Naughty Shenanigans part 1: The Plan

His Little Friend and I are plotting. She’s been fantasizing about the three of us getting together for a while now. I received a text wednesday saying she wants to surprise Hotshot with a ménage à trois. I’m always down for naughty shenanigans, especially ones involving people as rad as these two. This one is shaping up to be one of the funnest yet! The sex ambush!

As you might imagine, an ambush requires planning and a good plan includes a strong set up, perfect timing, the proper equipment, and flawless execution.

The Set-up
After our first date last Wednesday, His Little Friend texted Hotshot and told him that she wanted the three of us to get together for dinner, drinks, and whatever, but that our schedules weren’t matching up until late september. She said he was disappointed but that he said something awesome along the lines of “it will happen if/when it’s meant to happen.

He may have acted casual, but we knew we had him on the line 🙂 In one of the tasks he gives His Little friend, Hotshot asked her to masturbate to the thought of Patagonia fucking her throat while I lapped at her cunt and starfish. Obvious projection on his part 🙂
Today, after not talking to him for a couple days (I was on a camping trip) I sent him a text apologizing for not being able to meet him during his RnR. I mentioned all the dirty things I had been planning but wouldn’t be able to do until the end of September. I told him there were a few positions that I was dying to try…

“I want to lay on my back with your little friend 69 to me. She’s licking my pussy as you fuck her from behind and I lick/suck at your cock and her cunt from below.” Oh, and then there was this one…”She lays on her back with her head at the end of the bed. I bend you over her and fuck your ass while she sucks you dry” And…” I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and hold her in your lap, arms holding her legs open, cock filling her ass. I want to suck her clit while I slide my lubed glove inside her. Then we time our thrusts to alternate. Cock in, fist out, fist in, cock out. All the while I’m torturing her clit with my mouth.”

Ha! Now He’s super turned on. Sends me a shot of his massively erect penis and two minutes later His Little Friend is texting me with “you’re doing great! He’s texting me like crazy about what you sent him”.
Muahahahaha! Hook line and sinker.

He’s due home for RnR sunday evening. Dirty and exhausted, he’ll be expecting His little Friend to be waiting for him with an ice cold beer and a hot shower. She and I will arrive at his house a couple hours early to set up the scene.

Harness & strap-on
strapless feel-do
ball gag

The Scene
She wants to watch us fuck. She wants to be made to watch us fuck.
When Hotshots an hour out, I’ll begin.
First, I’ll place the chair facing the bed. I’ll walk her to the chair, ask her to sit, and offer her a glass of wine. While she sips, I’ll bind her right ankle to the bottom of chair leg. Now the Left.
Using her phone, I’ll snap a shot.
Right ankle bound. Send
Her knees will naturally come together in an attempt to cover her naked sex. I’ll bind her calf, she’ll struggle to touch her left knee to the bound one when I gently force it into position. She’ll now be sitting bolt upright, knees apart facing the bed, two hands clutching the glass of red wine.
Left calf bound. Send.
He’s getting closer.
I’ll check my ties, and linger between her legs long enough to kiss the inside of her thighs. With the glass in her right hand, I’ll bind her left to the chair.
Drink up darling. I’ll take the glass and smile before tying her free hand to to the chair.
One bound wrist. Send
Ball gag snug in her jaws.
A few minutes of time to kill, I’ll entertain myself.
The door opens….

See?! The planning is half the fun!
His Little Friend and I are having a real date wednesday. Like a real real, I’m going to taste her, date. We aren’t telling him. This rendezvous will be a secret wrapped in a secret! We may leak pics after just to fan the flames a bit…



sexy times

Oh my what a fun week.  Work kicked my ass but I balanced it out with plenty of sexy play dates! Warning to those with squeamish  constitutions…bloody sex and  ass-play

Wednesday:  Headed down south to meet Red at his place for what turned out to be a fun and uber hot overnighter. We had a delicious dinner on the water, some tasty beer at a local brewer, then back to his place in time to catch the sunset from the back deck.  As I kicked back enjoying the view, red made himself at home between my legs. Did I mention that this man licks pussy like no other?!!  Heavenly head he gives! Anyway I came hard against his mouth just as the horn from a passing train sounded from below. Perfect timing.

I was on my moon which always makes me feel like an extra dirty girl.  Bloody handprints on white sheets and extra lube to help me take that monster cock of his.  Still thinking about his mons pubis stained crimson.  Dirty man even insisted I lick his asshole.   I so badly wished I had a harness. I wonder if he would have let me take him.

Red has a gf, His Little Friend, whom I mentioned in my  last post. The two have a pornarific tumbr blog that I just subscribed to. I want to link her here but am nervous. She would be the first to read this blog who knows who I am.

Thursday:  Another long day at work. Had planned on pulling a double but the heat got to me and I opted for a trip to the nude beach instead.  My bestie/muse and I found the perfect spot.  With Acid Arab playing over my wireless speaker (thank you Red!) we commenced drinking, swimming, and dancing on the rocks.

Friday:  Date night with Niceguy.  Moonlit swimming and an epic rope swing!  Drinks at my place and an invitation to sleep over.  Exhaustion got the better of me and I fell asleep in his arms.  Woke up sometime in the middle of the night and kissed him for the first time….nice, but no fireworks.. I fell back to sleep 🙂  In the morning we drank coffee and worked out in my living room.  I think I may have found my personal trainer, but a new lover? Still on the fence.  He’s pretty reserved.  My polar opposite, and generally not what turns me on. He’s really sweet and fun to be around though so we’ll see.

Saturday:  Blue grass, meteorites, and dirty dancing with The Pro. Another first kiss…This time there were some fireworks.  Still feel like taking this one slow.


Ok, that’s it for this week… Off to work I go.

Cast of characters in this unscripted life of mine

It’s been awhile! Too long to catch you up on everything that’s been going on, so here is a quick run-down on the who’s who in this unscripted life of mine!

The Counselor:  The Counselor and I have parted ways.  Honestly, I was infatuated and he just wasn’t that into me. It was really hard to take at first because I don’t get twitterpated easily and when I do, i fall hard!  He’s seeing someone exclusively now. A hot little number who triggers my insecurities in that she is awesome with a capital A!  Can’t blame him for falling for her, and I’m genuinely happy for him!

Irish:  Irish will be leaving for California in two weeks. We’ve had a few dates this month that have reminded me just how much I’ll be missing when he leaves.  I’m excited about visiting him though. Yet another excuse to visit San Francisco! Did I ever mention the fact that he doesn’t masturbate?! Well, he doesn’t…or should I say didn’t!  We’ve been working on some exposure therapy and it’s working wonders!  He sent me a titillating video the other night of the progress he’s made. Im so proud of him 🙂 and turned on of course!

Patagonia/Craigslist Boy:  Still seeing each other!  Who would’ve thunk it?! Must be sneaking up on six months now. I had expected us to part ways months ago, but we’ve sort of fallen into a groove and dare I say friendship.  We have tons of fun together and the sexual chemistry is still nearly as hot as night one!  Just last week while his wife was on vacation (permission to have as much fun as possible while away) we had a couple sleep overs, a nearly 400 mile motorcycle ride (in one day!), and….I let him f my a! First time in 3+ years and it was A mazing!!! Hahaha, we’ll probably breakup now 🙂

The Pro:  Ok so this one is pretty new and I’ll definitely change her moniker if we keep dating but for now….  Patagonia has had plenty of new lovers over the past 6? months, one of whom he suggested I meet.  I realized it was a thinly veiled attempt at setting up a threesome, and told him I usually don’t do that unless I’m already sleeping with both parties individually already.  So….we’ve been seeing each other for about a month now 🙂  She’s a massage therapist and….an occasional escort!  Ok, this is where I’m experiencing some cognitive dissonance.  I have NO objection to sex work or sex workers.  I think it should be legal, I think there should be brothels, and I think that every massage parlor should offer a “happy ending”.  BUT…. okay, I dont even know what the but is, but there is one.   I haven’t slept with her yet.  Not even a kiss. Lots of snuggling, hot dancing, and some rad massages, but we haven’t gotten naked. Patagonia is not sleeping with her anymore because the idea of her fucking someone for money turns him off.  It’s the money part.  He’s had sex with and continues to sleep with more women than she could ever schedule, but there it is.  The stigma. The taboo. It sort of turns me on and yet I hesitate.

Red:  Yummy.  This is my newest lover.  He’s a firefighter. Tall, handsome, strong, and hung like a goddamned pony. Seriously, I usually don’t care much about size, but holy moly…Its the biggest I’ve ever seen in person. Not only does he have an amazing  tool, he’s also the most orally gifted gent I’ve EVER been with. He’s significantly older than the rest at 44, but I find it refreshing.  My ex-husband and last ltr were both a decade older than me.  It’s really fun to fuck a MAN.

He’s in a primary relationship with a super-hot woman who lives here in town. I know she’s super-hot because she introduced herself to me the other morning while I was grabbing some coffee before work.  Ha! Red must have shown her pics. 

Anyway, he’s off fighting the fires in E. Wa and gets RnR every two wks.  He was home with her on the last break and we’ve scheduled a date for the one coming up next wk.  I’m sick with a summertime flu right now so I’m hoping to be better by then!

Nice Guy: Been on a couple dates with this fella, and still feeling him out. No sexy time yet as I’m still figuring out if I like him or not. He’s my age. Super fit ex-bodybuilder.  Not really into the whole muscle bound thing.  He builds and repairs boats/yachts and has a couple little girls.  He’s divorced and has never been in an open relationship but seems okay with my non-monogamous ways.

The Lawyer: The newest of the new.  Just started chatting this one up the other day.  He answered my latest ad on CL (the only response I found intriguing).  We’re meeting next week for our first face to face.   So far the sexting is dry but the wit is sharp.


So that’s that! I’ve been working hard (six days a wk 58-65hrs/wk) and playing hard!  Family life is good, school is about to start up again for all of us and I’m appreciating these homework-free days to the fullest!

Off topic

I want to write about my night at work. It’s off topic, but profound…for me at least.

I’m currently working as a caregiver in a long term care facility; a nursing home.  I work on the rehab wing.  The clients on my wing are not considered “residents” because the purpose of their stay is to rehab from acute illnesses and or procedures. It is expected that they will either get better and go home, move to the long term care wings or die.  This week, one of my guys passed away the morning after my shift.  The night before his celestial discharge, I sat with him and his grown daughter while she read scripture with tears in her eyes and a sob caught in her throat.  She had been ill for a week and had stayed away.  She didn’t want to get him sick.  He was already so sick.  24 hours of antibiotics gave her the confidence to sit by his bedside.  I was caring for someone across the hall when I heard her muffled sobbing and came to offer her comfort and a tissue.  She asked me if he could hear her. If there was any point in reading aloud to him.   I told her that hearing was the last sense to leave us as we die.  I told her that he knew she was there.  He opened an eye.  The morphine pump kept him heavily sedated.  His pain had been unbearable.  I told him I was there and that I loved him.  I’ve only worked in this facility for a month, but this man had been one of my favorite guys.  He had fought a noble fight with his daughters by his side.  When I told him I loved him, I meant it.  I loved those woman too.   She worried that she wouldn’t be there when he passed.  I tried to reassure her saying that we know the signs and would make sure to call her.  I shouldn’t have said that.  I’m still learning what I should and shouldn’t say. She left that night thinking we would call her in time.  I sat with him after she had gone.  I did his HS (hour of sleep) cares.  I repositioned him, trying to make him as comfortable as I could in the hospital bed.  I sang to him while I worked.  I usually do.  My guys usually like it when I sing.  I sing old gospel tunes.  That night I sang him wayfaring stranger and amazing grace (to the tune of House of the Rising Sun).  He had that one cataract-blue eye open while I worked and sang.  I wasn’t thinking this would be the last time would care for him.

When I came to work the next day (the day before yesterday)  there was a neat black line through his name on the census list.  I knew he was gone.  I sought out the nurse from day shift and asked if the family had been with him when he died.  No.  He died alone in his sleep.  I had to hide in the bathroom.  I couldn’t help but replay the conversation with his daughter. “We will call you”.  His belonging were still in the room.  No one came to collect them on my shift.

Today his things were gone.  No trace of him remained in the room he had occupied for the last month. I went on with my shift.  We were busy tonight.  Halfway through the night, the charge nurse opened the door to the kitchen where I was making tea for one of my clients.  She said there was someone here to see me.  I turned, confused, wondering who on earth would come see me at work.  My guys daughter was standing there with a huge smile on her face.  I walked through the door and put my arms around her.  She was glowing.  Like positively glowing.  Her eyes were clear and bright.  She looked like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders and she was radiant.  She told me that she had to come and see me.  She said that she wanted me to know how much it meant to her family to have me care for her dad.

I can’t tell you how that made me feel.  My heart swelled.  This is why I do what I do.  This is why I’ve been working so hard to become an RN.  Not for the kudos. Not for the recognition. I do it because I want to serve people.  I want to care for, to connect with, to comfort, and to heal people. I do it because sickness makes us feel vulnerable.  It’s scary when our bodies fail us. When our fates are in the hands of strangers.  When we are out of control.  If I can ease a fear, or just allow someone to be raw, then I am doing my hearts work. It’s not easy.  The work is hard on my body and my mind.  People yell at me. Family members lash out.  And lifting, rolling, dressing, undressing, massaging, combing, wiping, powdering, feeding…it’s hard on my back.  But I go home every night knowing that I’ve done something worthwhile.

I’m sitting here with a tasty IPA and a roll-your-own, exhausted from my night; From my week. I can’t shake the warm fuzzy from earlier. I’m not going to try.



Craigslist adventure part IV: I’m going to meet The Wife!

Oh my gosh I’m buzzing with excitement.  Patagonia just sent me his lady’s contact info and I sent her an introductory text and coffee/lunch invite!  He’s out of town for the weekend and this would be the perfect opportunity for her and I to get together. If she’s half as rad as he says she is, I’m stoked! I’m so nervous! What if she doesn’t like me? What if she karate chops me with her veto power?!  This has been such a wonderful adventure from the start.  I wasn’t expecting to find anyone worth meeting when I posted that ad. It’s Craigslist for goodness sake!  I never would have dreamt that I’d meet someone with whom I share such amazing chemistry.  And now, here I am meeting his wife! Squee! She texted me back! We might get together tonight!

What a crazy awesome day!

I cancelled my date with Irish this morning in favor of a long solo bike ride.  I needed to get out of the city and into the woods. Irish and I have been lovers for almost two years and have a really good relationship. We get together on a fairly regular basis for walks, coffee, and study sessions (we met in school). This would have been a coffee date on campus so not a big deal to postpone. Still, I’ve been missing him lately.  The last two real dates (scheduled sleep-overs) we’ve made fell through due to life intervening the way it sometimes does.   Oh well, it will happen when it happens. We are flexible and forgiving with each other and I love that about our connection. 

I also talked to The Counselor briefly today.  Just a quick check in.  The last date we had was the morning after the first super hot night with Patagonia and I really should have cancelled it because I was still glowing from someone else’s kisses.  When I’m with someone, I give them my undivided attention but this time I was definitely divided!  So, it turned out to be a super mellow coffee and cuddle session where I told him all about my craigslist adventure.  Anyway, today, when he asked me how it was going with “craigslist boy ;-)” I was filled with this amazing rush of wow, this non-monogamy thing is really effing awesome!  I mean, when it works, when everyone is honest, when everyone’s need are being met and we can just talk openly about our lives and “others”… its such a rush. I feel like a sexual anarchist!  Anyway, he and I are trying to find time to get together to play catch up sometime in the next couple weeks.  Scheduling is going to be tricky now that I’ve added Patagonia to the mix. My life feels full and wonderful right now.

round-robin erotica

Mr. CL contributed three erotic paragraphs to our sexy little yarn.  He sent them to me yesterday while I was at work.  I read the first line in the break room and immediately shoved my phone back into my pocket lest my co-workers read over my shoulder the cause of my blushing. Hot Damn, he can write! Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to contribute at all. I’ve never asked anyone to co-write erotica with me, and figured it may not be his cup-o-tea.  I LOVE being surprised!  After having read but a single line, I fell a little bit harder for my CL crush.

I didn’t read the rest until I was snuggled up in bed around midnight and it turned out to be well worth the wait.  I read it over and over again, savoring the details.  I closed my eyes and felt his words on my body.  Like the night we kissed in the cold, his words moved with mine and I was left wanting more.  I cannot wait until Wednesday.

And the little voice in my head whispers…Be careful!  You still haven’t met his wife! Things that are too good to be true…. Smart little voice.  Must set a date to meet his special lady!

Craigslist Adventures part III: A valentine fantasy for Mr. CL

Reader discretion is advised.  This post contains material not appropriate for some audiences

dirty thoughts              

This morning, Mr. CL texted me and apparently I’m not the only one who can’t stop replaying the events of the other night.  It really was hot.  Like, straight out of the movies, shit like this doesn’t happen in real life, hotness.  I told him that I’ve been thinking about it too, and that I’ve been fantasizing about scenarios inspired by that evening.  He of course said that he wants to hear all about them so that he can make it happen. I’ve never been shy to talk about my fantasies (ok, ok, so some of them NO ONE will ever hear), but I’ve never done so in such a public forum, so, in honor of V-day (which I just this morning realized it was), and inspired by a super sexually charged evening, here it is…a valentine fantasy for Mr. CL.

We meet in that sexy little restaurant with the french name and cozy up in a booth.  The lights are low for ambiance and a tea light flickers on the table.  My hand is resting on the inside of your thigh and my index finger traces tiny circles on your pants as I try to concentrate on the menu in front of me.  I already know what I want and it’s not served up in the kitchen.

Dinner is tasty. The drinks stiff. In lowered voices we whisper the things we can’t wait to to do to one another.  I lean over kiss your neck,  and play with your hair, because now I know how much you like it. I whisper in your ear that I want to straddle you right there in the booth.  I run my finger down the zipper of your jeans as I tell you how badly I need you to touch me. Your respond by squeezing my thigh and calling out to the waitress for the check.

The stairwell leaving the restaurant is empty, and I’ve barely stepped into it, the door having just closed behind us when I feel your hands close round my waist. From behind you press me against the wall and I feel the texture of the worn wallpaper against my cheek.  You stay there, pressed against me, your breath hot on my neck.  I cant help but rock my hips backwards into you.  You kiss my shoulder blade, my shoulder, my neck.  I feel your teeth touch my skin and a shiver courses through my body as my knees turn to jelly.  You press down and I submit. I am yours.  The door at the bottom of the stairs opens, laughter from the street float up to the landing.  You let me go.

We walk outside.  The temperature has dropped and the air shocks my lungs, but my body is on fire. We run to your car.  You haven’t managed to get the keys out of your pocket before we are kissing and our breaths create a cloud around our faces.

The drive is short and filled with anticipation. I whisper in your ear the ways in which I want to have you.  The ways I want to be had.

I can barely get my keys out of the door before your hands are on me again. I fumble with the broken zipper on your Patagonia jacket, kissing you, wanting you. I can feel you, see you straining against your jeans and I trace your girth and length with my fingers. Your slip a hand under my shirt, cup my small breast with its hard dark nipple.  I moan a little when you pinch it, gently twist, and tug on it. You lift my shirt and bring your mouth to my breast and lick, suck, nibble. Grabbing your hair I pull you back up to kiss me while I work at removing your shirt.  Skin to skin, our naked torsos touch for the first time….

I sent the fantasy via email and asked him to write the next paragraph.  I want to see if we can write something super hot together and reenact it later!  I’ll be sure to let you know how it works out!

Happy V-day people!