Friday, July 21, 2017

Reflective Friday

Current Mood: Reflective


I came across this quote recently:
 

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world
but then I thought there are so many people in the world,
there must be someone just like me
who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.
I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.
Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes,
it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you."
 – Frida Kahlo

Yes, on the surface simply a quote written by a woman, addressing and being supportive of another woman, another kindred spirit, but to me it is more. Her note to the "strange" is my note to a my own kindred spirits across the internet.




And if I was to allow myself to believe in the unbelievable,
perhaps a lover not yet met.




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For a slightly different mood, don't forget to read and share your thoughts
on my previous post HERE.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Hump Day: Morning Interlude

Wednesday already? Or Wednesday barely?

Today happens to be Hump Day which
is probably no surprise to you if you happen to work in an office environment. Not that other jobs don't count down their weekdays either, but I personally have always found this mid-week celebration prevelant in the office environment. Not sure why that is since despite its drudgery, it still beats hard labor.


Therefore in honor of Hump Day - a very brief photo play for your review. I hope it is a welcome distraction.

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7:15 am
Gentle footfalls on hardwood floors.
A hollow stream of coffee pouring into a ceramic mug. Swish. Drip. Drip.
Drip.



Frannie - He..hee..here’s your cup.

Enzo - You have that. I’ll grab a full cup on the way into work.


Frannie
- But….Are you still mad?


Enzo
- I’m leaving. You can take the bus today.


Frannie
- Wwhat? Wait. I’ll be late if I take the bus.


Enzo 
- You should have thought about that earlier. Just don't be late getting home. I’ll finish dealing with you then.


Frannie
- Finish? I thought I was done?! Jus, just look at me.

Enzo - I am looking at you and that is why I know you are far from done. Warmed up, but not done.





6:49
am
Thunderous claps of skin on skin contact.
Yelps and fast-paced pleads breakthrough the fading morning still.


Frannie
- I’m sss…sa…sarrieee!


Enzo 
- You will be sorry – eventually. I can’t believe you. Drinking the last cup of coffee and not even thinking of setting up a new one to brew.


Frannie
- Oh! Oh. Oww! Ugh. Ow!


Enzo 
- What about flushing the toilet while I was still in the shower?


Frannie
- I had to pee.


Enzo 
- You were supposed to join me in the shower.


Frannie
- ….but I needed coffee first.


Enzo
- And all this on top of your not wanting to get up this morning.


Frannie
- Oww! Ugh. I just wanted to sleep innnn. It’s not like you were in a hurrr…ie.


Enzo 
- Yes, but I managed to give you a nice wake up call and still get up, didn’t I?






6:25
am
Swish. Swish. Creek.
Creek. Creek. Creek. Creek.
Grunts, groans and incoherent protests.


Frannie
- Owww! Gawd, tha…t...  Ughhhh! Slooow...down. Thattt's...ughhh…


Enzo
- Good! Now that I got your attention maybe you’ll get up.


Frannie
- I’m up! I’m up! Gawd, how could I not be. Ohhh! Ohh. Owww!


Enzo
- Isn't this what you wanted?


Frannie
- Ya..yes, bb-but...


Enzo
- Well, happy hump day. So who's the insatiable, horny little bitch? Who is?


Frannie
- Guu! Gawd! Uhhh! 
Yes! Yes!  I. I.   I am! I am!





6:15
am
Silence but for the whisper of the curtains swaying against the bedsheets.
Distant birds chirp their piercing greetings into the morning.
The swishing of skin sliding backwards against crisp sheets.


Frannie - Mmmmm…mmmm.

Silence.

A thrust of joined body weight shifting.


Enzo 
- Well, good morning to you too.


Frannie
- You’re up and at attention as always.


Enzo 
- Get up and turn on the coffee and I’ll meet you in the shower.
 

Frannie
- Ummmm. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to go to…to wwor…
Ohh!

Enzo 
- Be a good girl and get up.
 

Frannie
- No. I’m ready for all of you now.
 

Enzo 
- Uh, I don’t think you are quite ready yet. Meet you in the shower.


Frannie
- Mmmm, no. No, don’t go. Don't pull out. Please. Just stay. Stay inside.
Finish. Pppleasse.


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So would you enjoy this wake up call?
Did Frannie deserve that spanking?

How about the one to come later today?

Silent votes count via the Polls, but comments are most appreciated.







Thursday, July 13, 2017

Intermission: Checking In

I am on this road, going and going, but I just need to pull over and stop for a moment. Problem is I’m not happy with the view ahead. To be fair, and no different really than most, no one ever really gets an unobstructed view. But for someone who wasn’t meant to be here, let alone this long; well the road is truly unclear.

The soul tires of the bumpy road, the eyes ache from glaring through the haze. Perhaps pulling over, turning off the engine and just being is the best course.

Yet staying here, unmoving, is in itself a step; and praying not a step backwards.


Checking in just in case anyone had been wondering; in case anyone was still interested in reading. It has been a minute since my last post. Although that last post didn't seem to gather much attention and seemed to prove unpopular with the ladies as I had partially anticipated.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Daydreams: A Photo Story

With the Summer weather finally kicking in and during these long days at work my mind wanders ever so easily. And in that wandering is where I get lost. Speaking of getting lost,
I hope you don't get lost by this story and are able to keep track of the multiple viewpoints and 3 perspectives. (You are however welcome to get lost in it). It started out as a very simple romantic photo story and I ended up with the following. Hopefully you enjoy it just the same.

 
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I need to get away.
I need to get away from it all.

But even solitude is best when shared.


Sometimes you just need comfort food.
And other times you need to not only taste comfort,
but feel it all around you.
The comfort of the wild.

Camping?
 Sleeping on the floor?
Like in the forest?
With squirrels?
Sure, I'll be Snow White.


 

 

 

 

When the day draws to an end,
there is something soothing about the embers of a camp fire
drifting off into the night.
You feel its embrace, its distinctive touch,
but you never quite know its strength...





...not until daybreak, when the ash is strewn, last nights flame gone.
A new fire erupts easily as the fuel never burned out
yet last night's and today's spirits
are not quite the same.



....

When the day drew to an end,
When you walked back from the rocky riverbed.
The long ride, the blazing sun and your raging attitude
all already had me heated
in more ways than one.

But when I saw you -

I always appreciate beauty, and you always elevate it
- I was not pleased.

I wasted no time in scolding you for walking around like that.
 
 

You aren't at home, young lady.

No one is around for miles, you snap back with cold words and a stiff finger.


 Enough.

In an instant you are down on all fours against your will.
You bottom turned up and I make your panties disappear.

So I guess this leaves us with the age old question;
If you spank a girl in the woods and no one else is around,
does she still make a sound?

A mere half dozen slaps and
you are already begging for me to stop.
Stop. No, no! Ughhh!
You take a deep breath holding onto hope for a change of heart.
Your mind floats.

...
You simultaneously feel the initial pain while you also see yourself;
you are watching yourself.

Imaging yourself as the "that girl" of "that movie".


A beautiful, glamorous girl.
A stubborn strong-willed reporter investigating the wrongs of these backwoods.
She didn't listen to warnings
and happens to be camping alone.

An arrogant outsider who's back-talked one to many locals
all of whom were merely trying to be helpful.

Her careless actions, her self-centered ways
have all led to this moment -
alone in this secluded and abandoned camp.

A local has followed her and watched her all day along the river.
He gets an extra surprise.
She forgot her bikini, but no harm; no one else was around she must have thought.
Parading around, splashing and snapping about
careless and full of vanity, covered in only sheer panties.

Yes, he has watched all day and patiently waited.
Waited til dusk.
And then snuck into camp and straight into her tent!

And now he is here.
The unknown intruder has made his way in.

He has overpowered her and pushes her down on all fours in an instant.

He leans over her as he watches the evening light glisten off her hair 
and lets his rough hands explore her soft body. 
He grabs a firm hold of her exposed tender breasts. 
He squeezes handfuls of divinity, wrapping his fingers around her nipples, 

bringing them to attention.

She realizes she is now at his mercy.

You realizes you are now at his mercy.


...

"This is no place for meddling city girls, especially nosy reporters!" 

He scolds you as he slaps your ass once, twice, three and six times. 


"I…aaaa…..ohhhhhh….uhhhhh….I'm not a reporter" 

you manage to let out a hope-filled lie.
Without further preparation, he grabs tight to your hips and leans in.
His weight pushes you forward against the makeshift bed and 
your body,
with no where to go, freezes. His body keeps charging forward,
despite the fact that yours has stopped,
and he begins to corkscrew his way into your tight petite hole.

You pound the bed with your manicured fists,
bite the sleeping bag to muffle your screams.

"Who's. Been. A. Nosy. Med..dling. Outsider?" 

he pushes deeper with every word. 


"I…I….I do..don't…knohhhhhh…..Fuuuu…." 

you slur out as you feel him trying to sink in.



"Who's been strutting around practically naked by the river all day?!"
he asks, patiently waiting for an answer; all the while sliding slowly into you.



Unable to focus on supplying answers and instead you drift off.

"I'll teach you Ms. Reporter to mind your own business. About trespassing.

Stupid little city girl thinks she can come out here and make a mess.
I'll show you a mess."

She recognizes the voice, but it can be anyone really.
It is too dark already to make out his face.She dares to steal a glance over her shoulder 
catching sight of his forearm
just as he raises it and brings it down with a thundering slap.
She shrieks as her bottom cheeks reverberate!



On his arm, she recognizes the tattoo. 

A swirl of emotion take over her.
She can't seem to focus on it more than a mere second.
Her mind is consumed by the fact that her ass is on fire

as he has rammed into her dry.

...


You feel him pull out entirely and you almost breathe a sign of relief; 

when once more you feel him knocking at your backdoor.

Without delay his engorged manhood has impaled you.
The hardest thrust yet; stretching you both wide and deep.

You don't speak, you don't scream,
instead you let out a series of primal grunts.


Yet above your own grunts you hear what sounds like chirps 
and
chatter. You slowly turn to the tent opening as the sun slowly disappears. 

Exaggerated shadows against the campfire dance back and forth. 

Tiny footsteps stop and dark eyes peer in, 

seemingly making eye contact with you before scurrying off again.

Are they, are they snickering at me? Really?

One more your mind is refocused as your bottom aches
in response to a 
lone deep thrust that now corks your bottom fully.
You become oddly aware of your perspiration dripping 
down your back
and down your cheeks before you feel something differently.

You know he is as deep as he can go.

His stiff erection now throbbing inside of you as he begins to gyrate
causing your bare cheeks to 
jiggle and shake as if to a beat.

You become embarrassed by the fact that your ass
must look like it is dancing intentionally,
momentarily overlooking the bigger fact that your ass is being violated.

You already think you are as sore as you can ever be,
and yet he seems to only have just begun.

Out of nowhere he speaks up,

"Funny, I don't see them coming to your rescue, Snow White.

Sorry, no
woodland creatures to save you big pale ass" he says with an obvious smirk,
slapping your bottom once more with a resounding sting;

just as he begins a full on assault into your
 delicate, tender hole.



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So did anyone get lost trying to follow this story? or lost in it?
Anyone in the mood for camping now?


Your thoughts, comments and opinions are always appreciated.






 


Friday, May 26, 2017

Random Thoughts: Friday

Random Thoughts on a Friday Afternoon

Here we are on a Friday afternoon. A Friday afternoon on an extended holiday weekend. A Memorial Day weekend to be ever more precise. I won’t get into the true meaning of the holiday as there is time for that yet, but rather touch on what this extended weekend always reminds me of – the End of the School Year. Not just end of school years themselves, but Graduations and in particular College Graduations. Although Colleges and Universities have different graduation dates with ceremonies that seem to extend over a month long period, we are definitely in the Graduation season.


Graduation Pinup
I was thinking, which led me to researching (ie. googling), and ultimately to the conclusion that, oddly enough, there are not many sexy graduation images out there. I am sure the Graduation Pinup theme would be a struggle for most other artists, but Elvgren once again does not disappoint with his version. This is the reason Elvgren is my all time favorite pin-up artist.


And as far as Sexy Graduation Photos (of the PG13 version), those are also rare. Yes, I did manage to pull the one below out of the archives. It has been around for quite a few years; a lifetime in internet years.

This photo always puts a smile on my face. Why? Mainly because it is her expression of realization that someone has just snapped a photo that might make this day more memorable for other reasons than her diploma (plus not to state the obvious, but I also love the white panties with tiny pink details). You can almost hear her say, "Hey! Hheey..." And to be 100 percent clear I am referring to the brunette as the blond seems oblivious to the facts. Reminder, you can click on the picture to enlarge it.



Sadly for most, after the Graduation celebrations are over, reality moves in quickly and the seemingly Endless Employment Search begins. I won’t get into the political divide on the state of and opinions regarding all things related to higher education. None of that. We shall stay positive for now as it is the Friday of a 3-day weekend.

Instead, I offer you this post-college job search video to make you smile. I love this video. It is so well done throughout. I know, I know; it is very sophomoric, but I can be just that at times. Well, it was either post this or gifs of girls’ bottoms being probed none the gently (I’ll just save those for later if you insist).

Here is the direct link in case the video doesn't auto-load:
https://youtu.be/_xf3ELqb6kc



Please, let me know if this video makes you smile.

And
 also, for extra-credit of course, see if you can answer the following two questions
(in short-essay format please).:

1) Your opinion on Darci's (the main girl) outfit and her color choices throughout, and
2) Guess which girl is my second-favorite (it might not be so obvious).

Friday, May 12, 2017

Story Time Sunday: Mommy Needs...

Posting this early. Since this Sunday is Mothers' Day I wanted to and managed to, write something incorporating that topic in a small way. See if anyone recognizes the Mom in this story as I am certain you have met before. 

But first and what should be foremost, Happy Mothers Day to all the Moms out there! I am certain you don't get enough credit, and worse yet, if you are like the Moms I know, you are too hard on yourselves, therefore I offer you this simple reminder:

And to all of you, if you are fortunate enough to still have your Mom around, at the very least call her on Sunday. Please.

And now on with the story.....

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“Mommy will be down in a minute; go play outside” she yells down flustered at her situation as she slams the door shut leaving her all alone in the bedroom.

She walks to the mirror and stares at herself in what she has been ordered to wear. Soft cotton has turned sheer as her ample bottom fills the elastic cotton to the brink.
She turns around to study the elasticity of the white cotton further. She shakes her head, snapping the well-defined waistband; they simply are no meant to be worn under a tight skirt, not able to go unnoticed with such an outfit she explains to the empty room.


Thinking herself clever as a solution comes to mind, she pulls on the cotton panties, wedging them between her cheeks. She immediately realizes that this is not a comfortable option and releases them.


She turns right and left, still angry at the command, and debates not if the pantie-lines will be visible or not, but rather how defined they will appear. Twirling around she smiles surprising herself as she begins to admire the tight fit. She reluctantly admits to herself that they don’t feel nearly as tight as they obviously look. No, she would never admit that to him, just to herself.
This forced humble garment is a blatant contradiction to her sexy dress, yet there is more to it. She wonders what it is really.  Is it that he secretly just loves the fact that the forced stretched cotton makes them sheer? Or does he truly want her to feel embarrassed? Embarrassed how? She would never show them to anyone let alone openly admit to anyone that he picks out her panties. That he often forces her to wear certain panties when she acts up; panties meant to teach her a lesson. 

“Well the joke is on you Mister,” she says out load as she looks in the mirror. He doesn’t know that despite being “punishment panties” they somehow make her incredibly horny? Partly due to the fact that he "made her" wear them, took the decision away from her…

Yes, she starts off mad of course, but they eventually get her hot – but why? They shouldn’t. It doesn’t make sense. He treats her like a… she can't say it, but he treats her like she isn’t mature enough to make her own decisions nor handle her own emotions.

She stops herself form a tailspin of conflicting thoughts and instead switches her debate to the decision to give in now rather than later. Why did she give into wearing these granny panties instead of her thong like she had planned to? A thong would be appropriate for both the outfit and how she wanted to feel tonight.

It is not too late. She should just wear the thong and deal with the consequences later, right? But is keeping clear of her friends judgemental, negative fashion comments worth the consequences? Worth upsetting him, worth the drawn-out argument; worth how he’ll deal with her?

Screw it, she’ll teach him; teach them all. Not only will she wear these panties and feel sexy wearing them she’ll change her outfit. That’s right, an outfit that matches these...these babydoll panties. That's right; they aren't granny panties they are cute and sexy babydoll panties. She’ll wear a flowy babydoll dress and see what he thinks of that! So much for forced pantie-lines!
 

Her friends will be so envious of her cute new outfit, who cares what is underneath. In fact, she should tell them. And when they begin to comment on how ugly full coverage panties can be, she'll cut them off and mock their lack of hipness, lack of being up on the latest styles. This mom is in the know; thank you very much, ladies.

Her mind races back to him
and the fact that he will be coming home after her night out; tired and frustrated as he warned, as she well knows, and neither choice will have mattered as he’ll need relief regardless. But why give him further ammunition to take out his frustration on her by intentionally wearing an outfit he didn't approve with the punishment panties or wearing a thong despite his orders.

Sure the spanking might be unbearable, but he’ll want additional relief regardless. The question was what would be more pleasurable afterward? A firm punishment spanking for wearing the wrong panties followed by equally punishing rough sex or being treated to a good girl spanking for following his orders and followed by great sex?


She cuts off her own train of thought as she suddenly realizes that both her mind and fingers have wandered. She’s unintentionally worked herself up into a heat as she faces off with the unpleased clock. She looks out the open window as the sun sets and the sound of youthful laughter still fills the air. She takes another sip of her wine glass, places it back on the dresser and ponders her immediate choices.

“They can wait,” she steps over to the welcoming bed, grabs a pillow and mounts it without hesitation. “Mommy needs some alone time.”


She begins rubbing herself against the pillow as the one size too small panties begin wedging themselves between her cheeks and lower lips. She pictures what he’ll do to her late that night when he comes home. Imaging his scent from coming back from a strenuous day as he finds her in bed. He’ll flip back the covers and see her there greeting him; greeting him entirely naked all but for her panties. But which panties?

The punishment panties? Yet, she’ll offset the the dynamic of his approval, sending him into an instant tailspin by admitting that she switched her dress, to a flowy dress and the day was windy and her dress was short. Yes, she changed outfits without his consultation. This visual will really get him going, not that he’ll need much help. His anger at her disobeying, topped by the possibility that she was on display for strangers' eyes will cause him to let loose.

He’ll drag her out of bed, scold her while tossing her over his bulging pants… He’ll scold her for being a bad example, an irresponsible mom, and an immature brat. He’ll slap her bottom in growing intervals explaining that she shouldn’t be parading her ass around for others to make rude comments about. That if her dress flipped up thanks to the wind and anyone saw, they would definitely have seen her panties.


She would intentionally correct him, and tell him that thanks to him, thanks to him making her wear these sheer panties they would have seen a lot more of her than just her panties. This, of course, will get him more upset and he'll scold her about showing off her tight ass to strangers and that if she is okay with showing off her ass crack, he might as well yank these panties off. He'll begin slapping her bottom firmly and with conviction at this point. Stopping only to further threaten that he better not hear a single thing. He better not hear any comments; neither about his wife dressing inappropriately, wearing a short dress, nor about anyone seeing this young milf's panties. If so then there will be a much harder lesson then the spanking he’s giving her.

He’ll then yank her panties further down, leaving them wrapped around her thighs, flip her over the bed and spank her in a rapid targeted succession; one, two, three, four... Just before she is about to cry out from the culminating pain; just before... he'll unzip his pants. Wasting no time, he'll ram her from behind, filling her pussy in an instant. Pounding in and out; in and out. She'll then gasp as she feels another intruder;
his thick middle finger probing up her tight, petite bottomhole, all while simultaneously continuing to pound her pussy.


She dry humps the pillow now wishing he hadn’t been called away. Wishing she would have sent him off properly other than with her cold, attitude filled remarks. She sticks her soft hand inside the tight panties, a freshly manicured set of fingernails disappear leaving only pale knuckles visible.

She tries to focus on her warm thoughts and not the screams and laughter coming from outside in the distance. In no time she is physically bouncing on the bed, her fingers rubbing and penetrating deeply. No doubt she’s a shameless sight of frustration she thinks to herself as the room fills with an audience of leering early twilight shadows. The summer wind blows cold into the room full of judgment of her choice to leave her littles out back playing unsupervised while she puts her full attention on playing
unsupervised with herself.

Her hair is swinging wildly, her breasts bouncing freely, her ass on full display. She doesn't care that she is blatantly trying to rub her clit against her pillow; legs spread wide toes and ass to the sky, panties concealing nothing, stretched to their limit and ready to burst as she continues her mad humping. She doesn't care. She doesn't care. She deserves this break.

Her hair now a tangled mess as her moisture seeps through and onto the pillow just as she fully relaxes and lets herself go.

“Ugh! Ugh!
Uhhhh....Grrr…

Oh, oh. OH GAWD!”

She frumps her head down, breathing deeply, panting loudly.


...


“Mmmm, yeeess. I needed that”
she tells herself as her hand is still wedged between herself and the pillow. She turns over on her back and stretches her legs wide and looks down at the white panties between them. Slowly becoming aware that her panties are damp in sweat throughout, the crotch drenched and sticky; when the full realization hits her.

The realization that
she can’t wear these now and that these are her only clean punishment panties. Well, they were her only clean pair. Now what? No time to wash them before her friends come pick her up for their much anticipated Girls Night Out. Not to mention nowhere near enough time before her Aunt Gee comes over to babysit the littles.

DING, DONG!

“No! Fffuck, already?! Now what?!”
She scrambles off the bed trying to make a decision.

Forced back to the previous decision, wear the thong panties she wanted to begin with, or leave these now soiled ones on? But she can’t do that, she tells herself, she can’t be “that girl".

Just put on another pair silly girl, she tells herself.

“Fffffuck!” she stares at the overflowing hamper, another chore not done and she hears his voice clearly reminding her to be sure to get all her chores done before she goes out with friends.

Bare toes scramble across the room skidding to a stop in front of the dresser. Now faced with a couple of other limited options; choose between holey, well-worn faded panties or threadbare frumpies that only see daylight for a few days a month.

Decisions, decisions; four choices and no easy decision.

DIIIIING, DONG!

“No! Fuck, fuck fuckety fck!”


The sound of the door opening, the slow footfalls; capped by the ever recognizable voice,

“Hello!
Hello, Dear!

The littles are out back, alone; are you here?
Or are you just busy putting on all that makeup that only you seem to like?"


The wooden steps to the upstairs creak, announcing her fast approach.

"Hello?
It's me, Aunt Gee, I let myself in."


The deliberation is permanently interrupted and a decision is made.



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And what choice did she make? Did she choose wisely?

As always, I do hope you find this story enjoyable and if so please let me know.