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The Calla Lily: A Rabbit Vibe with a Flower Name

March 16, 2010

His Slut

March 15, 2010

by thepinkpoppet

I was on my knees, right where he liked me to be. His fist held a handful of my red hair and he used that to pull me towards him. “Come here my dirty little slut”. I half crawled, was half dragged until I was pressing my naked tits against his leg as he sat in the chair in front of me. He twisted my hair around his fist once, twice and jerked my head to the side. Leaning over me and into the curve of my bare neck, he sucked in my scent, letting it feed him and his desire. I felt his breath, warm and moist as he almost growled against my skin, “You know I’m going to enjoy using you, don’t you? But what you may not know is that I’m also going to truly enjoy hurting you.” All I could do was moan, partially from the pain of having my head pulled so far to the side and partially from the excitement of what I hoped would be coming my way that night. After so many years of being his slave, serving him in whatever way he wanted or demanded, I still quivered like a bashful virgin when he got like this…when the beast was let loose to roam and conquer. And I always leaked cunt flow like a wanton whore as well. I was his…his wife…his lover…his slut…his whore…his whatever he wanted me to be for him. But I was HIS and in that I rejoiced.

“Tonight, you are nothing more than a cunt, right?” he more declared than asked. “Just a collection of holes for me to use and abuse at my whim. And I plan on abusing each and every hole you have until they are all raw and filled with my seed. That’s what you want anyway. I know it. You do too. You want me to hurt you. You want the pain. You relish it, feed on it, caress it as if it, not me, was your lover. You live for the times like this when I unleash the sadistic animal in me and let you unleash the masochistic little cock sucking slut that you have grown to be under my tutelage.” at that, he bit into my shoulder hard enough to leave marks that I knew would still be showing the next day. My body went weak and tried to crumble into the floor, but his strong hands and the hold of my red hair held me too tightly in place, naked and trembling against his legs.

“I have many plans for you tonight. Many plans. I can’t hardly wait to plunge my cock into your tight ass, painfully stretching it to accommodate me. I thrill at the thought of pumping my seed deep into your bowels….knowing that you will have to hold it there until I say otherwise. You will not be allowed to empty my cum from any part of your body until I say so or it naturally flows from your well fucked holes. I am going to unload into your ass, your cunt hole and your mouth and face before dawn breaks. Do you understand this slut?”

Again, all I could do was moan my compliance to his words, his will. “I think we will start this evening with you worshipping my cock and balls with your talented tongue and mouth. Your uppity ways this week must be atoned for and thus you will also worship my ass as well. I expect you to do a suburb job rimming my asshole with that slutty tongue of yours. And don’t deny it, you love doing it. If you are a good cunt, I will allow you more than one opportunity to bury your face in my ass. So make sure you do exactly what you were made to do…being a perfect little whore for me.”

He released my hair and allowed me to straighten my head. I glanced up at his face through my lashes, wet with tears of sexual fear and excitement. It was only a quick glance and I thought I had gotten away with it until I felt his hand make contact with my cheek. I quickly reached my hand to my face trying to comfort myself from the slap. He did not need to explain his actions, I was his property and as such, I deserved no explanation unless he deemed it so. The click of the latch through the ring of my collar brought me out of my own head-space. “Get up on your feet slut.” he spoke calmly as he pulled on the chain leash. I arose and followed after him. He laid me upon his bed, face up but with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide apart and I felt him fasten my ankles and then my wrists to the restraints that were always at the corners of the bed. The feel of cold metal against one of my thighs made me aware that he was getting ready to fasten the clover clamp to my labia. At first the pain was not bad until he pulled tight on it as he threaded the other end around my thigh and clamped that end also onto my labia effectively pulling that side of my pussy lips open. He did the same on the other side with another set of clamps, leaving my cunt so openly exposed that I knew my hole was more than obviously apparent. I could not help but raise my head and watch as he leaned in between my spread thighs and licked from the top of my slit, across my swelling clit and down into my pussy hole. He smiled up at me and shoved a finger deep within my cunt hole, probing the depths again and again, finger fucking my wetness. Withdrawing and walking back around the where my head hung off the edge of the bed, he forced his cunt juice covered finger into my mouth followed by the words, “Clean your slutty juice off my finger you little wench.” I obliged.

“I know you’re a hungry whore and can’t hardly wait to have my cock filling your mouth and throat. Isn’t that so?” he queried. Before I could answer he continued, “You want to taste it? Want to suck it? Or should I just fuck your slutty little whore mouth?” I opened my mouth slightly in an attempt to reply, but was met with his rigid penis forcing it’s way between my lips and then assaulting my oral hole to the depths of the back of my throat. I expected him to withdraw some and start to thrust in and out, but instead he held his manhood hard and fast within my mouth, blocking all breath in or out of my struggling body. Just as I was drifting off into black oblivion, I felt him push forward a bit more, as if trying to bury himself in the pit of my stomach, before he pulled out and ordered, “Breathe bitch!”. I gasped for breath and started to cough to clear the saliva that had accumulated at my throat, but within seconds he was thrusting hard into my oral passage.

“Your mouth is such a pleasure to fuck. I especially like grinding into your face as my balls rub against your nose like this. And I like holding my cock against the back of your throat, pushing that tiny but further into you as you struggle to remain calm in the face of not being able to breathe. Yes, I like that a lot. I like watching your face, seeing the fear set into your eyes. It amuses me to hurt you like that….and like this…” he announced at the very second I felt the single tail hit the inside of my right thigh in a sharp sting. My body jerked from the pain but had little time to assimilate it as the second, then third blow struck, hitting the other thigh and then landing straight across my Mons. All the while, he continued to fuck my mouth, becoming more brutal with each thrust and slap of the leather against my pale tender flesh. The insides of my thighs flamed in burning pain but it was nothing compared to the touch of the leather against the inside of my now swollen and aroused cunt lips which he had earlier pulled wide apart. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and squatted down on the floor so that his face could be right at my own. He violated my mouth with his tongue, forcing a kiss upon me and from me. His smile was wicked and I clearly saw the evil grin of the animal. “Yes, my pet, it is going to be a long and painful night for you. But it will be a pleasure for me.” I smiled. The sadist was awake now.

Flog Me Again Baby!

March 10, 2010

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tags: Toy Review

by thepinkpoppet

A while back, the Cap’n decided that he needed to flog me more often. He’s smart like that! (Yeah Cap’n!) Now, we already have a multitude of different “toys”, but he wanted something specific that you rarely find in most brick and mortar adult stores and was not even easily found in online stores. He was looking for a heavy-duty, Elk leather, very thuddy mop-type flogger with braided handle and knot heads. Yep, he’s often very specific about things. That’s why he got me. I filled the all of the criteria he was looking for all of those years ago…(A)loved sex. (B)would do almost anything concerning sex. (C) thought anything he wanted to do to me was cool. (D) had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever.

Back to the flogger now…..after weeks of searching every available place we could think of, find or ask everyone about, we settled on contacting Happy Tails to see what they could do for us. One of the primary things we were interested in was getting the highest quality product we could get and having it made of the materials we wanted. A flurry of emails to and from Stan at Happy Tails and I had all of the info for the Cap’n and the order was placed. Within just a few days, the box arrived containing our custom-made, Elk leather moppy flogger with Kangaroo leather braided handle (in the exact colors and braid style that the Cap’n wanted) complete with knot-head ends on the handle and hanging loop. It arrived in perfect condition and even came insured. Ours has 14 inch long falls (over 70 of them) and the overall length, not counting the loop at the end) is 24 inches. The weight, balance, colors, materials, everything is exactly right.

Now I must say, this thing is like the royalty of thuddy floggers! Happy Tails claim to make the finest floggers in the world. I can say I truly believe that now…at least for the one we had made. (We expect that the next one we order from them will also be such great quality as well). Elk leather is nothing like cowhide leather. It is thick, luxurious and decadent. Feeling this leather run across your skin is almost like sex itself. Happy Tails claims to use the finest quality Scandinavian farm-raised elk hides. Holding my flogger and brushing the leather against my bare skin and I believe that. As I said, the handle is kangaroo, a leather that is suppose to be about 5 times stronger and longer lasting than the traditional cow hide leather. The people at Happy Tails are not only artisans when it comes to this stuff and take pride in what they produce, (all handmade by them and nothing is mass produced) but each item you order can be made to your own specifications…type of leather, number of falls, weights, handle size, balance, color, design…the list goes on and on. And when I say choices…you just need to go to their website to see for yourself the almost infinite combinations of things you can put together…just the types of leathers alone cover Elk, Cow hide, Moose, Bison, Bull hide, Deer skin, Goat, Lamb, Suede, Kangaroo. Click on the General Information tab at the top of the site and read what they have to say about their products, about ordering and how they will work with you to give you exactly what you want.

Now they not only make and sell floggers to order, but whips, tomcats, hog slappers, quirts, Cat O Nines, restraints, ball gags, and other various items. And if you can come up with something else, ask them, they might be able to make what you want…it never hurts to ask. And check out their Mission Statement (under the “Home” tab) while you are on the site. It tells you a lot about how they think. I can honestly say that without any doubt whatsoever, this is indeed a company that we will be doing business with again and will be recommending to friends.

And to clarify here in case anyone thinks I am giving this review in exchange for anything…think again. I did not receive anything free or even discounted from Happy Tails for this review. They did not even ask me to review this…I asked them if I could review it on my blog. This is a product, and a company that I think I can fully stand behind. That is why I am putting this review on my blog. When you are into BDSM, a good part of your lifestyle concerns your “toys”….you should take the time and invest in quality that will last you for years and years. As far as I am concerned, this company and their products are QUALITY.

Happy Flogging!

e[Lust] # 9

March 9, 2010

The Flight Attendants

March 3, 2010

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tags: Fantasy

by thepinkpoppet

In the sexual world, Johnny thought of himself as very experienced. He was self-assured, cocky but in a charming way, handsome and still young enough, only 35 that very week, to enjoy it all. The fact that he was a flight attendant for a major airline and traveled around the world, gave him opportunities that rarely presented themselves to the average Joe. He had bedded women in almost every country he had traveled to and experienced what he thought was every act or position that a man and woman can share. He had “been around the block” and had more than his fair share of the female population, but of course, that did not stop or even slow down his chase to get more ‘tail’. There was always another conquest to be made, another notch to put on his belt. Lately though, he had been feeling like there wasn’t anything new or as exciting as it had been just a few years ago. And he wanted to experience something new. He was always the initiator…always the one to do the chasing. But truthfully, the chase wasn’t hard. Women too easily gave it up to him and it seemed to be the same scenario again and again. Eye contact. Chit chat-small talk. Buy her a drink or two. Flirt. A little ‘innocent’ touch to her shoulders or hand. More flirting. More touching. Finding a room, a bed, an empty hallway, passageway, closet, his car, her car, a taxi or even an alley. He had been between the thighs of so many women that he couldn’t even recall most of them anymore. Like a meal or a glass of wine, they were quickly consumed to satisfy his hunger. He moved on satiated, for awhile…but just for awhile…always coming back to search out something new, some fresh taste to excite him.

There was only one girl he hooked up with semi-regularly….Debi. She was also a flight attendant for the same airline. Although they were not always on the same route, they did run into each other from time to time. Those times almost always ended in a hotel room together. They had met almost three years previously and had gotten to know each other quite well. Johnny always thought of Debi as a female version of himself…a woman searching for the next cock, the next fuck. So when he realized that Debi would be in Paris at the same time he was, and both had layovers, he gave her a call. There was nobody else he could think of that he would rather spend his birthday with. She agreed to meet him in the hotel bar that evening but made it clear that it would be late since she had another ‘date’ for earlier. That did not bother Johnny in the least. He wasn’t looking for a life partner, just a fun time in the sack so there was no jealousy on his part.

He saw her the moment she walked into the bar. She was a beauty…full rounded tits, small waist and hips that he loved to grab and hold whenever he was behind her pumping his cock into her cunt or ass. Yes, he loved to hold onto her hips. He might not remember most of the women he had fucked, but he would always remember Debi. His cock stirred at the thought of what would soon be happening between them. He knew he could count on her to, as she always said, bring her “A-Game”. This woman was not the typical piece of ass he often screwed. She was one of the few lately, that still came up with new ideas, new challenges to bring his interest to a peak. This would be a pretty good birthday he hoped.

As he stepped towards her in an attempt to kiss her, she backed off a bit. Johnny was puzzled and it showed.

“Hey baby. Glad you called me. It had been several months since we got a chance to get together.” she greeted him.

“Yeah it has. I meant to call you last month when we were both in Amsterdam but I got side tracked by a petite blonde. So what have you been up to lately? And what do you want to drink?” he asked as the bartender approached.

After they ordered drinks, she leaned over to whisper into Johnny’s ear. “Think long and hard about what you are tasting when you kiss me.” With that, she pressed her lips to his own and let his tongue explore the warm darkness of her mouth. Within seconds, he tasted something familiar, yet not familiar when it came to kissing Debi. His mind whirled with conflicting information. At the same time, his nostrils caught the scent, the pungency of pussy…..the faint yet overwhelming aroma of used cunt, of musky remnants from an orgasm…and not so long ago it would seem. He sucked at her tongue, taking in all that he could.

Just then, their drinks arrived and he pulled back, looked her in the face and queried, “Damned woman! Explain that! I can taste your cunt in your mouth!”

Debi smiled, took one swallow of her drink, pushed his drink in his direction and announced, “Drink this now Johnny, you’re gonna need it. And honey, it isn‘t my pussy you taste in my mouth.” But gave no other explanation.

On the twenty-first floor, she handed him the key card to the room she had been staying in. As he swiped the card and the door unlocked, she pressed her hand against his crotch and started to massage his cock. “Boy do I have a birthday present for you!”

In the middle of the room was a kind sized bed. On the bed was a voluptuous, naked blonde…wearing only a smile. She purred at him, “Happy Birthday.”

Yes, Johnny thought, this might be the best birthday yet.
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This fantasy story is based on a real life event. On one of the flights I took awhile back, I had a wonderfully sweet attendant that made me cup after cup of hot tea. We talked a lot and naturally in the course of events, the subject of sex came up. I admitted that I was a sex blogger among the many other things that I am and do. He told me of an experience in his life, his past, before he got married. That is the basis for his story. Thank you, my “tea-maker” for sharing this with me so I could share it with my readers. Hope to see you again one day.

Are You Watching Me? (3rd and Final Part)

March 1, 2010

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tags: Fantasy

by thepinkpoppet

She had taken every opportunity that became available over the following week. Her teasing had become more blatant, more obvious, more hands-on. She saw him often when she walked the puppy and make it a point to speak to him using her most alluring “I want you” voice. When she truly ran into him by accident at the little corner store, she made sure to get into the checkout line behind him, even though she was not really finished picking out her purchases. Reaching passed him for a magazine, she grazed her breast against his forearm and quickly smiled up at him, making sure he got an ample view down the front of her tank top. She knew he was still coming to her bedroom window each night. She knew he was interested, more than interested obviously. She was sending out all of the messages that any man was sure to get. And he got them. She knew he got them. Several times she was witness to the evidence of his growing desire. Seeing the bulge in his jeans made her own desire grow as well. Still he did not ask her out or make any real advances on her. She once thought of asking him out, but she wanted more than someone to date, someone to hook up with. No, she wanted to drive him into a sexual frenzy, drive him to commit a ravenous act upon her. She wanted a predator to her victim.

Night after night, she put on a one-woman show for his amusement and pleasure. She gave him the best view of herself splayed across the bed while she fucked herself with her favorite dildo. She put on a production that any porn actress would be proud of….licking the dildo after she had fucked her own cunt with it and had cum several times. One night she even used it to ass fuck herself while on her hands and knees with her ass clearly pointing towards the window. She knew he’d be watching, stroking his cock, lusting after her, jerking off onto her gardenia bush. She smiled at the thought of her poor little gardenia bush struggling to stay alive despite being almost trampled nightly and covered in sticky semen.

To prod thing along even faster, she enlisted the help of her best friend from work, although the other woman did not realize she was being “used”. She had timed the pizza delivery and their “girl-night” late enough to coincide with the time he usually was hiding and watching her. Sitting on the patio that evening, the two women shared pizza and wine. Another bottle of wine and the conversation flowed towards the men in their lives and what they wanted in their futures. Patiently she listened as her friend talked of the boyfriend she had and how they wanted to get married. Then it was her turn and she warned her friend not to be shocked. Yes, one day in the distant future maybe she would like to be married, but right now she wanted something radically different than that. She calmly opened up and explained that she wanted a man that would come in and overtake her, consume her, devour her. The other girl was surprised, said so and asked for more explanation. More pizza, more wine, more talk. She knew “HE” was probably there…behind the large air conditioner unit that sat close to the patio and next to her bedroom window. . She prayed he was there…listening now. This was her chance and she aimed to take it.

“I know it’s shocking to you. When I first started feeling this way, it was shocking to me as well. Truthfully, I want a man to burst through my front door, grab me roughly, throw me on the sofa and ravish me, use me…hell, I want him to nearly rape me. I want to feel I have no control, no say-so. I want to feel the weight of a man pressing me down hard. I want him to be in charge. I want things to be at his whim. I’m sick of the gentlemen type guys I have always dated. Yes, I want a guy that actually cares for me and cherishes me, but does so because it and I serve HIS desires. I want a man that wants and craves me so badly that he will not let anything get in his way, won’t let anything stop him from having me.”

Her friend sat there, speechless. More wine. Finally her friend spoke, “Do you know anyone like that?”

“Well, there is this one guy I see pretty often around here. I have sort of lusted after him for some time. He intrigues me. He lives here in the complex. I think you saw him the other day when we went to the gym together. He was the blonde guy that was running on the treadmill. I’m very interested in him, but he doesn’t pay much attention to me. But I could really imagine him doing things to me. Maybe I’m just wasting my time with him.”, then she laughingly added, “Maybe he isn’t enough of a real man to burst through my door, manhandle me into submission and have his wicked way with me. But I sure wish he would.”

Both women laughed a bit at that last wish. She thought to herself, “I sure as hell hope he heard THAT!”

When one of her former boyfriends showed up unexpectedly the next evening, she made it a point to seduce him…although that was hardly a difficult thing to do. Using the excuse of wanting to allow the warm summer night air and the scent of gardenia into the room, she opened the window further than she had been doing. She imagined her peeping tom getting more an ear-full that night. Although her moans might have been a bit louder than usual so to insure the desired effect outside of the window, they were genuine when the man in her king-sized bed stuffed her mouth with his dick. When she climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt to his up-thrust cock, the sound that escaped her lips was animalistic, almost primal. In between moans, intake of breath and grunts, the sound of wet skin slapping against more wet skin, as his cock assaulted her overflowing cunt, filled not only the bedroom, but the night air outside. As she reached the heights of orgasm again and again, she clawed at the chest of the man underneath her. He likewise felt his balls getting ready to release and quickly moved to be able to shoot his hot load into her mouth and face. Creamy drops of spent seed dripped from her lips and covered her cheeks. As the man collapsed on her bed, she looked directly at the window, slowly and seductively licked her lips to collect the cum and smiled knowingly. With that done, she heard a faint grunt. She instinctively knew he was coming, having jerked off while watching her fuck. She continued to look at the window while using her fingers to gather the last remaining drops of maleness. She examined her fingers now coated with the thick white fluid. Looking back at the window again, she stuck her tongue out and ran the tip of it up one finger then the next until all of the spunk was licked away. Another smile, and she returned her attention to the spent man in her bed.

Four more days passed and no sign of “Tom” as she now thought of him. Where had he disappeared to? She wondered if she had pushed too far, too fast, too much. Perhaps he had tired of his game with her and gone on to other greener pastures. She tried to put it all out of her mind but couldn’t….it gnawed at her. Another couple of days and she had talked herself into being pissed off, but she wasn’t sure why or who she was mad at…herself for allowing her imagination to run away with her, or him, for his inattention now.

As was her lifelong habit, she talked out loud to herself when alone. It always helped her focus and sort things out more easily. “You silly little twit. You don’t even know him. He doesn’t know you, doesn’t care about you or really want you. He was just a peeping Tom and nothing more. Get over it girl!” She felt silly letting something like this get under her skin. It is not as if she had actually known Tom, had any sort of relationship with him. She had just about talked herself into a sense of relief, of letting it all go when she heard the doorbell. Looking through the peephole she instantly recognized him….“Tom”. Her heart jumped into her throat. Through the door, she asked what he wanted. His only reply, a firm “Open the door, I want to give you something.” She unlocked the deadbolt and had just started to turn the handle to open the door when the door pushed open from his side. Instantly she knew that perhaps she should not have unlocked the door, but it was too late now.

The force of the door shoved her backwards and she started to stumble. His hand caught her by the wrist and pulled her up and towards him and at the same time he used his foot to shut the door behind him. Just as she realized her breast were being almost crushed against his chest, she also realized he was completely inside of her apartment and was now turning the deadbolt to lock the door. She started to protest vehemently but making eye contact with him told her he was not to be directly challenged. She was frightened. “Tom” cocked his head to one side, brought his hand to her throat, and although he did not squeeze or choke her, he let it rest upon her collarbone with enough weight that she had no doubt as to what he was capable of.

“You wanted this. You asked for this. You need this it seems. Deny it! I dare you to deny that you want this, want me. Go ahead if you can my little horny slut. I give you one chance, just this one, to deny that this is what you have wanted for weeks now.” he demanded.

She was muddled, couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t form coherent words. The adrenaline pumped through her veins at breakneck speed. Yes, she had wanted him for weeks and weeks, had teased him, taunted him, and now he was here. Yet she was close to being terrified. She struggled to breathe. His hand at her throat, although not truly hindering her breath, psychologically played havoc with her ability to draw in anything deeper than shallow gasp.

“I…I…you…are scaring me.” was all she could get to come out of her mouth.

“So you don’t deny that you want this? Answer me!” He whispered into her ear then pulled back a bit to look her directly in the eyes. Less than a foot of space between their faces, less than an inch between their bodies, no space between their desires. His mouth subjugated her lips, bruising them. His tongue sought refuge in the darkness of her mouth, probing and tasting her. She did not resist but instead allowed her body to melt into his.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, raised her chin up to see her face clearly and in a low, guttural growl commanded of her, “Tell me. I want to hear the words come from your lips. Tell me you want this.”

A weak whimper of a reply, “yes, I want this.”

With a beastly surge of energy he scooped her up in his arms and strode across the living room and into her bedroom. It only took seconds for him to rip her clothes from her body, leaving red marks where the fabric pulled against her tender flesh. He wasted no time with foreplay. This was not about romance, tenderness or love. This was about his lust and need to possess and own her and her body. She looked nervously at him and sheepishly asked, “Please turn off the overhead light”. His reply came instantly, “No. I want it on. I want to see your face the moment I slide into you, the moment I take possession of my prize.” For some reason, that pleased her immensely.

She watched as he unzipped his pants hurriedly. He didn’t even bother to take them off, nor his shirt, but grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She raised her head up just in time to see him take his engorged cock out and stroke it a time or two before aiming it towards her already wet slit. As she looked up to his face above her, she saw him smile, but it wasn’t the type of smile she was used to. It wasn’t friendly. No, it was shamelessly wicked, showing a side of him that she had suspected was there but had no proof…till now. He was going to take delight in using her and she knew it now for sure. He licked his lips and winked at her at the very moment she felt the head of his manhood start to spread her pussy lips. She tried to wiggle her body closer to him, but he stopped her…a stern look and “Be still.” She froze her body in place. He grabbed her legs and raised them above his shoulders. At the moment he entered her honey hole, he growled, “I own you now. You’re mine.” He pumped himself into her again and again filling her as she had never felt before. The weight of his body pressing against her comforted her. The scent of his masculinity filled her nostrils and intoxicated her like a drug.

Again and again in the fog she heard his voice, disjointed sentences that filled the void she had always felt.
“From now on…”
“Only mine…”
“…serve me…”
“…own you..”
“Always.”

Fuck Winter. I want Spring to come (cum?).

February 24, 2010

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tags: Humpday, Picture

by thepinkpoppet

It’s Wednesday…Hump Day. And it is snowing yet again.
It is almost always snowing. I am sick of snow. Being a woman from the deep southeast in the U.S., I am used to warmer winters, milder temps and rarely the possibility of snow…especially having to deal with record snowfalls and sub-zero temps (all of which I have experienced this winter). I want spring to get sprung! I want the flowers and various shades of green to come back. So here is an open plea to Mother Nature–stop fucking around and have a damned orgasm and cum already! Shoot forth that warm gush of spring. Give us that aroma of fresh musk that only you can share…that scent of life, growth, rebirth, celebration. Please Mother Nature, encourage those tightly closed tree and flower buds to engorge and swell with excitement so that they ripen and burst wide open, sharing their nectar, their beauty and their sensuality. I cannot wait much longer. I am ready. I have struggled through the harsh winter and want to have you embrace my naked flesh with your warmth. I need this. I crave this. I lust after this. Cum for me Mother Nature. NOW!

In the meantime, a sweet friend of mine, Patricia Lynn and another, who never wants to be revealed, shared these with me to cheer me up and let me find at least something to enjoy in all of this snow. Hope you enjoy them.