a face turban, we went to the bedroom and my playmate pleased me while young buck stroked it.

When he was about to cum? He politely asked if he could finish on my panties. Sure. And then my playmate took it to the next level by flipping me around, taking my lacy panties and shoving them in my mouth so blanket boy could shoot his load all over my face and panties at the same time.

And then blanket boy left.

It was a crazy short experience that had me laughing all day. Just at the interesting-ness of it. It was funny and hot all at once.

How could this story get better, right?

I met another guy from the same website. We decided to go for a hike to some nude river spot on the Nanaimo River. As we walked the trail we ran into a guy who asked if we were headed to Pink Rock. We were. That’s the naked place. He asked to walk with us. Sure.

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As we hiked along he started asking me questions and told me I look familiar. Eventually he just outright asked if I was on the website I am on. I told him I was. He told me he had met me with my playmate but had worn a blanket.

I was face to face with blanket boy. He was cute, too!

He ended up joining me and my friend down at the river and once again stuffed my panties in my mouth to jerk off on my face LOL Only this time I was getting fingered and licked (under water) by a new friend. Again, it was short-lived but hot!

I have never even touched the guy.  I’m not sure what makes a guy think a girl derives pleasure from having them stroke out a load on their face. At least I had other men there each time to take care of me. And I did get some pleasure out of it.

And I have a pretty cool story out of it too.

 

Flying Solo

WARNING: XXX, 18+ CONTENT, PICS, IT’S A MASTURBATION BLOG…  SERIOUSLY DON’T READ IT IF YOU DON’T WANNA KNOW

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I’ve been touching myself since I was pre-school age.

I exposed myself in church every time people bowed their heads to pray. I was reported by my sister for ‘humping my doll’. My parents asked me about that one.

What can I say? It feels really good to touch myself.

This has gotten me into some situations that were awkward.  First one being the doll humping report. Having a college roomie tell me she can tell so ‘could I keep it to when she is out of the room’. My ex’s mom told me to keep down once. Someone caught me on public transportation once. (Don’t judge me, it was a long ride on a vibrating bus)

But the thing is? I touch myself. I fall asleep that way. I wake up that way. I watch TV that way Hell, I have no panties on right now and I am touching myself between typing and editing.

Mostly I just use my fingers. Mostly clitoral orgasms. I don’t ‘finger’ myself very often even though I LOVE to be fingered. I also very rarely use a toy. Until I am single.

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When I am getting sex on the regular? I stick to using my fingers for the three or four times a day I get myself off. When I am single though? I need something to ‘fill the hole’ left behind by not getting enough sex.

I’ve never been a fan of vibrators or dildos. I bought a toy to use when my ex was away and only used it once. Now that I am alone? It’s coming in very handy.

My fantasies have been taking hold and they are so dirty. They require being filled up.

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Now that I am flying solo? It means taking the plastic plunge to get me off the way I really need!

 

 

I’m Obscene

I write my blog about my life. It’s about my situations, my perspectives on them.  Sometimes it’s about my sexuality. Sometimes that means pictures.

Today is the first time I was told I was so wrong for sharing the sex part. It happened on Facebook, oddly.

I recognize Facebook has certain standards so I remove any pictures and I post copious amounts of warnings that those posts are XXX or NSFW (Not Safe For Work). I post the warnings in my blog and also in the post on Facebook or Twitter.

Imagine my surprise when someone I recently accepted as an online friend because of other personal connections decided to lambaste me on my own post. No pics. Many warnings. (she’s been blocked)

But, what, she’s illiterate?

Her comment said “This is so wrong. I can’t believe you would use Facebook to post your disgusting sex site. You are terrible and should be removed from the internet. You’re obscene.”

You betcha. I AM obscene. And you can think I am disgusting all you want. But can’t you read? There were multiple warnings not to read that post if you didn’t want to “read sick things about me you don’t want to know”.  It’s the actual warning.

Obscene. Disgusting. Ugly. “OMG barf”….  Just a number of things I’ve read about myself today.

Still taking pics tonight. Because I’ll be as fucking vulgar and obscene as I want!

A Walk

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My husband and I live in a close community and where he is living now is not far from where I live.  Since our messy break up I’ve spent the majority of my time at home, or at least in the park, so I could avoid running into him. Our email communication was rocky at best and I didn’t want to face him. We were communicating well the night of my healing ceremony so I simply asked him to avoid the area I was going and he respected it.

I’ve come to understand my anxiety about seeing him also meant I was avoiding things that could help  me heal, like walks and sitting by the ocean to meditate.

He had been pushing me to have a face to face with him. Even though I didn’t quite feel ready I went ahead. That meeting itself went well. We went for lunch, at a local place, but after seeing each other communication fell apart again.

It’s a long process where we are still figuring everything out individually before we can consider being together again.

The advantage of taking that step of seeing him? I don’t need to feel anxious about an accidental run-in. We crossed the barrier and I am no longer afraid to go for walks outside the park where I live.

This picture? I walked down to visit the ocean for a few minutes today.

The Many Faces Of Me

I like pictures! What I find most interesting is the pictures I love the most are the ones that, in real life, I look nothing like them. Everything I like about me is fake.

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All that hair? Wig! Corset holding in all kinds of stuff and very padded push up bra. I look nothing like this but I love that for a split second a camera thought I did!

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Also not really what I look like. This was when I lived in the forest clearing bush trails by hand. It was the most FIT I have ever been but that has fallen to the side. I still love this picture though. For a brief time I felt like I had some core strength!

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Would you believe? I have not looked like this for 12 years but this is one of my faces. One thing I overcame like a champion!

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This is the most recent picture I have. It looks most like me. It’ the woman I am growing to accept.