Friday, September 29, 2006

Happy Anniversary Honey....

I can't believe it has been seven years since we were standing in that beautiful chapel in a castle so far away. You're such a blessing. I love you so much, my beautiful, wonderful husband.





Now.....assume the position. LOL!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

A naughty little post.

I posted this last November, in my previous little blogosphere existance. *grin*

I feel like doing a little re-post for all my new Flowers. *wicked grin*

This is not safe for work, children or pets.

;)


this is an audio post - click to play

Monday, September 25, 2006

Mmmmm........

I thought of another addiction......more of an obsession really, so it gets it's own post.

Watching men use power tools.

*pant*

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Ten addictions....

Music.

Porn.

Politics.

Love.

Shopping.

Bailey's Caramel.

Sex.

My Xterra.

Coach.

The blogosphere.

**UPDATE** How could I have left off.....

Email.

Gmail chat.

You tube.

Kittens, puppies and babies.

My job.

My fur and leather paddle.

Damn....I guess I have an "addictive" personality...

Friday, September 22, 2006

Fuck you Friday #5

First, I'd like to say a friendly little "Fuck you" to my cell phone, formerly known as "The Precious", for making me think this picture turned out ok when it is in fact a blurry mess.

So.....Fuck you Not-so-Precious.



Second, I would like to tell my hairstylist to fuck off for scalping me last weekend. I am STILL not over that. FOUR. INCHES. *whine*

Third, a nice big fuck you to drama. I have way too much of it in my life these days.

Fourth, fuck you to the people in my life who take me for granted and hurt me all the time.

And Fifth, Fuck me! Please? God I need it!


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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

First pics since I got scalped last weekend (four inches gone! *sob*)...








Now go give Osbasso a big ole smooch!

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

This song.....

.....makes me want to have rough, passionate, borderline violent sex.

Mmmmmm.....I like the idea of being spanked, flogged and paddled to the beat of it.......

....and then, when my ass can't take any more punishment, being fucked until my damn eyes cross.

(not permanently, of course)

;)



"Count bodies like sheep" by A Perfect Circle....

Happy Birthday SJR!

A birthday toast from Cougar:
May the bloody piles possess them
May the corns adorn their feet
May the crabs as big as horse turds
Hang off their balls and eat
And when they're old and feeble
A syphilitic wreck
I hope their spine falls through their asshole
And breaks their G*! D@#n neck!

And now.....an updated list of favorite things the birthday boy has said! Some to me, some to Coug, some here and there in the blogosphere..... ;)

1. Hawwwwwwwwwt!
2. You ever see a relaxed Liberal?
3. I have thick luxurious hair damnit!
4. You've done well, my young apprentice.
5. What's a get out of jail free card?
6. Very naughty you are little Miss Blondie!
7. Wench!
8. I look forward to keeping the both of you satisfied, I mean occupied...
9. I may not be 'new' but I am feeling a little warm...
10. Was that a good slap or a bad slap?
11. I'm just sayin'...
12. I'm very happy to announce, that you have passed with flying FuckMePump's, I mean, colors!!!
13. Bah, who needs a halo anyway?
14. They are obviously all liberals and scared of me. Rooooooaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
15. ....or as Doggie would put it: RRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFF! He takes after me you know.
16. I do have a hot nasty story or two up my sleeve.
17. Holy hot damn.
18. You are very cute when you are on strike.
19. Seen anyone in butt floss today?
20. By the way, nipples are above the waist.
21. Baseball is NOT determined by cuteness.
22. Caterpillars?
23. Shiny, sparkily and skimpy, heh. Perfect!!!
24. I may have to redesignate her... PT G/F # 1.7 she's slipping...
25. *thinking that a pic in a little black t-shirt would certainly help the deduction to be reconsidered*
26. I think I may be in trouble here.
27. What can I say... I'm a giver..
28. What is it that you say Blondie? We are all going straight to hell?
29. Balls? Did I hear... balls????????? I have some you know.
30. You are wearing a bikini to work, right?
31. We are so much alike it is scary, lol.
32. You two start making out ar anything?
33. I think this is the perfect opportunity to toss him to the curb. And kick him while he is down. And let me kick him a few times. And then let my doggie bite him. And pull out his dreads.
34. Ohhhhhhhhhhh I agree! Everything is better after a few buttery nipples!
35. Now now now... no need to stomp and pout. That will get you (edited to protect the innocent...?)...
36. Growwwwwwwwwwly.
37. I'm Tom Jones and my Penis is Ultrasonicly Pendulous Baby!!!
38. MmmmmmHmmmmmmm....
39. I may need to call in some back up!
40. I'd better get to the gym. Need stamina for all this!
41. Cock at the bottom... mmmmmmmm yes :)
42. The bottom line in the whole boy and girl game is this: "Girls control the pussy".
43. Do you like girls?
44. I'm a bad bad bad bad bad bad boy.
45. I have chocolate whip cream if you need it :)
46. Holy... uh... what happened after that pic was taken? Hmmmmm hmmmmmm?
47. I can't decide if I think it is sexy or gross!
48. lol. yeah you just got to let it flow man...
49. I love boobs.
50. What can I say. I'm a hunk.

Yes, birthday boy, you are!


Monday, September 18, 2006

Oi.

I woke up naked, and I don't have a clue how I got that way.

Well, ok, I vaguely remember losing my pants during the 3-way I had with a couple gorgeous girls with the cutest voices EVER (hence forth known here as Evilicious Cat Nip).

Too bad we couldn't get audio blogger to record us together. There was talk of an orgasm-faking-contest.

*wicked grin*

I think I am still drunk.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Caption it!

.....and the winner was......Jason!

You guys are all so clever. I'm in awe! Truly.

Dark and mysterious damnit. DARK AND MYSTERIOUS.

You Are a Strawberry Margarita

You're so sweet it's a little overwhelming, and people are a little afraid of corrupting you...
It's a little difficult to imagine you with a margarita. And you're truly a different person after you've kicked back a couple!

- - - - - - -

From my weekly horoscope email...

Evilicious, you haven't been treated fairly lately, and this weekend is a good time to wake up and change the situation. Someone else's needs or insecurity is no reason for you to continue to give more than you get. Expect a better deal in relationships and you just might get it.

Slash and burn baby. Slash and burn.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Power trip

(You pervs looking for HNT pics, scroll down. heh.)

Cougar and I went to lunch a couple days ago. We were talking about a very erotic, though innocent, experience she had at the Tool concert last Monday.

It brought back a memory that still makes me grin.

Black Crowes concert, around 1991 or 1992...back when you could still stand on your chair and dance...

...which is exactly what I was doing when I met Geoff.

I was with a girlfriend and her other half. We were having fun, when...

*pinch*

Right on my ass. I turned around, and couldn't tell who did it. I noticed this really cute blonde haired guy who was looking in a different direction, and I remember thinking, damn, I wish it had been him.

I faced the band again, and went back to shaking my tail.

*pinch*

Felt it again, harder this time.

I quickly turned around, and this time, the blonde haired guy was looking at me with a big grin on his face. I laughed and smiled back. I thought he was reaching to shake my hand, but no. He grabbed my arm and pulled himself up on my chair.

Black Crowes music was great to bump and grind to.

By the end of the show, we had become fairly well aquainted with one another's bodies. I was standing in front of him, my ass grinding against his pelvis. His hands were everywhere you would assume they might wander.... Damn that was fun.

I wrote my number on his arm in eyeliner, never really expecting to hear from him again.

The second I got home, my phone rang.

*grin*

He begged me to come over. It was midnight. I had never done anything like this before......

It took me probably....five seconds to give in to my first ever booty call. LOL

He gave me directions to his place, and off I went.

When I arrived at his apartment, I knocked and knocked, and almost gave up until a slight movement caught my eye. I could see him inside, asleep. Damn he was cute.

He was kinda dim too. His door was unlocked.

Being the somewhat brainless 21 year old that I was, I took that as an invitation, and in I went.

I said his name, and he popped awake, looking momentarily confused.

He focused on me, smiled, and patted his bed. I sat down, sort of facing him. We stared at each other, neither of us saying a word.

I love that moment......knowing what is about to happen for the very first time between you.....that thrill, where you can barely breathe....when all you can think about is what the other person is going to feel like when they press their naked body against yours...oh my yes.......

He patted the bed again. I laid down next to him. We still had not touched each other since my arrival. I remember opening my mouth to say something, and he rolled on top of me and thrust his tongue in to my mouth.

Damn it was great.

So we are kissing, and rubbing, and touching, and petting, but still fully clothed. After about a half hour, he slowed us down and began talking to me. He rolled on to his back and pulled me on top of him. I can't remember what he said, but we touched and talked for quite a while.

While we were talking, he began to undress me, very casually. Before I knew it, I was naked, and he was still fully clothed. I loved it.

We began kissing again, working each other up in to a frenzy. I pretty much ripped his clothes off and begged him to fuck me.

And boy did he ever fuck me for a loooooooong time. It totally confused me, because until that time, I had only been with a couple boys my age who had ZERO staying power. Geoff was 30, my first lover with experience, and it seemed like he would keep at me forever.

Though I never had an orgasm (I didn't have one with male participation until I was 27), I had a damn good time with him. It felt fantastic.

After two hours of every position in the damn book, he finally came.

We were laying there, panting and exhausted and he tells me he has a confession.

It turns out in the first 30 minutes of us making out with our clothes on, he had an orgasm! He totally hid it from me. I had NO idea! That is why he slowed me down to talk for a half hour. He needed to recover.

*grin*

That was the first time I ever realized I had sexual "power".

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Sometimes, a girl just needs a good flogging...



*purrrrrrrrrrrr*

Sex please, I'm driving.

You ever have one of those days that was so ridiculously over the top bad that you couldn't help but laugh, somewhat hysterically, at the sheer horror of it all?

Yeah. Me too. Today in fact.

Oh, and about that post title......nobody that reads this blog is going to "get" the inside joke.

Too bad. It is fucking hysterical.

I need a margarita........and a vicodan...............percoset might be nice.......and weed.....I miss weed......

Sunday, September 10, 2006

911

We'd had the trip planned for 8 months....a mother/daughter trip to New York. Third time for me, first time for her.

The trip was set for the first weekend of November, 2001.

We almost didn't go. People everywhere were still scared to fly. And holy merde, we were going to NYC around 7 weeks post 911...

But we went, and I will always be glad we did not chicken out.

We took a bus to a park. I cannot remember the name of it - I think it was Battery? It was down the street from WTC. We walked up the street, pausing to look at the "missing" posters walls, poles, etc. We came to a barricade. Policemen were standing there. You could walk up to them and talk to them, and look past them to the destruction. There were blocks and blocks of similar barricades with policemen standing guard. Garbage trucks hauling debris were everywhere. It was still so foggy. You could see the dust on buildings up and down the street. It smelled like burning metal and death. The smell literally made my teeth hurt.

We asked a police officer if there was a firehouse nearby. We explained my grandfather had been a fire chief, and that my mother had grown up in a fire house. They pointed us towards Duane Street.

There were flowers every where. Lots of people were inside, talking to the fire fighters, making donations, dropping off food. An older fire fighter heard us telling a younger fire fighter about my grandpa, and he took a liking to us. We talked to him for over an hour. He walked us all around, let us take a picture with him.... and he showed us the board. The board was a giant dry erase board on the wall. It was a calendar of all of the memorial services for firefighters.

Seeing that board......seeing the twisted metal.....smelling that awful smell....seeing the firefighters in their dress blues either coming from or going to the funerals.... My god it was overwhelming. We cried a lot during that week.

Tonight, I watched the repeat of the 911 documentary filmed by french brothers Jules and Gedeon Naudet on the Duane Street firehouse (one of the brothers filmed the only known footage of the first plane hitting tower one). I think the first time the documentary aired was maybe....2002? Not sure. Anyways.....Mom and I were shocked as hell the first time that documentary aired. We had hung out with five of the firefighters who were featured in the documentary, and been all over that fire house.

Seeing it again, now five years post 911....

Wow.

The gentleman who was so kind to us, the one I mentioned took a liking to us, has since retired. Hearing his story again...

I haven't looked at my pictures of the still smoking WTC and the firemen we met in a loooong time. They aren't exactly something one displays on a wall. I'm glad that I have them, but they are hard to look at.

Tonight, I pulled out my photo album, remembering our time there so clearly, and bawled like a baby.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Fuck you Friday #4




I know I have a list of things somewhere in my wittle blonde head to use for Fuck You Friday.....I just can't seem to call any of it up at the moment. Too frikkin tired!

Hmmmm.....soo....fuck you.....to my brain.....for not being awake enough.....for me to remember what.....I wanted to do.....my fuck you friday post on.

Yeah.

Fuck my brain.

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

A little thank you HNT for all my favorite military men...

Note, the "bullet" clasp. LOL!

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Reader mail

......i am 19 years old and like elder women since i can learn from them u seem a hot women and i by nature love hot women and easpacially their feet and like to suck them what i ask i hope u can do it can u send me picture of ur sexy feet and some advice of how can i ejaculate in a hard and wierd manner (from ur experience) ..............i also like asses and easpecially while peeing and shitting.


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I think I....

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Wow.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Friday, September 01, 2006

Sunday Spanking Party!!!!

Hosted by the delicious Miss Padme.

Click here for details!

It's going to be an interesting evening! Woooo!!!!!

Fuck You Friday #3

I was soooooooo excited about buying my first body stocking. I love the way the pattern photographs. I love that it "crotchless" (heh). I love the way it feels on....

Or....at least I DID love it. *growl*

I had a wonderful time yesterday, rolling around with it on, taking pics, being my usual naughty self.....






.....but after just ONE round of kinky sex...


Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!

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