Musing: reflection

Look in the mirror
and who do you see,
a fragment of someone 
who wishes to be
a beautiful person both inside and out, 
who's head is on clearly and contains no doubt.

Look in the mirror 
and who you will find,
a mixed  up kid woman 
who's dreams block her mind.
When reason will tell her 
to stop on the red,
but something else hidden
makes her plunge ahead.

Look in the mirror
and who you are now,
a naive young girl grown woman
that doesn't know how
to dazzle the boys anyone
or make others stare
but who knows how to love
and knows how to care.
Who is nobody for
this very short time,
but in a few years
her reflection will shine.
     ~ Xxxxxx Xxxxxxxxx

This poem was written by a classmate that I kind of knew a lifetime ago.  I found some old high school stuff while cleaning out the garage recently. When I reread this I remembered how it spoke to me back then, and it still speaks to me now.  I feel a connection to the girl in the proverbial mirror even now as a woman, decades later.

My apologies to those who clicked hoping to read something more salacious...


3rd Blogoversary

Wow, December 29th, my blogoversary, came and went, 
Because the doctor was making a house call. . .


A booty text ;-) ... My 14th confession

"Louise, now I may not get texts, I may not send texts, 
but trust me the subtext of that text bootay!"
     Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City: The Movie

I am sure he knew I'd still be up when he texted me late that night.  He made small talk and told me about his day, but I suspected he had other things on his mind.  DH suggested that I invite him over, so I did.  He accepted my offer.  Ah, the subtext of his texts had indeed been a booty call...

I greeted him at my front door wearing next to nothing.  He smiled in approval.  I led him into a dark room, and  crawled onto the bed, revealing my 'commando' status.  He expressed his approval by rubbing his warm palms against my cheeks, then spanking me.  He knows I like it a little rough...

It didn't take him long to undress.  I rocked my bare ass back against him as he dropped his jeans, feeling his hard cock.  He reached forward to grab and squeeze my hard nipples.  Being teased with his cock against my ass and his hands on my breasts was too much for me.  I begged him to fuck me.  He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back to nibble on my neck and shoulder.  Then, with a deep thrust, he entered me from behind.  The sensation of his sheathed cock filling my wet and wanting pussy made me purr with pleasure.

This was not a slow and sensual encounter like other nights.  No, this was assertive, determined, a little rough, and fast.  I liked it.   I sensed he was close to cumming, so I slid my hand between my legs to finger my self to a stronger orgasm just as he came.

I walked him to the door, then met DH in our bedroom, where I welcomed a second cock in my warm and greedy pussy.  The hotwife foreplay had once again paved the way for a steamy scene...

edited on 11/27/10 ... damn I hate typos!



His hands looked strong, yet soft, and his finger was bare.

He was tall and lean, and dressed with an aloof sense of style.

He did and said absolutely nothing to to pique my interest, yet I found myself completely distracted by his presence.

It was the wrong place and time to allow my mind to wander to the 'what ifs', but I could not prevent myself from wondering...


Musing... My Tangled Web

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
    Sir Walter Scott, Marmion, Canto vi. Stanza 17.
There are times when I find myself lost in thought, and Sir Walter Scott’s words strike me and snap me back into reality.  They are interesting thoughts, though. 
Thoughts of passion, surprise, acceptance, understanding, curiosity, desire, confusion… 

These thoughts swirl around in my brain, tug at my conscience, turn me on, make me smile, and make me choose my words carefully depending on to whom I am speaking. 

… and that is when I feel like Sir Walter Scott’s words ring true the most.  When I am engaged in daily conversations with friends, family, coworkers, or lovers, I must be aware, or else I fear I will become snarled in my own web of deceit.  I choose to keep my double life as a hotwife private, so it is a web of my own creation, and a consequence I must manage.

This consequential web was easy to manage when I met men from Ashley Madison or in a bar.  I had no ties to them, and each encounter was titillating, yet brief.  I could be honest about my reason for meeting them if I desired.  Now, however, I find myself in a different situation.  Well, two situations actually.  Both of which cause me to navigate my web with caution.

I have introduced you to The Doctor, and told about some of my experiences with him.  (Yes, dear readers, there is another secret confession about The Doctor that has yet to be told.)  I must carefully mind my complicated web when I talk with The Doctor.

I have not confessed anything about my most recent lover, the one that has caused me to reflect on my tangled web the most, and the one I have been with repeatedly.  I hesitate assign a moniker for him, for am not sure I can even blog about him.  I will say that the attraction we feel for one another is undeniable... and hot! 
In the months since our paths first crossed my consequential web has become that much more tangled.


The return of The Doctor... My 13th confession

In the months since the trip to the cabin, The Doctor and I have kept in more frequent touch via email. After dancing around the subject of what had transpired there, The Doctor playfully acknowledged the fun that he, DH, and I had enjoyed that night by the fire.  He respectfully asked if what had occurred had been OK with DH.  Without giving away too much information, I let him know that all was well, and that he had helped us satisfy a whim.

I accompanied The Doctor to his hotel room after dinner, drinks, and continuous conversation.  The conversation was still flowing as we sat on opposite sides of the queen sized hotel bed, but at this point our words were laden with double entendres.  The distance between us slowly narrowed, and The Doctor hinted that a repeat performance would be welcome.  Since I am not one to disappoint a friend, I shifted my position and slid my hand over his thighs.  He leaned back against the pillows, so I moved closer, bearing my cleavage as my hands traveled over the hardness growing in his slacks.  We exchanged a long, knowing look, then without saying a word, I helped him remove his pants and boxers and he helped to remove my blouse and bra. 

There we sat, partially clothed and silent, with our gazes locked.  Anticipation filled the space between us in the dimly lit room. I leaned over, and began swirling my tongue around the tip of his head.  The combination of my brief hand massage and anticipation had engorged his seven-inch cock, causing precum to mingle with the moisture from my mouth.  I grasped the base of his rigid cock as I opened my mouth wider to take him in deeper.  I eagerly began my oral ministrations, hoping to impress him with my determination to please.  I alternated between a pattern of semi-shallow sucking and long licks from his base to his tip, making sure to pay attention to his balls, as well.  My efforts were encouraged when The Doctor reached out to cup my breasts and squeeze my hard nipples.   His touch felt so good that I was compelled to engulf his entire length, and work towards brining him to an orgasm.  The moment his tip reached my throat he began to moan and praise my talents.  His sexy sounds and phrases were such a turn on!  I felt his cock throb gently against my lips, indicating that he was about to pump his load into my mouth, so I took him in as deep as I could.  He groaned and gasped between exclamations of pleasure and praise while I swallowed his cum and licked his tip clean. 

Afterwards I reclined on the pillows beside him, feeling very turned on and needing a release of my own.  It was late and we were both getting tired, so I took matters into my own hands.  I reached across his body and guided his hand to my D cups, and instructed him to grope and squeeze.  I unzipped my jeans to allow access to my pussy.  With one hand I checked to see if he was ready for round two, and slid my other hand within my pretty pink thong.  He seemed to be getting hard, but I need to cum!  I abandoned his cock in order to focus all my attention on my wet, pink folds and sensitive clit.  I asked him to squeeze and pinch my nipples harder while he watched me play with myself.  I was a little self conscious, but I couldn’t hold back my soft moans as I slipped my finger into my pussy and made circles around my hard clit.  I would have loved to have felt his mouth on my nipples, but he seemed content to watch the show.  Before long I was writhing and whimpering in the throws of my self induced orgasm.

We regrouped and dressed so that The Doctor could walk me out.  There was no awkwardness as we hugged goodbye.  I texted DH to let him know that I was on my way home, and that I needed his cock…


...changing my weight on my Ashley Madison profile!

Riff's post today made me realize that I should update my profile on AM to reflect the current, slimmer me. Thanks Riff!


Musing about Ashley Madison...

Ok, I have a question for the male readers who use AM:

Is there a promotion currently running for male members?
I ask because in the past 48 hours I have received an unusually high volume of messages on AM.  I usually get a few winks, a few requests for my photo key, etc..., but just 2 or 3  custom messages each day.  The volume of custom messages caught my eye, as well as the other types of contacts, and made me wonder if male members were offered free credits as part of a promotion recently.

I'd love to hear from AM members to learn if other women have noticed that same trend, or if men were offered a promotion of some kind.  COMMENT!

PS: What do you think of the updated AM logo?