I'm a bitch, I'm a lover...

Life is taking a turn.  We told the children about our decision to divorce. Contrary to what my husband was expecting, there was no drama.  The children were relieved.  The atmosphere became breathable again.  I took a whole week away from home (see my latest HNT). I had the pleasure to meet each of my children for lunch and get their feedback and thoughts.  It looks like their dear father is not that ideal after all, which in some way comforts me.  I'm not the only bad guy in the story. 


During that time alone, I allowed myself some reflection and I came to the conclusion that I was doing the best thing for everyone, including my husband.  Yet, when I came home to discover the house had undergone a post-nuclear war treatment and that he had moved to the basement, I could not prevent tears from welling up.  Over 20 years of common life, sharing the same bed, waking up in each other's arms or at least cuddling or just being there.  The very bed where all three children have been conceived. Now it is over,  like something is missing...  This is what I wanted, this is what I was thriving for, what I have inflicted on my husband, it is brutal even if I was longing for it.  I can see the pain in his eyes, he feels so helpless...

 I believe that what we get out of life is what we’ve set ourselves up to get, so there’s no such thing as an inconsequential decision. Our destinies are the culmination of all the choices we’ve made along the way, which is why it’s imperative to listen hard to your inner voice when it speaks up. Don’t let anyone else’s noise drown it out.– Megan McCafferty

Don’t let the mistakes and disappointments of the past control and direct your future. – Zig Ziglar

About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all. – Rita Mae Brown

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.– C.S. Lewis

Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it– ~ Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing. -Ayn Rand

Maybe it is time for me to go on a dating site?

NHT - 8 Blur

She had escaped for a week, taking some time for herself, hiding in a little flat in town. No telephone, no TV, no connection to the net. She could be herself for a while, her mind going wild again, she dreamt of tender hands caressing her pale silken skin, exploring her curbs and her folds, of words of love and lust, of heat and gentle brutality, of arching bodies and crumpling sheets, of wetness and moans… Old memories fading in a blur…

TMI Tuesday

1. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were young? What was her/his/its name? No, but with the fertile imagination of the lonely child I was, I lived in my own universe, as an explorer who communicated with animals on another level than words, mentally. Of course, at five I had never heard of telepathy. I still believe in it.  Click

2. June is National Oral Sex month. When was the last time you enjoyed oral sex? Giving or receiving? A few days ago, giving and receiving.

3. What sexual or non-sexual skill or talent are you really good at? My husband likes everything I do to him, so I don't know if I have a specific talent. He loves my massages though, sexual and non-sexual.

4. Do you have a sexual goal, what is it? When I'll be free again, I'd love to try role-play, sensual bondage, inter-racial sex, three-somes, spanking, and having sex in dangerous places, and I'm forgetting many other things.

5. What can't you leave home without? Given the fact that I do travel a lot, I always take my camera. If you are thinking of dildoes, don't really need them.

Bonus: How long have you been blogging? 8 months

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The Mekong Delta - Vietnam

As promised a while ago, here are some more pictures of my trip to Vietnam. Enjoy!

HNT - 7

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Late again... *sigh*

TMI Tuesday

Another TMI Tuesday I missed:

1. Name one thing that turns you on with unprecedented success.  Whispering in my ear all the deliciously naughty things your are going to do to me, telling me how hot I look doing all these naughty things.

2. Quick! Look around you and name 3 ordinary items that could be used sexually.  In my office, nothing really. If I were at home, cucumber, carrots, dildoes, many things.


3. Do you consider sex good even if you don't orgasm?  I'm a lucky one who almost always manages to orgasm, but in the rare occasions where I don't, I enjoy foreplay and sex tremendously, and making my partner cum I find very enjoyable.


4. If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what sexual position or act would you like to experience from the other side? Anal sex, fellatio, doggy-style, all the positions I cannot enjoy as a woman visually.


5.Describe a sexual fantasy in 10 words or less. I'm tied up on a chair and he takes advantage of me.

Bonus (optional): Pretend you're a doctor and a patient has come in with an "ache". What is your course of "treatment"?  massage, massage and more ....body-body massage.

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My body is a cage... Mon corps est une cage (click)

After having been away for a week, my husband woke me up softly yesterday, his hand exploring my thighs, caressing my tightly closed lips, it took me a while to emerge and realise what was happening.  His finger slid in me, getting my lips wet and my hips rolling.  After a while, his three fingers were rubbing my velvety spots and I could not resist touching my clit and my nipples, the combination of the three were just driving me over the edge.  He put his hand on my mouth.  "Sssshhh, be quiet, the children are getting up".  I was trying to hold my breath, but I was already out of control. His fingers made me gush and endless orgasmic waves washed over me for an incredible long time. He then put me on all fours and reclaimed my body back, I had to bite the sheets for fear of uttering squeals of pleasure. The bed was such a mess, sheets soaked and I was longing for a nice long nap, instead of which, I stumbled to the bathroom in a zombie state, getting ready for work.  

Boredom has affected my ability to write, lately, words just won't flow, frustration gnaws at me, so maybe I will post new pictures of my travels for a while .  As I wrote some time ago, I'm in that horny mood that makes me do things I'm not supposed to do, like reading sex blogs at work, chatting and answering IMs, spending endless hours on tumblr, fantasizing and feeling wet all the time.  I can feel the tickling deep inside me, the nagging of my desire, the want for getting filled, stretched, and wildly possesed.  To such an extend that everyday, I need to hide and take care of myself in the restroom,  the very place where I took my last HNT picture after a good O.  Our restroom is a discreet place for dirty deeds.  My imagination is set on fire, especially after some hot camming the night before, good sex in the morning and discovering hot stories reflecting my adventures on someone's blog *wink*.  I crave a hard big cock, I crave someone to tell me naughty things. As for being naughty, someone is already playing with me and receiving pictures taken in the restroom at work (thank you for making me a naughty girl, sweetie!) *smirk!*  I have already posted one, by the way.

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TMI Tuesday

In my wanderings, I stumbled upon this TMI Tuesday #233 - (Repost of #72).  It's never too late, right?

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?  Sexy when everything under control, however I was walking in the street one day wearing a thong under my short skirt when suddenly I felt it drop because the seam on one hip came undone. I felt the thong slide down my thigh.  I tried to catch it under my skirt holding it with one hand, unfortunately I failed and it fell down on my feet.  I quickly crouched down to pick it up and put it in my handbag.  I did not even dare check if someone had noticed anything, but I turned dark red and hastened to the next bar to call a friend to pick me up.  One of the most embarrassing moments in my life...

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?  Never, I just love foreplay.  It is like playing a symphony with your lover's body.

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?   Why ewwww?  No delicious, both giving and receiving.  If well done, I could climb up the wall!

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running? The first one is just for rehearsal, than the fun can begin. 

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have to." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."  Just love morning sex, when you're still half asleep, it is a wonderful way to begin the day.


Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?  Yes, but because we didn't speak the same language, totally anonymous, no.

Bath - part One

“Come on, hurry!” Clothes are flying. He is so gorgeous, she is mesmerized - a statue of white marble in the moonlight, a snapshot of his dimples… Awwww! What a lucky girl she is! “Come on, take my hand”. They make it to the water, it is nice and warm, they immerse themselves and swim to the middle of the river onto a rock. Some people have gathered on the opposite side, whistling and cheering. “Ready for the show?” Like a mermaid, she curls up on his lap. He delicately takes her head in his hands, his lips softly kiss the corners of her mouth, her chin, her neck. His desire grows as the cheering becomes louder. She soon looses track of what is happening around them. His mouth is everywhere…on her nipples, her neck, between her breasts. He bends her over and offers them a glamorous Hollywood kiss. A mixture of shyness and boldness overtakes her, her hands explore underwater curves and mounds. She can feel his heart racing under her touch. Another ravenous, breathtaking kiss, the audience applauds. She had forgotten about them. They swim back to the opposite side of the crowd. She feels a little self-conscious getting out of the water with all these people watching, but finds her composure in the dark. They get dressed, the onlookers have disappeared.

T. had this Jim Morrisson look, less angelic, more carnal. They had met at the local disco, where she spent most of her Saturday nights in Bath. That evening, she had immediately spotted the sexiest guy around, as had most of the females in the audience. She could see them elbowing each other and commenting as he made his way to the bar. She was standing next to the wall between the bar and the dance floor. Her auburn hair was long, curly and delicately framed her oval face, her big round green eyes looked shyly across at him. It was the spring and she wore a flowery emerald, turquoise and purple skirt, a matching emerald blouse with an adjustable cleavage closed by a ribbon. When he stared at her, she checked if someone stood behind her. She blushed


“Let’s pretend I am madly in love with you, you look like a pre-Raphaelite painting, can I invite you for a dance?” How did he know about pre-Raphaelite paintings? She had just seen an exhibition in London and she had loved it. How could she resist? They danced several slow songs. He was definitely a gentleman, they engaged in a conversation about art, they liked the same artists. And while they danced and talked she also noticed the way he moved, and he moved well. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding. She also wondered how his skin felt under his white shirt. After a while, he proposed to go for a walk to enjoy the warm evening. They walked on the edge of the river where he made his bet. “Can you swim?”




Gabriel Dante Rossetti - The Beloved

Friendship

1. My imaginary world is my favorite place to travel to.


2. When I think about my childhood, I often remember my budgie.


3. A pet makes for a good friend.


4. The wind in the trees, the rain on my skin, and the smell of freshly cut grass.


5. Running barefoot accross the sprinkler in the garden is so exciting!


6. My best friend knows all my secrets.


7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to reading, tomorrow my plans include driving my son to his athletic competition and Sunday, I want to enjoy a nap in my hammock!

Peek-a-Boo!! HNT

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