Two ships that pass in the night

Yes, I am back, but I have been busy with visiting family. Sorry for the delay in new posts, and thanks to those who emailed me to see if I was still around!

DH and I usually work opposite schedules, so I frequently refer to us as two ships that pass in the night. Well, last week our ships collided with erotic passion...

Wednesday night I slipped my pink toy beneath my pillows with plans of solo play at bed time since DH was working a late shift. I guess I was more tired than I realized from my travels, because I went to sleep without playing with pinky, which stayed tucked behind the pillows for another time. Thursday night was very warm, and I crawled into bed wearing only panties and my unbuttoned PJ top on so that I could enjoy the breeze created by the ceiling fan.

Later, once peacefully asleep, I experienced erotic visions and sensations in my dreams. I envisioned bare legs entwined and sensual massages. I heard soft moans and gasps of pleasure. These delightful sensations went on for a short while before I became aware that I was not dreaming. I felt a hand tracing a light trail up my thigh to my hips and then up to my shoulder and back down again where it gently massaged my ass. These pleasing touches continued for a while as I began to stir and make soft sounds of pleasure. I felt a body spooning behind me as a hand reached around to cup my breast and tease my nipple. All the while I kept my eyes closed, as if to continue in my erotic dream-like state, and I voiced my approval with more breathy gasps and soft moans. I felt a hand slide down my stomach to explore the area beneath my sheer panties. I moved my leg to allow him better access. I wanted to feel his fingers part my lips and tease my clit. My unspoken wish was granted, and I felt fingers discover how wet and worked up I had gotten during my erotic dream and sensual massage. My companion in the darkness slid his fingers over my mound, making me writhe and twist, when suddenly I heard the familiar buzz of my pink toy. He held the vibrating toy against my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. I spread my legs open wide, silently begging for more. He sat up between my knees and expertly fucked me with my pretty pink toy, varying speed and hardness of his plunges. I could barely control my bucking pelvis. I felt strong spasms shake my entire body with orgasmic pleasure.

Once I caught my breath I returned the favor. He laid on his back, and I cuddled close enough to reach out and touch the growing bulge within his boxers. I rubbed and massaged his cock, and eventually freed it from the confines of the fabric so I could see his erect organ and feel the bulbed head in my grasp. I milked the cum from his cock, granting him the same release of orgasm as he had bestowed on me. We embraced for a little while longer before either one of us uttered a word, breaking the silence. I whispered a welcome home, then we drifted off to sleep, still feeling relaxed.
It was indeed a hot encounter, as two ships collided in the night.

Musings and confessions of another kind

As any of DH's regular readers know, he is out of town for a bit.
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...

(blush)

Musings from a Friday night...

So, one recent Friday night while DH was working late, I had dinner with the kids, put them to bed, then sat down with the laptop to catch up on blogs I read... all pretty typical for me.

I was in a mood, one that is hard to explain - a kind of rebellious, randy, and flippant mood. I was feeling a great deal of pressure and stress from all areas of my life, and found myself drinking glass after glass of wine, alone, as I viewed the computer screen that night. When I had read all my usual blogs, surfed the web, and finished the bottle of wine, I was feeling bored and dissatisfied, so I visited craigslist to read the personal ads in may area, just for fun. Then, in a bold, wine-induced, spontaneous, and unprecedented move, I replied to an ad!

After that, I crawled into bed. I got out my jar of x-Scream and slipped my right hand down into my panties (Ooo, la, la... the x-scream felt good!), while my left hand played with my nipples. I was wet and horny. I was almost in the throws of an orgasm, when DH came home and walked into the room. He obviously knew what I was doing, and asked if I had read any good blogs. And he must have checked the history on the browser before coming to the bedroom, because then he asked if I had been on craigslist. I told him what I had done while he watched me finish getting myself off. I think he was pretty surprised that I responded to an ad, but he was turned on to find me touching myself. We enjoyed some play time together before falling asleep.

In retrospect, I feel extra naughty finding and replying to an ad.

I wish I had a juicy hotwife tale to tell about the person who posted the ad on craigslist...
I did get a reply... and there is a little more to the story...
Should l tell you what came of my wine-induced behavior... ?