And though I wish I had a "while the cat's away the mouse will play" confession to share with you, I do have some other stuff to share.
You see, I am at home with our youngest child, because he is not a very good traveler. Just ask any of the other passengers on our transcontinental flight last July, and they can testify to this fact. So instead, I am relaxing and spending time with my child during the day. By night, once he is soundly asleep, I have time on my hands.
I could do something productive such as clean out my closet... nah.
I could do something intellectual such as read my new library books... maybe later.
So, how am I spending my evenings? Well, blogging (of course) and surfing other blogs (naturally), and in general spending too much time on the web. But when I turn out the lights, I have been pleasuring myself with my pretty pink sex toy. I confess, I have been masterbating.
To get in the mood Monday night I poured a generous, cool glass of Bailey's Irish Cream and took my laptop out to the patio (gotta love wireless!) to peruse more craigslistings. But they just didn't do it for me. So I finished my drink and my cigarette (yet another confession - I pulled out my secret stash of smokes!), brought the laptop in, undressed, and hopped into bed. Out of nowhere, I started fantasizing about having an encounter with a UPS delivery man! Well, maybe it was inspired in part by something I read on someone's blog or a hot wife forum. Anyway, I thought about how I could lure him into my home and eventually fuck him while DH was upstairs listening. I got quite turned on thinking about this, and my pretty pink toy made me feel very good! I held the tip of it against the hood of my clit to get warmed up. Then I used my hand to gently massage my outer lips before I sampled the wet folds within. I was ready to slide the bulbed head of the gently vibrating toy into my warm pussy. My pretty pink toy is equipped with a cute little butterfly that is positioned just right to flutter against my waiting clit and bring me to orgasm... ahh...
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It is Wednesday now, the sun has set, & my little one is tucked in. Here I am again, on the patio, blogging while I listen to the sounds of nature; crickets chirping, leaves rustling in the breeze, the kids out for summer break playing ball in the street, a car alarm sounding off, a distant motorcycle revving up... oh wait, I said sounds of nature... you get the idea. Beside me is a bottle of Patron Platinum Tequila and some slices of lime... yum! (oh my, where did that pack of cigarettes come from?)
On a side note, today I got a little bit of bad news, so I am wallowing in loneliness and a bit of depression. I am hoping that the tequila will erase some of these feelings, and send waves of relaxation over me so that I can once again slide my naked body under the sheets and drift back to my fantasy of the UPS man ringing my doorbell and telling me that he has a special package for me...