WWW = Warm Wanton Woman
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Posted:Jan 22, 2015 5:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2015 4:29 am
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DON'T be fooled by the sexless look of this picture. Whilst the marled sweater in this picture is not gender specific, you can rest assured that the woman in the sweater is definitely feminine. Her blood boils, her loins ache, and yes her hands are on her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and making her pussy juices rage.
SO, just as one should not judge a book by its cover, one should not judge a woman by the attire she must wear in public. Under wool and layers lies a wanton female. Hormones raging and waiting for a time when they will not need to be controlled
AND, I'm NAKED under all this bulky winter wear, just for YOU! What are WE going to do about it?
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Twin, Full, Double, Queen, King
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Posted:Jan 14, 2015 12:01 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2015 4:29 am
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Thirty five years ago, I was dating my husband. He had a small 3 room basement apartment in a four story walk-up in New York City. It was furnished with haphazzard pieces from his parents house and a masterpiece he constructed with friends to hold the loves of his life (at the time); a Marantz stereo receiver, Gerrard turntable, and the essential other pieces I have long forgotten.
Across the room from the stereo was his bed that he had lugged out of his parent's house and dragged into his first apartment. It was a fine bed, just the right firmness for our many escapades. And trust me, back then, there were many! But, it was a twin.
Yet, night after night, we made love in that twin and fell asleep snuggly for several hours. We never felt cramped. We never complained that the other had all the sheet or blanket. We didn't nudge each other to get an inch more space. We were happy to be entwined.
It's after 2:30 am and I am awake and not in my marital bed. I got up to use the bathroom and came back to bed to find it too occupied. My husband is asleep smack in the middle of the bed. He is facing in the direction that I should be, his arms stretched out across my pillow, his knees protruding into the space my hips should be.
So, I considered the space and decided to go around and sleep on his side, behind him. However, with his knees bent, his feet are taking up the space my legs would be. And this is now a king.
How did beds shrink so over the last thirty five years?
Is it time for us to consider changing from a king to individual twins?
Philosophically, I'm opposed to separate beds. I think it diminishes intimacy. However, I medically understand the need for a good night of sleep. And sitting here at 2:56 am composing this blog post may be therapeutic, but it isn't helping me get the rest I need to face my work day later on today.
I think I will go squeeze myself into the bed. I just need to select head or tail.
Good night moon, and all of the rest of you.
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Unrelated Vent
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Posted:Jan 12, 2015 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2015 2:46 am
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I was on a cruise a few weeks ago and I gave my cell number at one point. At the time, it caught me off guard, but I figured it was good they have the number in case something went wrong on the day of embarkation, or it something happened to my while she was away from me.
Anyway, I am now getting sales calls from them, and I mean several every day. Well, today the voice mail that was left said something different than the others I have been left.
Now, I realize that I have very limited practical IT knowledge, so my being surprised by what he said really shouldn't surprise me. He said that he was calling because they had seen that the vacation I was trying to plan hadn't been able to be finalized.
So, I realize that they are following my internet usage of their site. Okay, that is a given, even to a IT no brain like me. However, they have linked my internet account with them to the information I gave to the check in person on embarkation day. This does surprise me. And, I don't know if I like it.
All I want is memories like this
Not pestering phone calls. Even if it is better for them to strike while the iron is hot.
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Dominant or Submissive
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Posted:Jan 12, 2015 2:54 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2015 2:36 am
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I answered a question on someone elses blog today about dom or sub. And it got me to thinking further about my answer, which was that sometimes I am more one way than the other. And I thought about what determines the differences.
First off, I truly am more middle of the road, but waiver. I think that certain people bring out my more submissive side and I think that this side is where I have lived most comfortably for the past 35 years.
Of course, comfort is not the name of the sex game. And even with the partners that I have been most submissive with, there have been moments of swinging over to a dominant role. When I think about it, certain acts seem to bring it out. For example, while fellatio can seem to put the woman in a submissive role, if he tries to be more dominant, I will change my loving fellatio into a stronger, rougher version.
Thinking of this made me think, what then really is the meaning of dom and sub. Is it the ability to steer the sex, control its direction and general means? If so, then through my 35 years of sexual experience, I have in the most gentle way been the dominant one in my primary relationship.
A particular night comes to mind. He spanked my tush to a hot pink that lasted into the next morning. There was a nice bit of hair tugging and some good pulling my head closer during fellatio. When we fucked, it was a pounding like he'd never given me before. By all outside means, it appeared that he was the dominant one that evening. However, it was I that orchestrated it all. We had grown to know each other well enough to take nonverbal signals. He read my movements, sighs and moans.
As to what I like.................
I like sweet gentle love making.
I like to receive it hard and relentlessly.
Which is why we say, variety is the spice of life. It's all good, in its turn.
xoxox
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Bored
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Posted:Jan 9, 2015 7:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2015 1:34 pm
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Me, at my computer
Look at my lacy red bra
Look what is inside my lacy red bra
Hmm, my nipples give me so much pleasure
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Orgasm
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Posted:Jan 9, 2015 12:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2015 7:03 pm
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Last night I had a very scary orgasm. I felt as if I was having a stroke. Well, I don't actually know first hand what a stroke feels like, and may I never, but this was what I imagine one feels like.
As the pleasure intensified, I felt sensation channel to my pussy. I clamped down on him, as tightly as I could. The world went dark and I sang a high note. I held on as tight as I could as my body contracted and my pussy pulsated rapidly.
Oh my, my head ached and my body fell limp. I curled up and went off to sleep for several hours. He must have covered me, I don't remember. Last thought I had was, "this is an okay way to die."
I suppose the French use the term "petite mort" for good reason. The euphemism for orgasm is so appropriate. As I fell asleep, I thought I was floating off to Heaven.
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Split Second Fantasy
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Posted:Jan 8, 2015 5:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2015 1:15 pm
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I am here reading blogs and some emails from admirers tellling me what they'd love to do to me. One was particularly kinky and hot. I found myself having a split second visual fantasy.
I'm in the back seat of my car, my legs up over the front seat and in the metal mechanism of the headrest, so it is restraining my legs. My pussy is open between the two front seats.
I am being pleasured in all sorts of ways by two guys in the back seat. But the guy in the front seat is having no mercy on my pussy. He is filling it with toys and his cock. He is gently teasing and banging it relentlessly. When he stops, my pussy begs for more.
I'm fucking air, begging for some cock.
He watches as my labia pulsate and then open widely, crying for a cock to enter them. my juices ooze.
Suddenly, I recognize the kiss on my mouth, his mustache, his sweetness. My desire increases exponentially. I want him.
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Kiss Quotes
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Posted:Jan 3, 2015 4:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2015 7:17 pm
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“The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.”
― Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
“since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis”
― E.E. Cummings
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”
― Ingrid Bergman
Please share your quotes or thoughts on kissing.
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The Cruise
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Posted:Jan 2, 2015 8:32 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2015 4:50 am
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I took a 7 night cruise that really was a 2 month adventure. In late October I joined a cruise message board and began writing to a fellow cruiser. His interest and curiosity in me grew, as mine did in his. One morining in early November he mentioned that "I came across your blog (which I very much enjoyed and can relate to on many levels)"
Okay, which blog, as I have written different places over the years, was the first quesstion to come to mind. The second was, how much of this blog did he see. I did indeed turn out to be Lady J's Musings and he had gotten a fairly good look. The prospects for this cruise were suddenly getting wilder.
For the next two months we flirted and wrote to each other. We tried to set up an advance meeting, but life got in our way. We resigned ourselves to meeting on board and stealing away some time to Meet & Mingle.
On Sunday I was dropped at the terminal, a porter took my bag, and my husband and kissed me good-bye. I entered the terminal and breezed through the check-in process. As I was exiting check in, I noticed him on line waiting his turn to check in. There was a second of hesitation. He looked just slightly different than his photo. But, I quickly was certain it was him. However, I was being hurried by staff to exit the check in area. Introductions would need to wait.
A staff member told me the area to sit in and I complied. I'm a good girl like that. In short time some people stopped near my seat, to check their papers or something. I look up and catch his eye. It was one of those corny, but magically romantic moments that our hearts flutter for during movies. His eyes, I'll never forget his smiling eyes as he uttered my name for the first time. Smiling back, I shook my head yes, before he could ask if it was me.
Chance meeting two occurred in the main lobby area after the muster drill. Again, we were with our travel companions and couldn't be demonstrative. Just the normal chit chat about our cabins being nice and how we were going to brave the elements and view sail off from the upper deck. Sadly, they were going to view it from their own balcony. Which did sound like the most romantic spot, if I was there with him instead. However, that was by far impossible.
Our first night out at sea was rough, we encountered a storm, and by morning many people were seasick. This included my cabin mate, whom I had a difficult time rousing and motivating to get dressed. I should have let her sleep in hindsight. We went for a late breakfast before we were scheduled to meet people I had been message boarding with online (yep, he was one of them).
It was certainly nice to put faces to the names, but honestly, there were so many in a short period of time. I barely remembered who was who minutes after the event. What I do remember is his eyes smiling at me. And our first hug. I've met my share of guys from Swingers Couple and have learned that the first hug tells a lot. We can delude ourselves that size, shape, age, weight, etc.., don't matter, but they do. We all just have different ranges of acceptability. He fit nicely into my comfort zone.
I won't give you a blow by blow of every second of the cruise, after all, I am not a novelist. I will tell you that we went to a play, gambled at the slots, had dinner, and listened to music in a bar together. However, all of this was with our cabin mates in tow.
The only time we managed to steal away was a walk on deck one evening, and reciprocal visits to each others cabins that produced passionate kissing, lust, and longing to fuck; but frustration as we were interrupted by what sounded like the cabin door being opened by the returning cabin mate (however, it turned out to be the door to the adjoining cabin). So, no, we didn't consumate our friendship.
Oh, how I want to. Kissing him was wonderful, feeling his manhood grow in his pants was beyond arousing. In my cabin, as he kissed me, despite my fears that my cabin mate would return unexpectedly, I wanted him and fell back onto my bed, desiring nothing more than his cock thrusting into me.
Cruise over, back to life. What happens next? Time will tell. We have cars, there is the train, and there are all sorts of great places in between.
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To You,
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Posted:Dec 31, 2014 11:24 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2015 4:59 am
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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Lovely Thoughts on a Lovely Day
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Posted:Dec 31, 2014 7:03 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2014 11:16 am
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Good morning!
It's a lazy sort of day. Half Naked Wednesday, if I cared to play. But, sometimes you don't feel like sharing your body indiscrimately. You want to feel the strong hands of a virile man.
I've been sitting here in my soft spa robe (so much plush than those we had on the ship) and dreaming of him lifting it away from my shoulders and bending in to nibble on my neck.
I fall backwards onto my bed. He quickly drops his pants. He lifts my legs, spreads them and thrusts his manhood into me.
So long awaited...................
Or, was it all a dream.....................?
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My Christmas Tree
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Posted:Dec 30, 2014 8:44 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2014 2:18 am
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HOW?
Because I .
WHY?
Because he & I.
WHY?
Because it was easy.
WHY?
Because it was just too easy.
WHY?
Because it was just too easy not to.
WHY?
Because J, you wanted it just as much.
@!@
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Segway and Segue
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Posted:Dec 29, 2014 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2015 8:57 am
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Segue, a noun, the act of changing from one state or situation to another. It can also be used as a verb, in which case it means to proceed without interruption; in music or talk. Segway, (trademark) a self-balancing personal transportation device with two wheels; can operate in any level pedestrian environment.
I happen to like the word segue, I use it more often than other people seem to do. In my writing, I have been asked what the word is and when I explain, I am often told that I spelt it wrong, that it should be Segway. And at this point my friends, I will segue into the story of my friend on a Segway. [I’ve never managed to use both words in one sentence; lexical arousal.]
On a recent cruise to the Bahamas [the same cruise I’ll be speaking of for months], my new friend [hopefully, you’ll be hearing me speak of him from time to time in the future] took an excursion on a Segway. It was a beautiful 80 degree day in Nassau, with sunny skies. The streets were abnormally empty and quiet as it was Christmas Day. My friend had gotten the knack of driving the Segway and was driving mindlessly and enjoying the scenery, when all of a sudden he realized he felt a rather pleasurable sensation in his pants.
His shaft was leaning against the drive shaft of the Segway. “OOOOO”, there is more lexical arousal as I segue into an erotic story from a ho hum [or should I say Ho Ho Ho hum, since it was Christmas Day] story? As he leaned into the shaft it further pleasured him, and he got harder and harder, as his shaft grew.
Now, Lady J would have loved to help her friend take care of the situation, however that didn’t come to fruition. But dear friends, you’ll be reading more about our attempts.
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