The Beach Life

I’ve been trying to spend as much time at the beach recently.  At the rate things are going, it will be covered in oil, so I am going to enjoy it while I can.  It becomes clearer as the days pass that the incompetence of the government and BP that the whole western Florida coast will be covered by oil at some point in the summer.  This isn’t a legitimate excuse for the lack of posts, but it is an excuse.  I have about six half written posts, and they will be completed soon.

However, we can play a little catch up with my life.  I still go to the gym or surf in the morning to look “oh so fuckable” or as I like to shorten it to OSF.  We have a new gardener and I am having fun torturing him.  The Starbucks guy and myself have hooked up quite a bit, boy knows how to lay some pipe.  The Husband and I have been up to our usual activities.  After I finish this, I am going to go in the bed room and sit on his dick.  I love coming hard on his dick.

Tomorrow, Husband invited some of his guys and their wives out on the boat.  I will have to find a non tiny bikini to wear and try to be on my best behavior.  It will be torture Dalliance day tomorrow.



Time with hubby

Husband has been home over the past week so I haven’t had much time to write.  There has been plenty of time for Husband and I to have our way with each other, so there is a good thing.  It seems to me, most of the week was spent naked with brief periods of time with clothes.  This is the way a brief holiday should be.

On Tuesday, Husband made a comment on how fit I was looking while in the process of giving him a strip tease.  Note, if you are a woman reading this blog, do things like strip teases and lap dances for your husband.  Not only is it fun, but he will make sure you get yours.  Husband followed up his comment with “you look too good, I’m not sure if I should leave you alone anymore.  All the guys will be after you.”  I laughed a bit inside at this and then rode his dick until I worked all the cum I could out of his dick.

I have to write next week about the coffee shop kid from two posts ago.  Don’t let me forget.

My family is invading this weekend.  I am shocked it doesn’t happen more considering how close we all live.  Husband is out and about retrieving things for the get together and I am preparing stuff around the house.  The invasion begins around 1130 but knowing my mother she will be here at 11 to judge and make suggestions on how to do things “better.”  This is the point that I regret telling her my address.

I didn’t get to the gym today for my work out but I did have a different kind of work out this morning.  Husband woke up to his dick in my mouth.  This ended up with me on my knees grabbing the top of the headboard as he slammed his dick inside me.

I hope everyone has a great holiday weekend.


As I rededicate myself to blogging, the readers will notice a couple changes.  The first being the meebo chat box on the side of the blog.  It is my hope to have a little more interactivity.  That being said, if you see me online, say hello.  As far as further improvements, I am trying to connect the Google Buzz thing to this blog.  I am not having much luck with the process.  Do any of the readers have reasonable suggestions?


I’ve been hitting the gym the past three months in an attempt to look a little sexier.  An attempt that has worked out by judging the reactions of guys around me.  One such reaction happened this morning.

My morning was pretty standard for waking up alone.  If I am not alone, there is usually some morning sex involved.  However, today was waking up, getting dressed and going to the gym, a different kind of work out.  I chose a pair of dark blue workout tights and a white tank top.  After brushing out my hair and putting it in a pony tail, I checked out my ass in the mirror.  It was looking good so I grabbed the keys and went out the door.  On these days, I will take a piece of fruit to eat in the car and stop in at Starbucks for some liquid wake up.

To my dismay, there was a rather long line when I got to the Starbucks and I couldn’t wait for my coffee so I stood in line.  A younger guy, who also looked yummy, walks in line behind me.  He was standing there for about a half minute before I hear, “Damn momma, you are fiiinnneee.”  I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.  When anyone hears something like that, it is a must to respond.  I turned and thanked him.  His eyes lit up with the image of my nipples poking through the material of my top.

He bit his bottom lip, so I inquired if he saw something he liked.  He didn’t say anything but nodded his head a little.  I had to egg him on now.  “Why so silent now?  The pussy cat got your tongue.”  I placed emphasis on pussy.  This prompted a reaction from him.

“Your man know you talk like this to other guys?”

“He travels a lot and what he doesn’t know… .”

My flirtatious guy took this as a code to take it a bit further.  I turned around to place my order and there was a hand placed on my ass.  He squeezed it a little.    It would be an understatement to say my pussy was wet at this point.  I asked the young man what he wanted to drink and ordered his drink.  With the orders placed and money exchanged, I walked over to the far side of the counter to wait for my drink.  My young friend followed me over like a lost puppy wanting another treat.  The barista handed me my drink.  Before I left, I handed my young friend one of my contact cards and told him to call me soon.


Seeing Red

I blame my red hair for many things.  It is the politician in me because it can’t possibly be my fault.  I don’t remember where I found this article but while cleaning out my bookmarks, i rediscovered it.  The article isn’t new, written in 2006.  However, it provides me with an excuse for my urges and desires.

If people can claim being gay or lesbian as a genetic trait, why couldn’t I claim my lascivious nature is a genetic trait of red hair.  Although, I don’t buy this argument either case, I am positive that I could find a lawyer to argue the point if needed.

Why do the good adjectives and adverbs for sexual desire begin with l?  lascivious, lewd, lust, …


The readers of this blog may of thought I forgot about it but I haven’t.  It was an underestimation of the time I would have after going back to school.  There is nothing to worry about.  I have no intentions of giving up the blog.  At points, there may be some time between posts and I can only hope that you understand.  You should not interpret this as not having sex or being up to my adulterous self.  I manage to have time for the important things.  I will update you more tomorrow when I have some free time.



1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the without anything steamy happening? (Opposite sex for breeders, same sex for homosexuals).  Yes, there are times that my husband and I sleep in the same bed without sex happening.  You don’t mean it this way but it is the way I first read it.  I have been in the same bed as my brother and nothing happened.  We aren’t that kind of family and we were around 10 years old.
2. Have you eve streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?  Does skinny dipping in a hotel pool count if people walked by the pool.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?  Of course.  Who hasn’t done this in college or in your single 20’s.
4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?  I wouldn’t call it romantic.  I would be called extreme horniness that lead to a full on sexual encounter.  Thank goodness there weren’t many people in the theater.
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?  Not when I knew they were watching.  If someone wants to, I will start a sign up.  LOL.  Sounds hot.

Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say?  There is not near enough space on a blog to list the number of people and the things I would say to them.  I am more than a little opinionated and often open my mouth when I shouldn’t.  Yet another thing I can blame on the red hair and its fiery personality.