I love love LOVE Halloween. I love dressing up.
This year, I dressed up as the gold-painted girl from Goldfinger. Ok, so not everyone knew who I was supposed to be. Though I did notice that every middle-aged guy seemed to know immediately… hmmm…
Wish I could have gone in *just* the bikini bottoms. I do believe in authenticity… but I don’t think my employer would have approved.
So, whaddya think?
So yesterday, I found myself exceptionally horny. And I really wanted to do something slutty and trashy. So, I emailed my latest orgasm inducer and asked for a dare of some sort.
He gave me one and asked that I tell him about it afterwards. I did the dare and I wrote to him about it and he’s said it was ok to share. So, I will. 
Well, things didn’t go exactly as I’m guessing you imagined them. I made a few changes to your dare, myself, but only in keeping with the spirit of things. First, I didn’t take off my tights before I left my office. I did it in my car. It’s COLD out and my car is about a mile from my office!
Second, my getting turned on (and wet) depends much more on what’s going on in my head than touching does. I can become sopping wet just sitting still and having raunchy thoughts a lot faster than I can being fingered, fucked, licked, etc. if my mind is elsewhere. Oh, with the exception of my nipples — I could be thinking about something *completely* non-sexual and still get turned on if my nipples are stimulated! So, I was wearing a cardigan sweater with a stretchy camisole underneath. I hiked my skirt up. But, I also pulled my tits out of my camisole. I was wearing my puffy red jacket, but unzipped. As I drove, if someone really looked, they’d be able to see my bare breasts. Or me tweaking my nipples at every stop. And other times, too.
By the time I got home (about a 30 min. ride), I probably could have just rubbed my pussy once or twice and I would have had a powerful orgasm. But, I got out of my car and went inside.
I put my purse and coat on the chair inside the door like I always do. Shoes off by the door, like always, also. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took off my sweater, camisole, and bra. Then I remembered that you wanted pictures! By that time, my clit was aching. As I walked, I could feel the slipperiness between my pussy lips. I dared not touch and check how wet my panties were… oh, since you’re probably curious, they were black bikini style satin, with multi-colored hearts on them. I didn’t touch because I wouldn’t be able to stop and not just cum right then and there. So, I kept pinching my nipples, almost absentmindedly. I went into my bedroom, right next to the bathroom. And, wtf… my bedroom is a MESS! There was NO way I was going to find my camera in there! It wasn’t in the first place I looked and I just didn’t have the patience to look all over. Sorry, no pictures.
I went back into the bathroom and got into the tub. I started to crouch, then realized I was still wearing my skirt. Doh! Stood up. Off came the skirt; I threw it on the floor. I leaned back in the tub, sitting with my knees up and spread apart. I slipped a hand, my left, into my panties and lightly fingered my clit. My right hand was still alternating between my nipples, pinching and pulling and raking my nails over them. Let me tell you… it took a lot of self-control to not use my palm, hard, against my entire cleft… pressing and rubbing myself to climax.
I stopped, pushed up onto my heels into a crouching position. Did you know that it’s difficult to start peeing when your cunt is engorged with blood (i.e. all aroused)??? I found that instead of concentrating on it, I had to completely relax and think of other things. Then at first, it came slowly. Then at, well, normal speed. I felt it, hot, running down my thigh. I have no idea if you’ve seen a woman urinate or not. I think most or at least many women have seen a man do it, but not necessarily the other way around. It’s different. It doesn’t necessarily run straight away from one’s body in a stream. Sometimes it creeps along your skin before flowing off. So, I got a bit messy. When I finished, I just sat back again and *finally* used my palm. But, now I couldn’t quite cum. Argh!
“Water sports” just doesn’t turn me on. It’s not repulsive or turn me OFF. It’s just… well, it’s just pee. It’s like if I sneezed during sex. Kind of inconsequential. Telling you about it is infinitely more exciting than the act itself.
I ran the water and rinsed myself off. Our shower has a hand shower to it, so I took that down and used it. I dried myself. I went into my bedroom, climbed into bed, naked, under my covers and got my pillow between my thighs. I closed my eyes and remembered driving home, with my breasts almost, but not quite, visible to all… I humped. And came. And then I fell asleep!!
The end.
Like that wasn’t already obvious from the way I like to WRITE about my experiences.
Having my photos on AFF, *especially* the one in my photo albums, is such a huge turn-on. I mean, the thought of having erotic photos of me looked at was always a major fantasy of mine, but sometimes the fantasy is really all there is. The reality either doesn’t match up in excitement, or is even unpleasant in real life.
My biggest turn-ons are mental. Not tangible. I get turned on thinking about telling people about what turns me on. I masturbate thinking about a guy *telling* me what he’s going to do… as opposed to thinking about having things done to me or doing things myself.
When I first posted my profile on AFF — the one I have now, but also, actually, the one I had right before the current one — I got some emails from guys telling me that reading it got them hard. A few told me they jerked off while reading it.
Wow. MY fantasies were charged for weeks with those thoughts! Thoughts of thoughts. And now thinking that there are people seeing, and hopefully becoming aroused by, my recent “x-rated” pictures… every time I think of it I get hot and bothered. (Very inconvenient since my hips have a tendency to start rocking involuntarily when I’m getting horny!)
I’m reeeeeealy tempted to post more of those in my profile so that more people can see them. (Ok, well more paying members anyway. I know you can’t see them full-sized if you’re not a paying member. Too bad, cheapskates. If I can pay, so can you! 
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So, my questions. Two. First, is that just a really bad idea? To post them? Is it just asking for trouble? Second, for those of you who both read my blog AND are in my network and have seen the pics I’m talking about, which one/s should I post for all to see if I do decide to do so?
LOL. Thinking about what some people *might* think about IF they see them… I’m already turned on by that! 
I’m so odd. But, you know, in a good way. At least I keep *myself* entertained! 
I think I mentioned that the GB I was in was filmed. I just got to see the DVD today. I don’t think I’ve seen myself filmed since the films relatives took at holiday times when my cousins and I were little kids!
It’s weird.
My observations about myself:
I have a really girlish voice. It has a definite innocent girl quality to it. Who knew?
My tummy doesn’t look nearly as big as it seems to look to me when I look in the mirror. I’m thin and petite, though curvy, but I’m far from having a flat stomach. Anyway, nice to know it doesn’t stick out as much as I thought.
I’ve been told by guys that I have a nice butt. (And occassionally by women that I have a BIG butt!) One doesn’t really get to see one’s butt that much, you know! So. My ass. Is definitely round. And I can see why “ass guys” seem to be attracted to me. Which always bothers me, cuz I’d *really* like “tits guys” to be attracted to me since the best thing in the world is to have my nipples played with. 
Ah, I digress.
Wait — I have the DVD playing, actually, as I write this. I take back *some* of what I wrote about my tummy / belly / stomach. I may never have sex on my back with my legs thrown over a guys shoulders again. Yuck! Every other position ok, though.
Oh, and I remind me of someone. I mean, like some actress. I’ve been told that I resemble Bjork and Audrey Tautou. But I don’t think that’s who I remind *me* of. This is a *really* weird feeling to see myself and tape and think … oh *who* is that she reminds me of…? It’s that young and innocent thing again, though. SO weird.
I said before that I didn’t totally remember the temporal sequence of some things from the GB. And I was right. There are a few times where I distinctly remember something happening, but I had no idea they happened at the same time. Or not at the same time.
Ok, so this post is *really* self-absorbed, but I’m just so fascinated by this. I don’t feel like that’s what I look like or sound like. It’s like when I see myself in group photos with my friends and realize that I’m A LOT shorter than they are. I don’t feel shorter than them when we’re together, but I so obviously am! Even though people tell me all the time that I seem “younger” than my age AND that I’m “petite” I have a hard time seeing myself that way. But, now I can see it.
Weird wierd wierd.
In a good way.
I want to be fucked senseless. For so long and so hard that I can barely walk.
I want to be fucked until I absolutely can’t take any more. And then some more after that.
I want to have someone whose chest I can lay my head on.
I want to have someone to watch movies with.
I want to suck cock every day of my life and be fed cum like a daily medicine I need to live.
I want to be photographed fucking and sucking. I want there to be evidence that I’m a slut who can’t get enough sex.
I want to be missed when I go away on vacation.
I want to be called names — bitch, whore, cumslut, cunt — during sweaty sex, and then be told that I’m adored, appreciated, sweet, and pretty afterwards.
I want to be “forced” to be an exhibitionist and to wear slutty clothes out in public, while having someone with me who is turned on by the fact that HE gets to fuck me when we get home, but all the other guys are watching me.
I want to be wanted.
I want to be completely used sexually, taken advantage of completely.
And then I want to be held and taken care of.
And I want it all NOW.
And I don’t know what I want.
I am definitely an exhibitionist. But I’m a shy exhibitionist. 
Notice I don’t have anything clearly identifying who I am here.
I’m a verbal exhibitionist. I like doing things — sexual things — sometimes just so I can tell someone about it later on. Hence, this blog, I suppose.
I also get off on the idea of letting guys “accidentally” see me. Wherever I’ve lived, I always keep the curtains or blinds open in the room that I change in. Or, for the times when I lived along, I’d walk around the house nude and no windows would be covered.
I often don’t wear panties when I go out wearing a skirt. And then get on an escalator. I haven’t quite figured out how to flash my tits and my nipples without being totally obvious about it. I have been totally obvioius about it when I’m alone with a guy. Just flashed him. Even the guys who were “just friends” didn’t seem to mind. But, I’m not sure what to wear to do it subtly. Anyone reading this have any advice?
(I’m quite the optimist… I figure sooner or later someone will read this!)
