A lyrical post...

Being the sensitive, no strike that, OVER-sensitive soul that I am, I have always been strongly affected by music, song lyrics in particular. I was thinking back on last year, the various songs I was obsessed with....and I noticed something that surprised me. All the songs I played over and over were kind of.....dark. As I was putting this post together I thought to myself, damn, I'm a happy person. Why don't I like happy music?!?!?! Maybe there really is a bit of a goth chick lurking inside me. Hmmmmm....

The first person who can name all of these songs and/or artists gets a special prize. *wink* Some of them were new last year, some of them are a lot older....

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cuz I'll never never sleep alone

-

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all...

-

Bow down before the one you serve

-

In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife
Now you make the scene all day
But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay

Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement
Top skill and brain
But all the things you try to hide
Will be revealed on the other side...

-

Forget your lust, from rich man's gold.
All that you need now, is in your soul.
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.

-

There is no sense in pretendin'
Your eyes give you give away
Something inside you is feelin' like I do
We've said all there is to say

Baby, breakdown, go ahead give it to me

-

Why can't I get just one kiss
Why can't I get just one kiss
Believe me there'd be somethings that I wouldn't miss
But I look at your pants and I need I need a kiss

-

I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh, and I,
I wish that I could work it out

-

This old familiar craving
I've been here before, this way of behaving
Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore

Let it pass let it go let it leave
From the deepest place I grieve
This time I believe
And I let go [x2]
I can let go of it

Though it takes all the strength in me
And all the world can see
I'm losing such a central part of me
I can let go of it
You know I mean it
You know that I mean it

-

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My Fake Plastic Love.

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And It Wears Me Out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted,
All the time, all the time, ohhh... ohh...

-

Can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]

Every step that I take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second I waste is more than I can take

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I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

-

What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down

For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations

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What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

-

One you lock the target,
Two you bait the line,
Three you slowly spread the net
And four you catch the man!

And my favorite thing to say this year.... "Sweet? Where do you get off? Where do you get sweet? I am dark and mysterious, and I am PISSED OFF!"

Happy New Year Flowers!

What song are you?

I'm in quiz mode today.

Your 2005 Song Is

Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls "Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me" What happens in 2005, stays in 2005!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

What does your birth date mean?

Your Birthdate: July (date deleted)

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense. You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends. Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone. Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive. Your strength: Your universal compassion Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings Your power color: Mauve Your power symbol: Butterfly Your power month: February

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

I am so addicted to these quiz thingies. I found this one on Freakchylde's site.

HNT #5, and a naughty audio post!

I'm feeling frisky for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday. I've never shown my face here before. You're not going to get full frontal (*wicked grin*) but here's a few pieces of the puzzle.

Before blindfold....

After blindfold....


Yes, I am smiling softly at you....


A little bit lower....I was rolling around a lot....my hair goes pretty wild....
Osbasso, the King of HNT, gave us HNT-ers an assignment. He wanted us to choose our favorite HNT pic, repost, and say why. My favorite is actually the third one in this group, of my lips. And why....? Because I was thinking about something wonderful when it was taken....

And now.....This audio post is not safe for work, children or pets! Play at your own risk!!!! *verrrrrrry wicked grin* I swear it hurt a lot worse than it sounds like it did. Oh well. ;)

Internal dialogue...

Blondage: You need to work on your New Year's resolution.

Blondage's Inner Brat: No I don't. Mine is going to be the same one I always have.

Blondage: NO! If we have sex even more frequently you'll break our body!

Blondage's Inner Brat: You are such a pussy.

Blondage: Don't you effing start Beyotch! Only TWG calls me that and gets away with it!

Blondage's Inner Brat: *pout*

Blondage: *glare*

Blondage's Inner Brat: Fine. My resolution will be that we have LESS sex..

Blondage: *growl* Take it back or I am spanking your ass. *flexes pumped biceps*

Blondage's Inner Brat: Riiiight. That makes sense. Spank your own ass. Sounds like fuuuuuuuun. *sarcastic grin*

Blondage: I'll get Sweetpea....errr.....I mean Other Half to do it then! Pfffttthhhtt!!!!!!!!!

Blondage's Inner Brat: *silence*

Blondage: Ohhhhh Sweeeeeeeeatpea.......I called you Sweetpea on the blawwwwwwwwwwg again!!!!!!

.....muttered curses drift in to the office from the next room.....

Blondage: Your ass is grass now.

Blondage's Inner Brat: So is yours, Blondie.

Blondage: *blink* Shyte.

Blondage's Inner Brat: *snicker*

Blondage: Well.....I have an idea.

Blondage's Inner Brat: Something naughty?

Blondage: Of course.

Blondage's Inner Brat: Well?

Blondage: *grins wickedly*

Blondage's Inner Brat: *stamps foot* Tell me damnit!

Blondage: How about.....an audio blog of the spanking?

Blondage's Inner Brat: *purrrrrrrrrr*

Blondage: Psssst.....Flowers.....if it pops up, it will NOT be safe for work!

Christmas wrap-up and a meme!

Oh where to start, where to start.

I spent 6 nights out of the last week drinking heavily. I am scared to get on the scale. Oi vey. I am currently hung over, which seems to have become kind of the norm for me. I am still on vacation for two more weeks. Woo hoo! Soooo.....if I appear to be slogging (slacker blogging), it's because I am off painting my house or shopping or lounging around in my fuzzy new pjays....or perhaps shackled in these:

Guess who gave me those cuffs?!?!?!? If you guessed my Other Half, WRONG, spank yourself immediately. Nope, it was The Wee General, aka my trainer/neighbor. I was a bit stunned!!!! LOL!!!!!

Here's a pic of my husband's favorite Christmas present:

This beast is a fireproof gun safe. It's almost as tall as I am. He received a bunch of gift certificates for a hunting store and bought this monster yesterday. It weighs 600 pounds. Other Half and my brother managed to get it upstairs by themselves, and only took out two walls in the process. Ahem.

He paid dearly for the demolition last night.

Ahem ahem ahem. *wink*

Here's a pic of my favorite Christmas present:

Other Half always spoils me rotten. He always goes bananas and buys me waaaay too much. Such a sweet man. This was my favorite present. It's a Coach bag. He bought me the matching wallet too. Upon opening, I of course immediately thought of Ala. That girl loves Coach more than any person I have ever known! *grin*

And since I am the mood to share, here is a pic I took about ten minutes ago of my pouting 95 pound Golden Retriever. Doesn't he look forlorn? He is pouting because The Wee General's 4 year old daughter just knocked on the door to say hi and he didn't get to jump on her, knock her down and lick her to death. Isn't he a pretty boy? Pouty at the moment, but pretty.

And now, on to the meme....

I was Tagged By the lovely Lionette.

Here are the rules; The first player of this game starts with the topic and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged!” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

The following may not be weird to you but they are to somebody.

1> I have to pull covers up to my chin or I can't sleep. I think this goes back to my childhood, when I was scared of monsters...? I thought if I was totally covered, they couldn't get me. It just became a habit over the years I guess....

2> Another little kid thing I do....I have to have a glass of water on my nightstand.

3> Say I'm at Christmas dinner, and there's 500 different veggies and such to try. I cannot stand for any of my food to touch on my plate. It drives me crazy. I won't eat where it touches...

4> I collect musicals/show tunes in foreign languages. You haven't lived until you've heard "Rent" in Swedish or Les Miserables in Japanese. ;)

5> I collect vibrators....and name them.

I know. I'm a freak.

I now tag:

Earth Rooster

Kent

M Chaos

MJ

River Boat Pilot

Merry Christmas Flowers!

I hope your Christmas is full of thigh highs:

And ankle cuffs:

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
-b

Ha!

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

http://www.GlitterMaker.com/

All I want for Christmas...

...is a new ball gag,

a new ball gag,

see my new ball gag?

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

I'm posting my HNT pics ridiculously early (as in, like, a whole day early). I am going to my office Christmas party tonight. If you've known me for a while, you realize I tend to accidentally drink too much and do something wacky. BBF will be at the party, and god knows she's a terrible influence (hehehehee), so
I had better get these up now in case I am too drunk to do it tonight when I get home.....or too hungover to do it in the morning. *giggling*

I think I got to wear this approximately 30 seconds last night before it was yanked off and thrown on the floor.

*wicked grin*

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

If you'd like to join the HNT party next Thursday, please click here for info!

Update.....home from my Christmas party.....*hiccup*.....it was fun.....*hiccup*.

Is it just me, or is it not vastly amusing that all of my co-workers call my Other Half "Sweetpea". I guess I call him that in public more that I thought...? I introduced him to someone new tonight, and said "M**** this is S****", and M yells "HI SWEETPEA! Nice to meet you!". Even the NEW GIRL knows him as Sweetpea. Oh man!

BBF (for you newbies, she's my best friend and co-worker) has even shortened his nickname to just "Pea". LMAO!

Oh is he ever gonna kick my ass if he sees I blabbed about this on the blog.

But dearest Sweetpea, I didn't tell the blog or BBF about that special thing you did for me this morning, so I deserve points for that.

*innocent smile*

*hiccup*

Yarrrrrrrrgh!!!

I walk in to the gym tonight, and The Wee General is no where to be found.

Soooo........I hop up on the elliptical machine to warm up and get some cardio in....

....and I am moving pretty fast, totally focused on my form.....

....and the wench somehow manages to sneak up behind me, grab me by the waist and shout BOO!

I shriek and go flying off the elliptical machine, stumble in to the poor frightened man who was on the treadmill next to me, HE goes flying in to the chick next to him.

I swear, it was like frikkin DOMINOS!

Wee General starts cracking up, and like she did the other day, falls on the damn floor laughing.

Yargh.

Nosey-John-who-shaves-all-his-body-hair-except-his-head-and-his-eyebrows wanders over, sees her rolling around on the floor again, and practically salivates when he asks what torturous thing she did to me THIS time.

I see a pattern forming.

I am now 100% convinced.

The girl is trying to drive me INSANE.

Seriously. In-fucking-sane.

Scaring the bejesus out of me at every opportunity, kicking my ass harder and harder each week at the gym, telling me sex stories, kissing me, .....WTF? Seriously. WTF? I am so confused!!!! Don't get me wrong, I am totally laughing my ass off about all of this. It is definitely entertaining. But WTF is going on?!?!?!?!?!?

I need a drink. The girl is driving me to the bottle.

And on that happy note, I am heading off to "test drive" the hawt little outfit I bought for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday post. I need sex. BAD.

Update on that little kiss thing...

Sooooo........

Friday night, I had a training appointment at 6pm with The Wee General at the gym.

Sooooo.......

I walk in to the gym, zap my card on the scanner thinga-ma-bob, and walk towards the little cubby things you stash your keys and your card in.

I throw my stuff in, and BOING! Up pops The Wee General from behind the cubby things, yells "BOO!" and SCARES THE FRIKKIN DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME!!!!

I screamed. LOUD!

The whole gym turns to look.

She laughs so hard at me that she literally falls on the ground laughing.

So of course nosey John, the guy who likes to shave all his body hair with women's shaving cream, wanders over to see what happened.

TWG is still on the ground. Literally on the ground.

John: WTF is going on?!?!?!?

Blondage: *blushing*

TWG: *laughing her ass off*

Blondage: She's terrorizing me again. She gets off on terrorizing me ya know.

John: Pussies are an easy target.

(For you newbies, those two think it is funny to call me a pussy when she works me out. I think it is too, but don't tell 'em I admitted that!)

Blondage: *growl*

TWG: *holding her sides, laughing hysterically*

Blondage: I can't wait until I'm strong enough to kick both of your asses. *glare*

John: *laughs and flexes his biceps*

(Did I mention John is about 6'3" and I am 5'6"?)

Blondage: *looks down on the floor at TWG* I swear she is stalking me.

TWG: *laughs even harder, tears rolling down her cheeks*

John: *eyes widen* Stalking you....?

Blondage: She wants to tie me up and beat me with a weightlifting belt.

TWG: *nods and laughs*

(Oh, by the way Flowers, I forgot to mention during our drunken debauchery the other night, I confessed my BDSM "lifestyle" to TWG. I should never drink. Seriously. Never. Bad bad bad.)

John: *blinks* Uuuuhhhhmmmm. Interesting.

Blondage: You have no idea.

Adult industry quiz

According to experts, my adult industry job would be... Stunt Ass Not all adult actors want to have their backsides on camera. This is where you come in and stand in. Your perfect job is a Stunt Ass Take the Adult Industry Job Quiz

A stunt ass. That would look great on my resume. *giggling* Thanks for the link kitten! *purrr*

Oh my.

We took a night off from the gym tonight. My body is just too tired and sore for the abuse. Well....for THAT kind of abuse..... Heh.

A couple hours ago The Wee General, aka my trainer, aka my next door neighbor, called me. She was bored, her hub (aka The Marquis de Sade) and her kids weren't home. She demanded that I come over and have a glass of wine with her.

So I went. How often does a trainer demand a trainee drink. I HAD to go.

One glass turns in to two bottles.

*hiccup*

We have this crazy conversation about our "wilder" days.

I have this stunning moment when I realize my wildest days were fifteen years ago and hers were only five years ago. Sometimes I forget she is ten years younger than me. Crikey.

Anyways.

So we drink.

And we talk.

And we drink.

And we talk....

Nate, you were right.

The Wee General is bi...

...and she just kissed me.

I think I need more alcohol.

HNT #3 and The Prowl, Part V

A couple new "Half Nekkid Thursday" pics....and the beginning of the next "day" in my naughty story.

These cuffs totally rule. They are soft and comfy. You can hook them to each other or to other things....like my headboard (in this pic), the footboard, all four posts at once... *wicked grin*


I think I will call this one "His View". *wink*

For more on the joys of HNT, click here!

And now my little story...

If you missed any of the previous chapters or would like a refresher before you read the latest...
The Prowl Part I
The Prowl Part II
The Prowl Part III
The Prowl Part IV

I feel him lightly stroking my hair, and sigh deeply.

I gingerly stretch.

I notice some soreness in my wrists, ankles and various orifices.

Youch.

I whimper.

"Are you going to growl at me?", he whispers.

I open my eyes, notice his nervous expression.

I promptly burst in to laughter.

"Why? What did you do???", I manage to giggle out.

He pulls the covers up to his eyes. Does he really think that will shield him from my wrath?

"I woke you up.".

He pulls the covers completely over his head.

I laugh harder.

"It's funny watching you cower in fear. Am I really that scary in the morning?".

I reach up and pinch his nipple.

"YES! You ARE!", he yelps.

I snuggle closer and giggle some more.

"How are you feeling?", he asks, as I pull the covers off his handsome face.

He kisses my forehead.

"Used, abused, sore and satisfied.".

He gently kisses my nose.

"Lower please.".

He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips.

"More please.".

He pulls me on top of him and in for a deeper kiss.

"I love kissing you.", I sigh happily.

"I noticed.", he smiles wider.

"Again please.".

He laughs, shaking his head at me. He does that a lot...?

I wiggle around a bit.

He moans.

"Oh, did I hit the right spot?".

I wiggle again.

He groans.

"Behave yourself or you'll get a spanking...".

I quickly spin myself around, throw myself across his lap, and shake my ass at him.

I can tell he is struggling very hard to not laugh.

"Behave yourself or I WON'T spank you, brat.".

I crawl off his lap muttering some rather colorful words and go back to my side of the bed.

He clears his throat.

"Yes Sir.", I sigh.

I roll on my side, facing him.

I pause...I eye my target...I take aim...I pounce.

"Ooomph!", he exclaims.

"Why aren't we having sex yet?", I say with a pout as I straddle him.

"Because we're expecting a guest.", he says with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

"A WHAT?".

"A guest."

"Uhmmm...my stranger???.".

My heart skips a beat. I am instantly wet. I shiver in antici(say it!)pation.

"No.", he says in a very sensuous tone, "This present is for me.".

*blink*

...to be continued...

100 records...

Tesco, one of my favorite rascals, has a kickass music site that you must visit.

Hopefully you have already haunted his original site, Blank Forever. It's been in my linkies since I first started this site.

He's got a second one that I have been haunting today for all the killer mp3s - 100 Records.

I left all of my damn cds at home the last two days, and Tesco and his fellow contributers at 100 Records saved me from complete and utter boredom.

I spazzed when I saw that Deryke, a regular contributor to 100 Records, did a post on Sublime.

*happy sigh*

God I love that band.

Here's a tasty sample of the joy to be found...

From 100 Records -

How Soon is Now by The Smiths

40 Oz to Freedom by Sublime

Funeral Party by The Cure

Time by Pink Floyd

Complete Control by The Clash

And some great vids by two of my favorite bands from Blank Forever:

Bauhaus covering Bowie

Creep by Radiohead

Go visit and worship, my darling Flowers.

He's going to be IMPOSSIBLE to live with now!

My evil and absolutely fabulous looking trainer/next door neighbor, normally referred to here as "The Wee General", asked my Other Half to marry her tonight.

Things are a bit complicated considering she is married to the Marquis de Sade and Other Half is married to me.

I guess love will find a way though.

*giggling*

Perhaps I should back up a bit.

Ahem.

The Wee General's dryer has been broken for quite a while. She spent a lot of the weekend at my house doing her laundry (good grief do those little babies of hers ever produce some dirty clothes! Crikey!). Other Half helped me fold some of TWG's towels and sheets. That was the first time she spazzed. Then tonight, it looks like Other Half fixed her dryer, saved her lots and lots of money, gave her squealing 4 year old pony rides (the 4 year old told Other Half she wants to call him "Alexis". LOL! If you could have seen his face!) and was tossing her 1 year old in the air and making the little dude giggle. So.....now TWG officially has a crush and hath proposed marriage.

*giggling*

Other Half is like that though. People fall in love with him all the time - kids, adults...heck, even pets. He's just a really special guy.

But like I said in the post title, he is going to be utterly impossible to live with.

Oi.

Training tips

(scroll down to the previous post for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday pic!)

I bet you thought by the title I was going to talk about BDSM training huh.

*grin*

NOPE! Not this time.

I've had several people email me and ask for fitness tips lately. I talked to the Wee General, aka my evil trainer/neighbor, and we put together some stuff for you, my lovely Flowers.

* When working out on machines or with free weights, maintaining the proper form is extremely important. If you break form, you will not be working out the proper muscle group, but more importantly, you could injure yourself - damage your joints, pull a muscle, etc...

If you are working out at a gym and are not sure about the proper form on an exercise, don't be a ninny. Ask someone who works there.

* Do at least three sets of each exercise. Remember, it is that last set that does the most work. We vary my reps each week - sometimes I do higher reps with lower weights, sometimes I go up in weights each set but down in the number I do, usually 20/18/16 or 16/14/12, depending on what we are doing. You've got to change things up, because if you do the same thing every single week the exercises you are doing will lose their effectiveness. Don't do the same cardio every time. Don't lift the same weights or the use the same machines every time. You've gotta change it up!

TWG makes small adjustments each week, but completely changes my program every month. We just went from "Body sculpting" to "Circuit Training". Body Sculpting is working with specific muscle groups each visit. We would break it up in to biceps/triceps day, chest/back/shoulders day, legs day, and then on my fourth work out day go back to biceps/triceps. It's basically a loop. Now that I am a lot stronger, we have started this "Circuit Training" stuff. Uuuuuuugh is it hard. It is a full body, timed work out. We'll do four machines at a time. I go straight from one to the other (literally running from machine to machine with TWG barking at me to run faster), and then once I complete a round of all four, I get a whopping one minute rest. Then we go again. And again. And again. And then we switch to four different machines. Uuuughhhhh.....the pain....the pain..... It is the hardest workout I have ever done in my life.

It works though. *flex*

By the way, though every muscle group needs a rest if you get sore, you can do abs each work out as long as you don't have a super deep soreness there. A little sore is ok. Barely being able to breath would classify as not ok.

* Failure....uuuuugh.......reaching "failure"......when I am to the point where I am about to crash, burn and die, TWG makes me go at least two more reps. Evil, isn't she? On that last round, you are supposed to be pretty much toast. If you aren't, you either didn't do high enough weights or didn't do high enough reps.

* You've got to dedicate yourself to it. No matter how bad a day you had, no matter how tired you feel, you have got to get up off your ass and do it. I promise, if you stick with it, you will be so glad you did.

**rubs her abs and sighs happily**

* Don't rush a movement when you are doing weights/machines. Go slow, make it burn. Yes, I know it is harder that way, but you'll see results faster too. TWG literally slaps my hand if I go too fast.

I swear that girl is a Domme.....

One more thing....start small! I started maybe....eight or nine months ago with just walking on a treadmill that we bought for our game room. After a few months of cardio, I started working out with TWG. It has been a gradual increase. You don't just throw yourself in to the deep end of the ocean. Work up to it or you'll hurt yourself.

* Diet stuff - you've got to feed your muscles, especially you men when you start to get bigger. Lean proteins, lower carb fruits like berries, fresh veggies, complex carbs. You need to have a little bit of fat each day, and it is better to have it in the morning.

We keep changing up my diet. Right now I am doing breakfast with lean protein, like egg whites, egg beaters, canadian bacon, a complex carb like a whole wheat muffin or a corn tortilla, and usually a piece of fruit. I change it up with yogurt, cottage cheese, maybe a whole wheat waffle with sugar free peanut butter...stuff like that.

You should be eating five times a day. I mentioned what I have for breakfast. Even if I am not hungry, I have a snack a few hours later. One of the big keys is, never let yourself get hungry! Your muscles need the food when you work them out!

My snack is usually a piece of fruit or a Matrix protein shake. For lunch this week while I have been on vacay, I have been doing Tony Labrada high protein/low carb shakes. STAY AWAY FROM THE CHOCOLATE FLAVOR! *gag* The vanilla is much better.

If I go out to lunch at work, I try to stick to a salad with protein like chicken, or protein and veggies. About an hour before I work out, I try to do a Matrix (that is a brand by the way, and it is a supplement, not a meal replacement) protein shake. I love that burst of energy. Then after I work out I will either do lean protein and veggies (I made turkey chili tonight....Yummmm....) or another Labrada shake.

As long as I don't let myself get hungry, I have no trouble sticking with the strict training regimen. If I get hungry, I want to dive in to a box of godiva truffles.

MMmmmmmMMMMMmmm.......chooooooocolate.......

Speaking of chocolate...let yourself have a treat. I allow myself one meal a week where I am a bit naughty. You can't deny yourself all the time. You'll make yourself miserable and set yourself up to fail.

Good god. I am waaaaay to into this. *giggling*

Any more questions? Send 'em my way Darlings....

Half Nekkid Thursday post #2!

A little candle wax fun...

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Tagged!

LL tagged me. WENCH!!!!!

Here are the directions: Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected.

VERY random bits about me:

1. I received a music scholarship offer from Julliard. Turning it down to be a professional party animal was not exactly one of my better decisions...

2. I have an unnatural emotional attachment to my cell phone.

3. When I started working out with my trainer I could only do about 35 pounds on the calve press machine. I can do over 200 pounds now. *flex*

4. I have had lots of published authors in my family. I've recently been approached about becoming the NEXT published author in my family. Neat, huh? I am, as far as I know, the only one who writes about/wrote about sex. I hope. Eeeeew! Must think about something else now.

5. This blog has turned me in to an exhibitionist.

5 1/2. Ok, you probably already knew that, so here's a bonus random thing about me. My eyes change colors depending on my mood. If they turn really bright green, run for your life.

If you are reading this and haven't done it already, consider yourself tagged. Pooshie - that means you Mister!!!!!

A special Flower's Birthday

Please pop over and spank MJ .

Happy Birthday!

Linkage updates!

Additions to my "naughty" links:

Adventures of Spanko Girl

Alex and Suze

Blonde Moments Blog

Between the sheets

Inside my lair

Musings of a submissive wife

Osbasso, the King of HNT

S Spot

Samantha

Seldom Understood

The Porn Czar

Additions to the Harem:

Huckleberry's Locked hearts and handgrenades

Paul's 6 million dollar blog

SGT B's Gun Line

And one of my all time favorite blogs:

JustRose

Have fun surfing Flowers!

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Garrrrrrrrrr, me good eye.......

Last night after my "oral reward" (see previous post - hehehehe) we were rolling around talking and wrestling.

I noticed an odd little twinge.

Blondage - "Owie. My eye hurts.".

Other Half - "Want me to stick my finger in it?".

Blondage - *laughing* "Thank you, but no.".

*wrestle, wrestle, talk, blah blah blah, fall asleep*

This morning when I woke up, I couldn't open my left eye.

Uhmmm.......WTF????

*dial Other Half's phone number*

Blondage - "(deleted annoying nickname), my eye is worse.".

Other Half - "Put some visine in it.".

Blondage - "Kinda hard to do that when it is swollen shut.".

Other Half - "Smartass.".

Blondage - "Well.....like.....DUH.".

Other Half - *laughs*

Blondage - "What do you think this is? Allergic reaction?".

Other Half - *dramatic pause, adopts a very somber tone* I'm afraid I know what it is. *sigh*

Blondage - *panics* OMG!!!! Is it BAD?!?!? Do I need a doctor??????? WTF is it?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!!!!

Other Half - *another dramatic pause, somber tone continues* It's Blogger's Eye.

Blondage - *channels Steve-the-Pirate* GAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

A woodsy encounter

I whimper as he slips a ballgag in to my mouth.

"You will not make a sound, or your ass will feel it for a month,", he whispers in my ear.

I nod.

He attaches a leash to the collar around my neck and leads me towards the forest.

I trip periodically as my shoes sink in to the mud.

Fuck-me-heels are definitely not meant for hiking.

We reach a clearing.

I see a small structure.

"Climb.", he whispers.

I grasp a metal ladder and carefully begin to make my way up. I feel his eyes on my ass from below, and begin to wiggle it, teasing him as I climb. I reach the top and swing my legs over the side and into the structure. He quickly climbs up the ladder and in behind me.

He spreads a blanket out on the floor.

"Kneel.", he whispers.

I kneel at his feet.

He removes the ballgag from my mouth, unzips his fly and sits down on the lone chair.

I grasp his cock in my gloved hands.

I lean forward and begin to lick from the balls all the way up to the head and back again.

I take the head of his cock inside my mouth and begin to quietly suck.

I hear his breathing begin to change, quicken.

"Wow. Is he already about to cum?", I think to myself.

I feel his hands on my face, stilling me.

"Get down.", he whispers.

I hit the deck.

BOOM!

The gun cracks.

I lift my head and peek over the edge of the deer stand.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeew!", I exclaim.

- - - - - - - -

For those of you who are completely confused by this one, please read the previous post.

Other Half, you owe my smartass self at LEAST an hour of oral.

Scene from the House of Blondage

When - this morning, as we were getting dressed
Players - Blondage and Other Half
- - - - - - -
Blondage - Want some say in the next part of my naughty story?

Other Half - You know me, you know what I like.

Blondage - *pauses*......Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know what your biggest fantasy is.

Other Half - You're just trying to trick me in to blogging.

Blondage - No, I really want to know! What is your biggest fantasy! Tell me and I'll write it in to my story.

Other Half - I want to shoot a buck with a rack THIS BIG. *spreads arms as wide as he can*

Blondage - *growl*

I need a massage and a vicodan stat!

The Wee General, aka my evil trainer, tried to kill me at the gym today. We worked out for two and a half hours. Something popped in my hip. My neck feels funny. My muscles are spasming in ways they have never spasmed before.

*whimper*

NOT COOL.

Yoko Ono...

...just made my ears bleed.

Sky rockets in flight....afternoon deliiiiiight.....

I was listening to the radio on my drive in to work this morning. They were discussing a British study that perked my wittle ears up.....

Some sort of study was done about work habits. Those sassy Brits discovered that:
1. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Mondays, it is to do something for or with their kids.
2. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Wednesdays, it is to go on a job interview.
3. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Fridays, it is to hook up with someone for wild, crazy monkey luuuuuuv.

Ha!!!!

So out with it Flowers......does any of this (especially the Friday one) apply to you? Got any hot stories???? SPILL IT!!!!!!!!

*grin*

Popping my "Half Nekkid Thursday" cherry!

Well my lovely Flowers, since I have been writing about a threesome...and I have commitment issues...and no one I asked totally agreed...here's three pics for my first Half Nekkid Thursday post.

If you are unfamiliar with HNT, please click the linkie in my side bar.

Happy HNT all!

The Prowl, the conclusion...

If you missed parts I, II or III, please scroll down my lovely flowers...

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My heart races.

"Are you afraid?", the stranger asks me.

"Yes. Yes I am.".

"Good.", he says, loud enough for others to hear.

He leans forward and nuzzles my neck.

I am taken by surprise when he whispers in my ear, "Just let go. You're safe with me.".

I wrap my body tightly around him and sigh, realizing that I chose the right man out of all of those who surround me.

I feel my man stand up. I look up in to his eyes. He is smiling that devilish smile of his.

I take a deep breath.

"Time to get in to character.", the stranger whispers in my ear.

I fight a smile.

I am no longer scared of what is to come, but I try to look as if I am terrified.

I see my man turn his head to avoid laughing. Apparently he can tell I am totally faking it.

Can't hide a damn thing from that man.

He reaches around me and spanks my ass. Hard. Repeatedly.

I squeak, immediately more focused.

I reluctantly unwrap myself from the extraordinary body of the stranger and slide down to the floor.

I lower myself to my hands and knees.

I begin to crawl to the ropes, slinking and rocking my hips, head lowered to hide a smile.

I feel the room watching me. My body is on fire. I want to run to the ropes ripping my clothes off as I scamper...but I keep myself in check and slink. Slowly.

I reach the elevated platform and crawl up the stairs. I reach the center, sit back on my heels, keeping my head bowed.

The Rope Master approaches me.

"Do as he says.".

"Yes Sir.".

The Rope Master slowly circles me. I remain still.

He reaches for my chin and raises my eyes to meet his.

"Give me your hands little one.".

I think to myself, he looks very nice, but I suspect he is actually quite evil.

I fight another smile, and reach for his hands.

He slides my hands through the softest leather cuffs I have ever felt. I am then told to sit on the floor. He gently takes my feet one at a time, and slides them through cuffs identical to those that have captured my wrists. My ankles are tightly encircled. I love the feeling. I sigh and close my eyes, reveling in the feel of the leather against my skin. When I open my eyes, he is arching an eyebrow at me, looking rather amused. I quickly begin studying the floor and humming. He laughs out loud.

He swiftly removes my corset and helps me step out of my skirt. He leaves my panties, thigh highs and heels on me. I start to lower my gaze, but change my mind. I boldly raise my chin, and sweep my eyes across the room, looking at each man who is staring at my body. I am encouraged by the appreciative smiles and hungry gazes.

I think to myself, yes, I can do this.

The Rope Master tells me to remain standing and relax my shoulders. My body throbs as I see him walk towards me, beautiful red rope in hand. He begins to wind the rope around my body, knotting it in an intricate web. I feel like he is worshipping my body as he continues to coil the rope around me. I am fascinated by the pattern he creates. He works his way around, up and down my body, occasionally looping the ropes through loops and hooks attached to the structure I am standing on. By the time he completes his task, I am so close to cumming that I freeze, hold my breath, desperately trying to regain control.

This incredibly talented man whispers in my ear, "Are you ready?".

I nod.

Suddenly I am off my feet, suspended in the air. I feel as if I am reclined and swinging in a hammock.

Well, reclined and swinging, nearly naked, with my legs tied wide open in a hammock....

I am surprised by how good it feels, how comfortable I am despite being in this vulnerable position.

I begin testing my ropes and cuffs, trying to judge how much control I will have. I discover my movement will be quite limited to tugging against my restraints and arching my back. I am verrrrrry happy.

I begin to relax after successfully fighting off a non-sanctioned orgasm...until I see my chosen stranger walk towards me with a pair of scissors in his hands.

My eyes widen.

Fear chases the good feelings away again.

He slides the lower blade of the scissors gently under the upper leg of each side of my panties and cuts them off.

I think to myself, uhmmm...no, I don't think I can do this after all.

My wonderful man senses my panic and steps in to my line of site. I stare in to his eyes. He walks to me, leans down and kisses my lips. I am hesitant at first, still distracted by my exposed position. He continues to tantalize me with his lips and his tongue. I feel my self relaxing. I begin to kiss him back. After a few moments I am biting and nipping at his lips. I want more, and he knows it. I feel him smile against my lips.

"Cum as often as you want.", he says as he smiles at me.

I moan and think to myself, why couldn't you have said that to me ten minutes ago...but of course I say nothing, and simply bat my eyelashes and smile.

He laughs.

His fingers brush my face, sweep down my sensitive neck, and begin to flick and tease my nipples. I see him motion to my stranger to walk to us. I look up into his startlingly blue eyes as he walks towards me and smile at him.

The stranger approaches my left side. He touches the cuff on my left wrist, and begins trailing his fingers down the intricate web of rope, never once touch my skin. I am dying to feel his fingers upon me. I try to squirm to force his fingers off their path, but my man holds me still.

I watch his fingers move down the rope on my breasts, lingering upon the knots before traveling lower to my waist.

"Breathe.", my man reminds me.

I think to myself, oh. Yeah. Breathe. Ok. Right.

He arches a brow at my facial expression, which I then quickly make blank.

He is so good at busting me.

I sigh and return my eyes to the strangers hands.

He has reached my tummy and moved down my abdomen. His fingers continue to move down the outside of my thighs, down my calves, around my ankle, and to the inside of my calf.

He pauses.

I whimper.

He chuckles.

I close my eyes.

His fingers continue up the rope and pause once more at the top of my inner thigh.

I open my eyes in time watch him kneel between my thighs. I feel his breath on my clit.

"Please.", I beg.

My man takes my right nipple in to his mouth. I begin moaning, loudly, as he begins to pull at me with his teeth. His hand cups my left breast, and then he pinches my left nipple.

I still feel the stranger's breath between my thighs.

Just when I think he is never going to touch me...he does.

With his tongue.

My orgasm is instant and intense as he begins darting it in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

I throw my head back and scream.

He licks my sensitive clit.

I scream again.

My man stands up, removes his clothes and presses his hard cock to my lips.

Normally I take my time. Normally I love to tease.

Not this time.

From the second his cock slides in to my mouth, I suck him hard, at full force. I flatten my tongue against his cock. He thrusts his hips and I take him deep inside my throat. When he pulls out almost all the way out, my tongue quickly licks the head of his cock, flicking it, circling it, lapping at it.

I am quite pleased with myself when I hear him groan. A small victory, but a sweet one.

I begin to find it difficult to concentrate as my stranger begins pressing several fingers inside my pussy as he continues to lick my clit.

My man notices I am distracted and reaches down and gives my collar a tug.

I yelp and begin to suck his cock harder.

He motions to the stranger.

I whimper as I feel fingers leave my body.

He stands, removes his clothes, and walks up my body.

"Suck his cock.".

I happily comply.

I suck him deep inside my mouth, loving the taste of him.

He pulls out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with his dick.

I frantically try to get his cock back inside my mouth, needing more, wanting more.

Suddenly my man is between my thighs. He rubs his cock on my clit. I am close....so close to cumming again. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside my pussy. I try to scream, but the cock inside my mouth silences me. I cum hard as both cocks slide in and out of me, deeper and deeper.

The cock disappears from my mouth.

I feel my upper torso being lifted so that I am in more of a sitting position. I am being maneuvered like a puppet on a string.

My man's wonderful cock is still thrusting inside me, his hands now gripping my ass, creating a swinging effect. I feel his body tense. I know he is close to cumming.

Suddenly he stops.

Damn.

I feel the stranger walk up behind me.

"I want her ass.", he says.

I feel his hands running down my back. He slaps my ass hard. I yelp.

My man reaches around me and pulls my ass cheeks open.

The stranger begins to cover me with lube. I feel his fingers begin to press inside me, probing me, stretching me.

"Relax.", my man commands. He lowers his head and begins licking and sucking my nipples.

My mind begins to drift. I lose track of who is where. I feel fingers rubbing my clit, the sensuous strain of the rope against my skin, a mouth on my neck, another mouth on my chest and a finger inside my ass.

The fingers on my clit are suddenly replaced by the head of a very hard cock.
I moan as I am entered once again.

My ass is being slapped with a cock.

I feel a strong, muscular chest press against my back.

The thrusting inside my pussy slows. I feel the other cock slowly begin to press inside my ass.

"Go slow. She's small.", my man demands of the stranger.

I hear a strange noise. I think it is a moan? Almost a scream? It takes me a moment to realize the odd sound is coming from me.

I feel fingers rubbing my clit. I feel hands reach around and grasp my breasts. Someone is biting my neck.

The cock in my ass presses deeper. I feel the head pop all the way inside. I scream in to my man's body. Both men slow and stand still.

I feel the cock inside my ass being slowly withdrawn until just the head was inside, then slowly pressed forward. The motion is repeated until I feel balls against my ass.

My body is flooded with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain and relief that I am able to take it all inside me.

I feel both men begin to surge forward. Another scream is forced from my body as I feel the thickness of both cocks finally filling me completely.

My mind completely lets go. I can no longer think, only feel.

The three of us find a rhythm. Brutal, animalistic. My body has relaxed, and both men are thrusting deeper inside me, building up speed. My body is shaking. Momentum is building.

My approaching orgasm snaps me out of my daze. I feel the blood rush out of my head as the first wave begins to wash over me.

I feel teeth on my neck.

Hands running all over my body.

I keep cumming and cumming. The vibrating and pulsing of my body begins to
make the cocks inside me throb.

I hear the stranger cry out as he begins pulsating and shooting his hot cum deep inside my ass.

I writhe and moan as I feel my man begin to throb and cum deep inside my pussy. I begin to scream again as I feel another orgasm take me by surprise.

....and the world fades to black.

I feel someone kissing my forehead and my cheeks. I think I know him. He is saying my name. Yes, that is definitely my name. He wants me to open my eyes, but I don't think I can. I am vaguely aware of being lowered to the ground. I feel my arms and legs being gently rubbed. It feels nice. I black out again.

I wake up wrapped in a blanket, cradled in my man's lap.

"Are you with me Baby?", he asks in a worried tone.

I purr.

He laughs.

"I will take that as an affirmative.".

I smile and sigh happily.

I realize we are alone.

"Where is he?".

"Released back to the wild.".

"Mmmmmmmmm...".

I look down at the rope marks one my arms and legs.

"Those are going to be fun to explain.", I say giggling.

He presses my head to his shoulder.

"You need to rest.".

"Oh?".

"Yes.".

"Why?".

"Tonight was about fulfilling your biggest fantasy. Tomorrow we're going to fulfill mine.".

I shiver, wondering what he has up his sleeve for me next...

Whilst I was working on my story tonight....

....I discovered tonight that this is a great song to write to.

*wicked grin*

"Big Man With A Gun" by Nine Inch Nails

I am a big man
(yes I am)
and I've got a big gun
got me a big old dick and I
I like to have fun
held against your forehead
Well I'll make you suck it
maybe I'll put a hole in your head
you know, just for the fuck of it
I can reduce you if I want
I can devour
I'm hard as fucking steel, I've got the power
I'm every inch a man, and I'll show you somehow
me and my fucking gun
nothing can stop me now
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to cum all over you

shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to cum all over you

shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to cum all over you

shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to cum all over you

me and my fucking gun

me and my fucking gun
me and my fucking gun
me and my fucking gun

....and Blondage purred...and quivered...and wrote faster....and faster...and faster...

The Best. Search. Engine. Hit. EVER.

Oh good god.

Someone went to www.ask.com and did a search on AFTER WIFE SPANKS ME WITH LEATHER SWITCH FOR TELLING HER A LIE, SHE TAKES ME TO BATHROOM AND SHAVES ME FROM WAIST TO MY ANKLES, SHE THEN SHAVES ME WEEKLY FOR 3 MONTHS.

The caps are their's by the way...

My site comes up as the eighth match!!!!!!!

That may have to take the place of "Two men fucking a watermelon" as my all time favorite search hit.

I like this "Sexy Name Decoder" thingy...

*giggling*

Too funny.

Shamelessly pilfered from the Evil Firehouse.

Position of the week...

A couple people pointed out to me that I haven't done a "Position of the Week" post in ages. Doh! So here we go!

I am going with sexual instead of political (don't I always? *grin*).

We sorta discovered this one by accident a week or two ago.

We started out spooning on our left sides. Other Half slid his top leg, his right one, in between mine. Then he sorta slid me so that we formed a right angle and moved me on to my back (he was still on his side). We stayed in that position for a while, and then he grabbed my right ankle and moved it up by his head. I sorta curled my left leg behind his ass for leverage (knee bent, ankle resting on the small of his back). He had his head resting on my ankle which was pretty cool. This is definitely a good one for you foot fetish/foot worshipers. Easy access for toe lickage. *grin* Other Half also had easy access to rubbing my clit, which always makes me happy.

It sounds weird, but I liked it.

A few days later I was like.....sooooo........wanna try that one again?

He sighed and told me it was a lot of work and he was tired.

LOL!

So Flowers, this is not a position for the sleepy. I'd say this is a good one for the drunk and randy.

Have fun!

*grin*

The Prowl, Part III

For Parts I and II, please scroll down my lovely Flowers....

He quickly closes the space between us.

He lightly touches my face.

I smile.

"Are you ready Baby?".

"Yes Sir.".

He kisses me gently on the lips, reaches around me, and swats me on the ass.

I yelp and giggle.

"Let's go.".

He takes my hand, and leads me in to my chosen room.

I try to keep my expression neutral, almost bored. I do not want the others in the room to realize I am nervous and a little frightened. There is a power in that knowledge that I am not yet ready to surrender.

He leads me to a large chair, and tells me to sit.

I watch him walk to bar in the corner and refill our wine.

I love watching him move.

He walks back to where I am perched, fighting a smile as he sees my hungry gaze.

"I know. I'm sexy.".

I am unable to stifle a giggle.

Several men begin to eye me with interest.

I blush.

He slides on to the chair behind me.

I scoot backwards until I am flush against his chest.

He hands me my wine, and I try to sip it, and choke.

I begin coughing, and once again, I feel eyes upon me.

"Baby, you have got to calm down.".

I whimper.

He reaches between my legs and lifts up my skirt.

His fingers move aside my panties, and before I fully realize his intent, he pushes two fingers inside me.

I gasp.

"You're going to cum for me.".

"In front of all these...".

"You're about to do a lot of things in front of all these...".

I quiver.

"Close your eyes".

I happily comply, successfully blocking out the others in the room from my mind. He begins to move his incredible fingers in and out, while rubbing my clit with his thumbs. I begin to thrust my hips against his hands, moving faster and faster. I can feel an orgasm begin to build. He adds a third finger. I moan loudly.

"Cum on my fingers. Now!".

My legs begin to shake. I begin to cum. I scream his name.

I lean back against him, panting and gasping and grateful.

"Open your eyes.".

I gasp.

A crowd has silently gathered around us.

I blush and lower my eyes.

I hear several chuckles before I sense the gathering move back once again to the main attraction.

I shyly turn my head towards his and he kisses me.

"Better?".

"Yes.".

He growls.

"I mean, yes Sir.".

He raises his fingers to my lips. I greedily lick and suck his fingers clean.

"Good girl.".

I smile.

"You've baited the hook. Are you ready to reel one in?".

"Sir???".

"You're beautiful when you cum. They all want you now.".

"Oh.".

I blink.

I begin looking around the room, feeling slightly emboldened.

I stare at each man until a pair of eyes meets mine, and then I move on.

My eyes linger upon the back of a tall, broad shouldered man with a shaved head.

Something about him captures my interest.

I want to see his face. I NEED to see his face.

I see his shoulders still as if he senses my stare.

He slowly turns and locks eyes with me.

I am startled by how blue this stranger's eyes are, how intense his gaze is.

I am instantly aroused.

"That one.", I whisper, my eyes still locked with his.

I feel my man's arms reach around my waist, his lips kissing the back of my neck.

"Are you sure? There will be no turning back.".

"I understand.".

The stranger nods in the direction of my man.

I feel him nod back.

Electricity shoots through my body as he begins to approach us with a rather
predatory look in his eye.

He looks me up and down. I can feel myself blushing.

He looks at my man.

"May I?"

"Yes.".

I blink, realizing that his "yes" meant...

The stranger crouches down, becoming eye level with me.

His startling eyes never leave mine as he lightly touches my ankles.

He slowly trails his fingers up my legs.

I feel my man's hands reach around and open my shirt.

I remain frozen as the stranger touches my calves, my thighs, my hips...

He leans forward and kisses me.

His tongue begins to dance with mine, and I become frantic for more.

I feel his hands move to the top of my corset.

He runs his fingers along the exposed skin, up to my leather collar, and tugs.

"Mmmmmmm.", I purr.

He lowers his lips to the right side of my neck and bites.

"Yes.", I gasp.

I feel my man begin to nuzzle the left side of my neck.

Two sets of hands begin running up and down my body.

I wrap my legs around the waist of the kneeling stranger.

He grabs my ass and lifts me off the chair.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bite his lower lip.

I feel my man move forward. He presses his pelvis against my ass and grinds.

I moan.

"Look to your right.", he whispers in my ear.

I turn and gaze at the other female in the room.

She is slowly being lowered, the red rope untied and the cuffs unhooked.

I watch her go limp as the two men she has just fucked begin to rub the rope marks on her arms and legs.

"You realize what that means...".

I freeze, instantly knowing what he is about to say.

"Your turn.".

Sweet. Always with the "sweet" thing. *sigh*

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I think Part III of The Prowl should feature the narrator... choosing room number one, and playing with the submissive girl... choosing room number two, and going hunting in the orgy pile... choosing room number three, and being suspended, tied up and molested... who cares, just quit slacking and WRITE damnit! view results

Have you ever...

...gone to a giant staff party...

...where you are one of five full time people present in a room of several hundred part time people that the party is honoring....

...so you help bartend because one of your best friends on the staff is helping out already and you want to play with her 'cause she's cool...

...and apparently you proceed to drink more margaritas than you serve...

...which results in you becoming rather blitzed...

...and the crowd includes five of your part time employees who can't stop telling you what a cute drunk you are...

...and then you tell your other favorite girlfriend how fascinated you are with a security supervisor's muscles...

...and she calls him over, has him flex for you, and you nearly pass out...

...and you proceed to tell them both about your naughty blog and how to find it via a google search (Greetings R and J, R - I may never be able to look you and K in the eye again...)...

...and the party ends, and you tell some guy's wife, whom you have never met before, that J (aka, Muscles), flexed and you nearly passed out...

...then you stagger out to the parking lot where R harasses you without mercy about the multiple-mentioned-muscle-fascination...

...and she calls Muscles over and tells him to walk you to your car...

...and you talk to Muscles for a long time about the naughty blog, his "real job" adventures (oh my...he should write a naughty blog too...), probably mention his muscles a time or two because you have lost some sort of filter that prevents you from saying whatever pops in to your wittle blonde head, and thankfully sober up a bit because it is COLD...

...so you drive home, call a poisonous Flower on the way home because he lives two hours behind you, probably mention alcohol and muscles a LOT...

(Henbane darlin', the details of the conversation are just between us, ok? Well, actually they aren't, because I can't really remember them, but you know what I mean...)

...so you get home, CHECK THE BLOG FOR NEW COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU ARE AN OBSESSED FREAK and send a couple drunken emails...

...crawl in to bed and wake up your husband a mere two and a half hours before his alarm goes off for work...

...so when he gets out of bed, he makes noise and turns a light on for revenge...

...and you wake up, moan, and suddenly realize you feel woozy and dehydrated...

...so you crawl in to the bathroom to splash water in your face...

...you happen to catch your reflection in the mirror...

...and shriek WTF is that in my HAIR??!?!?!?

...then you crawl down the stairs for gatorade and aspirin...

...and the computer calls to you, because you are insane...

AND YOU FRIKKIN WRITE THIS BLOG POST!

*groooaaaan*

Not sure I can finish Part III of the new naughty story today, darling Flowers. I may be in bed with a cold compress over my eyes most of the day. Thank god I'm on vacation. Ugh.

...bad pain...baaaaaad pain......

*whimper*

The Prowl, Part II

For Part I, please scroll down to the post before last, my lovely Flowers.....

He reaches for the door.

I grasp his hand, turn to face him, and place his hand on my heart.

He feels my heart pounding and smiles down at me.

"Nervous?".

I consider denying it, but then smile slightly and nod.

He kisses me gently on the lips.

"Stop stalling.".

I blush, grin and move his hand back to the door.

We walk inside a long, dimly lit hallway.

My heart continues to race.

He reaches around me, rests his hand low on my right hip, and guides me forward.

We reach the end of the hallway and enter a large, gothically decorated room.

Soft lighting, dark velvet furniture....like something out of a Dracula movie.

I begin to purr.

He laughs. "You like?".

"I like.".

Then I notice something odd.

We're alone...?

I look at him, a question in my eyes.

"Be patient.".

I sigh. I am not exactly known for being patient...but I answer, "Yes Sir.".

He walks towards a small bar area, and pours us each a glass of wine.

I try not to gulp.

He smiles at me.

He tops off our glasses, reaches for my hand, and pulls me towards another doorway.

I notice the walls of the hallway ahead appear to be windows.

I am so excited that I begin to shake.

He sets our glasses down, turns to me, presses his body against mine until my back against the wall, pushes one of his legs between my thighs and grinds against me.

"This is what you want.".

"Yes.", I gasp.

He grabs my hips and raises me up.

I wrap my legs tightly around his waist.

"You're sure?".

"Yes!".

I reach for his face and pull his lips to mine, kissing him hungrily.

I grind against him. I wish he would take me now, here.....but he has other plans.

Slowly, he unwraps my legs from his waist and lowers me to the ground.

I sway and lean in to him, refusing to allow his lips to leave mine.

Finally he takes a step back.

"Stop it or you will not see what is down this hallway.".

Being the curious creature that I am, I whimper, but nod in agreement.

He hands me my wine, I take another sip and a deep breath.

We reach the first set of windows on the left.

I see several attractive couples, standing around the room.

In the center, there is a strikingly beautiful women, sitting naked and still as a statue on a sofa.

I turn to him. "What is going to happen to her?", I ask.

"Watch.", he commands, and pushes me forward, pinning me between him and the glass.

My eyes move back to the beautiful girl.

I watch as a man approaches her and begins to caress her shoulders.

Her eyes close, and I notice that she shivers.

Another man walks towards her, crouches low , and spreads her legs, inspecting her lovely pussy.

"They will all take her.", he growls in my ear.

I blink.

"All? They will ALL take her?", I ask, my voice squeaking a bit.

"Yes. You may have her too if you like.".

My body melts.

"Is she a submissive?".

"Yes.".

I watch another beautiful woman walk to the submissive and lightly kiss her on the lips.

He begins to kiss the back of my neck.

I shiver and close my eyes, world spinning a bit.

"I would like to see my other choices.".

He releases me, and I walk further up the hallway.

I peer through the set of windows on the right.

I gasp.

I see countless naked bodies intertwined.

"Can you actually go hunting in there or do we just dive in?".

He laughs.

"We could join in, or break a few off from the pack.".

"Ohhhhhhhh my.".

I watch for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the frantic movements of the flailing limbs.

I decide to move forward, to the last set of windows at the end of the hallway.

I freeze, entranced.

I see a girl, suspended by wrist cuffs and some intricately wrapped red rope.

Two men are circling her.

I stand, spellbound.

The taller of the men pauses in front of her, reaches out and touches her lips.

She begins to suck on his fingers, as the second man begins to stroke her ass.

The taller man pulls his fingers out of her mouth, and slowly trails them down her body.

"They will both take her.".

"Both???".

"Both.".

"You mean....?".

"You know exactly what I mean. Double penetration.".

I gulp. I throb.

"Come to me.".

I walk towards him on very unsteady legs.

"Choose".

"Eeeny, meeny, miney....".

He reaches out and pinches both of my nipples.

"Be serious...", he threatens.

"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous...and a little scared...and...".

He raises his finger to my lips, quieting me, helping me focus.

"Choose.".

I gaze in to his eyes for a moment.

I turn and slowly walk up and down the hall once more, drinking in the images before me, feeling my sensors overload.

I pause in front of the room that scares me the most, excites me the most.

I turn to face him.

He is not surprised.

He knows me well.