The plumber checks my pipes.

We had a solid pre clearance date. It didn’t end in a kiss because while we were inside talking over a drink, the temperature dropped several degrees and in his shorts, he was far too cold outside to stand on the street and make out.

It was probably just as well, because given how great our kissing chemistry proved to be, we may have made a spectacle of ourselves on that busy street.

He gets up ridiculously early every morning for a 6 am start time. I’m learning this is the downside of dating tradesmen. He asks me how my day is going, he’s been up for hours, and I’m still waking up.  Continue reading

He showed up and fisted me

He showed up in the middle of the night | in my words (2 of 2)

The first half of this story can be found here.

I am not one for evocative sex writing. In my opinion, I don’t write erotica – I don’t write sex well (although some of you have kindly said I do, so thank you), I don’t have the words to describe body parts other than their slang or actual term, or sexual activities and can’t make everything sound beautiful or sexy.

But I suppose those of you who read, aren’t reading because I can make things sound like a Harlequin romance.

His version of the night, which is lovely, can be found here. Continue reading

If I had a sex bucket list, an item would be crossed off.

I don’t have a sex bucket list. I actually find the notion to be limiting rather than freeing.

Why?

I suppose I’ve actually already done a hell of a lot, so there’s that. I was 18 when I had my first MFM threesome.

But, I can only add things I am aware of (and I’m constantly learning of new sexual things out there). If I don’t check something off a list, not only does it run counter to my nature, it makes me feel like I’ve failed.

Also, because I’m driven to cross things off my lists and I hate to fail, it could drive me to do something just because it’s on my list, rather than because the situation and person is right.

Bottom line is, for me, it engenders the wrong behavior and has the chance to limit and hurt.

I’m weird that way I guess.

That’s not to suggest there aren’t things I want to try. They are in my head, not written down, and I wait for the magic trifecta of right time, place, and person (or persons!).

Tuesday night was one of those nights. Continue reading

I gave him the best sex ever and he’s falling for me. Not in that order.

I spent the weekend with Fox.

The weekend started Friday morning when he dropped his car off at my place. He works not far from where I live and it was easier to park then go into his office. Which also meant he could see me in the morning. I’d given him a key so he could just let himself in if I was sleeping.

Being woken up with kisses and a warm male body next to me is pretty damn awesome. Some decent sex and a coffee in bed later, he kissed me goodbye at my front door and was off to work. I worked at home, because I could. I had a few things to get done, in particular preparations for my boudoir photo shoot the next day.

Oh, right, how could I forget? He told me he was “falling for me”. Continue reading

I made a sex machine

Getting drilled. Or, making my own f*ck machine.

If you found this link looking how to make one a sex toy, keep reading. If you’re also curious how a divorced, over 40 year-old Mom got to this place, making sex toys from reciprocating saws? You may be interested in reading more of my blog. Check out my home page or go to About Me to read my story. Enjoy!


I’m starting to think perhaps I have a real problem. I am out of my mind with sexual desire. And the good-but-not-always-amazing sex with Tony just stokes an already out of control forest fire.

Several months ago I read a fellow bloggers post about making a sex toy, and I wanted to do it. And not just any sex toy. A fucking machine, basically. The day I read his post I bought a critical attachment off Amazon for $7 USD.

The ingredients? Continue reading

I'm cursing my libido right now.

While things are good with Tony (who right now is on a solo trip for a few nights) I haven’t seen him since Sunday night.

This may not be a problem emotionally (although y’all know I want more time with him), but it’s a problem physically.

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned my libido is damn high. I’ve been accused of being a nymphomaniac and insatiable. The latter I believe, the former I’m not sure I know enough of the technical definition and right now don’t feel like looking it up.

All that to say, I want to get laid pretty much all the time.

So, I have this great guy who can see me once a week and maybe twice. This is not enough. Continue reading

Meeting a blogger and convincing her to pop her sex post cherry

If you follow Maurnas’ amazingly funny blog, Cursitivity, you may have read that we met this past week. She and I happened to be in the same location, so I suggested we hang out.

She wrote about it, as we bloggers do – and you can read about her story of bathroom failures, expecting me to be like a glamorous 1960s movie star, treating her like a sugar momma, and non-stop chatter

We had a lot of fun together. Continue reading

Things on my bed right now

I’m afraid to use the term “slut mom” because, well, I’ve done that Google search and I know what it gets you.

But…

I’m working at home today since I came down with a cold and I didn’t want to spread any germy love around the office. I’ve been steadily working and taking breaks here and there. I just looked at everything on my bed right now and since it made me laugh out loud, I wanted to share it with you:

  • 2 blankets including a quilt my great-aunt made
  • One of my journals from 1989, which I plan to quote from for an upcoming post
  • My remote access token for work
  • Various computer cables
  • Laptop and mouse
  • Two of my son’s stuffed animals and two of his blankets
  • iPhone
  • Home phone
  • Me
  • Hitachi magic wand (without the gonzo attachment)
  • A large dildo

Yup. If that’s not a strange assortment, I’m not sure what is.

Any of you out there have similar moments?

I suppose I should put at least 2 of those items away before my son gets home.

My masturbation journey

I don’t have any recollection of masturbating after age 9. Which means I did when I was younger, but I’ll get back to that.

I lost my virginity when I was just shy of my 14th birthday. From age 14 to 25 (when I met my ex), I had a lot of sex. There is still such a stigma on the number of sex partners a woman has had, that even in this setting, fully anonymous, I find it hard to actually tell you how many partners I had. I do know, because I wrote them all down. But let’s just say, depending on which study you cite, it could be up to nine times the average at the time. Whoo. That’s not even counting the number since. Alright, moving right along.

Obviously such a sexual creature would masturbate, right? Nope. I do recall trying a couple of times…but my fingers never seemed to do the trick. I tried with a cucumber once but it was cold and unyielding and unpleasant. It didn’t occur to me to go to a sex shop and outfit myself with toys. So I just didn’t.

I didn’t start masturbating again until…wait for it…
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