Mar 112009
 

So you know how, for those of you who have a site tracker sort of thing, it can be really amusing and informative to see where people are coming from and how they got to you?

Sometimes…….not so much. Suddenly there were all these hits from a forum thread somewhere, to an HNT from a few months ago. What I read there about myself was hurtful to me. Sure, they don’t know me from the slut next door and they’re being judgmental and petty and all sorts of things. Sure, I shouldn’t take to heart what they might say about how I look. But I am a lot more thin-skinned than I’d like to be sometimes and it really pierced me. As my chest clutched in anxiety and hurt, watching the hits roll in, the absolutely wonderful husband of Coy Pink, Alec, whipped up a bit of code to redirect the gawkers from there to elsewhere. I don’t want reassurances that they’re assholes and I shouldn’t listen – to be frank the words were unkind in their delivery but they did speak the truth. I have already heard the dismissive reassurances from the friends I told this to but it doesn’t quite erase it.

I’m tapped out creatively right now with photos. I’m fed up with my own harsh self-criticism of said photos. Until I can think up something better than Angle 28 of My Big Tits, I’m done with HNT for the near future. I also prefer the sincere praise of my erotica, or the helpful/thoughtful/warm comments on my other writings to the once-weekly ogling of my exposed naughty bits. Sure I’ll still put up a photo here and there, but not like clockwork, not for HNT. Not now.

So instead, tell me, do you like my new site design? With the help of the ever-wonderful Alec in nudging the code bits around when I threw up my hands, the beautiful vector brushes from this talented girl, and the critical (not in the bad way, in the “darken that, lighten that, it’ll flow/pop better”) commentary from others with a great design eye like Naughty Secretary and my partner and others – I used the barebones template of this theme (despite its broken footer.php file) but obviously I totally did my own graphics. I just don’t know enough yet to write my own code. But the design idea and the Photoshop work is mine. It took me about 2 weeks to go from start to completion with both the graphics and the code tweaks (mainly because I tried my hardest to do as much code myself as I could, even though it undoubtedly took me 10 times longer than it would have taken Alec to do the same thing).


Oh and here’s your obligatory tit flashing :)

Same parking lot as the last time, more boldness. Same time of day. If there were any workers of the factory just below this lot in their parking lot, looking up in my direction, they couldn’t have missed this! lol


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Feb 182009
 

It’s been a while since I posted an exhibitionist sort of photo. I plan to start remedying that.

On the last day with my old Razr phone, some photos were taken. R had requested ahead of time that I be sure it was charged, he was going to ask for some photos throughout the day, a proper send-off for the phone that served me well.

As I sat there in my car in my lot that morning I noticed how and where the sun was hitting me. I knew that with the sunlight hitting me so brightly that my semi-sheer bra would be more pronounced. So I set about snapping a photo or two of my sweater yanked down to expose my tits in my red bra. I also then angled it so that it could be seen where I was and that it was a bit risky.

I did not expect to look at the photo once taken and see a person in it.

Did she see me? I really don’t know. She walked behind my car but who knows really.

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The black car to the very left of the frame is one thats parked next to me. The bus you see going by is on the street my lot is off of. And there in between the bus and the car is the aforementioned lady.

{Edit to say outright that this isn’t for HNT, I’m not participating this week…perhaps next week, we’ll see, I’m burnt out on it all…}

Jul 042008
 

I have a new potential partner-in-crime….as his situation is a bit delicate, I won’t use his real initial, but merely X. X is not single and really shouldn’t be playing with me, but he likes to play with fire. This delicate balance of fire and reality will be leading us to some rather interesting hook-ups, I’m sure.

The other day was a hell of a way to start things off. Mornings before work are easiest for him and we found a location that seemed foolproof. A very large office building that’s unoccupied, and has a very large parking lot. It’s near some retail places but at 7:30 in the morning it doesn’t affect us.

I show up dressed for work, in a low-cut v-neck top and a full soft knee-length skirt (no panties, of course). Within minutes we are locked in a heated kiss, him pressing into me with my back against his car. We are quickly lost in the kiss and each others’ touches as his hands slide over me in all the right ways. His hands in my hair, pulling firmly, with his lips trailing kisses down my neck and finally cleavage. It wasn’t enough. He unhooked my bra and pushed up both bra and shirt so that both breasts were on display for him to touch, kiss, suck. His teasing fingers trailed along my inner thighs before finally plunging into wet cunt.

While my hand was busy on his thick cock, he bent down to suck and kiss my nipple. There I am, pressed up against his car – my breasts exposed and his mouth on one; my head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, I’m sure I was moaning; his hand had my skirt pushed up and his fingers buried in me; my hand was stroking his cock. I slowly open my eyes during this and over his head I see someone jogging. Just a guy out for his morning jog. Lucky guy got quite an eyeful – he could see everything. I waved a little and he just grinned at me. I told X “There’s someone here, a jogger”. Wow that boy shot straight up! He didn’t look around, but he stopped what he was doing. Poor thing was so embarassed. I don’t know why, it wasn’t his parts on display!

It took a minute for the jogger to go past us entirely. The moment he was (past us but not out of sight) I snapped X out of it by crouching down to take his cock in my mouth.

We didn’t have much time that morning for complete fun, but we both came from each others hand.

It is still my natural gut reaction when caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing, to immediately stop and cover it up. It’s not like the guy was a cop there to give us a warning or fine for indecent exposure ;) I need to learn to quell my natural reaction – I think I would have gotten off more, and I know the jogger would have enjoyed it, if I simply hadn’t said anything to X. As the day wore on I found myself wondering how often that jogger is there at that time of day. If he’s the only one we might see. And, if Jogger might be looking for us the next time he crests that hill, hoping to steal a few moments of spying before he lets himself be seen. Perhaps that is all wishful thinking on my part.

Or perhaps the next time he catches us, we won’t notice until it’s obviously too late to care, with my bare ass exposed and X fucking me doggy style out in the open. As I write this, and imagine possibilities while recalling the realities that occurred, my cunt is throbbing and wet….