Legs.... and Ink - HNT

A week goes fast. Month's go fast. I need to get better at this updating thing. So many things to say but I never can seem to get it quite right any more.

So these are my legs on which you can see my newest ink. Which a bit blurry, three guesses as to what I have permanently etched on my skin?

*Sneeze* and a HNT

Man, its dusty around here. I have two new tattoo's and a scar from a nasty burn. I got in a fight with a kitchen appliance. It won. I survived.

My love life had a bit of a dry spell, and then I met a man who changed that. and more.

Stories about him, me, and more to follow.

Happy Half Naked Thursday.

Self Defense

I wield my fingernails as lovely weapons. I carve artwork into my lovers skin. I use my hands, my fingers, my nails to walk that fine line between pain and pleasure, tickling and caressing. A word to the wise If we are wrestling it is in your best interest to pin my arms fast because I am armed and not afraid to use them. It will not matter if you are stronger if my hands are free I am quick and devious and ruthless, and driven to win.

Touch me

I am a sensation junky.

I love hot and cold, smooth and rough, pleasure and pain.

I love the highs and I hate the lows, but I am passionate about the difference.

I can’t have one without the other.

I get tired of stillness, I get tired of motion.

I need variety.

I need sensation.

The good and The bad.

I need to know I am alive and that my blood still pumps tirelessly through my veins.

Sometimes I wish I could see it moving. To know that even my insides are never at rest.

Naked

I like mind games. I like when I’m naked and you are not. I like how it makes me feel vulnerable and sensitive and bare and a little embarrassed. I like that you think you are in charge when this happens, when you tell me to strip for you. When you place us on this uneven playing field. but I know when I’m naked in front of you, that you want me. I know this game we play teases us both. I like that when I’m naked and your not, my energy is fueling the sexually charged air. I like the distinct visibility of that power exchange. I like the anticipation of your clothes coming off, your skin against mine. The feel of your cock settling against me for that first moment that delicious anticipation.

Surprises

I recently had the experience of having the bottom of my feet flogged while they were tied to the bed post. Since I was on my tummy and my hands were cuffed to the headboard. I didn’t anticipate this turn of events. I didn’t even consider it as a possibility in my high endorphinated state because well, I’m incredibly ticklish and not in a fun way. I have a very low tickle tolerance. So I have a pretty firm agreement with my lover that the feet are off limits.

So suddenly bam my feet are on the receiving end of the flogger and in my head all I can think is AHHHHHH! FEET! Poor defenseless Feet! And then I realized it felt not bad. It didn’t tickle. It didn’t sting. It felt like a deep tissue massage. Strange and disconcerting but also thud-y and nice.

You learn something new everyday.

What do you make of it?

Life is what you make of it.
Right?
What about Sex?
Is Sex what you make of it?
And orgasms….
Are orgasms what you make of it?
For instance if I decided I wanted to have an earth shattering one right now?
Lets lest this theory…..
Hmm…. Mmmmm…….