Ok, maybe not. Do so love Sara Bareilles though (lyrics from Vegas).

I’m off to NYC tomorrow to visit Jack! My first ever trip to the city. Takin the train there, so I don’t drive and get lost. Wonder what naughtiness I can get up to on the train….hmmmm….

I’m enamored with Central Park. Did you know there’s a “castle” in it? And that scenes in which the Count is in his tower on Sesame Street were shot there?? How neat is that?? Ahem. sorry.

Slow going with the W4W ad, but there’s a good possibility or two in there. We shall see. If only I lived closer to some of the women on my blogroll ;)

Oh, found out where X disappeared to…silly fuck got himself caught. I had an interesting (read: psychotic) IM exchange with his apparent fiancee. Whoooooo boy.

Rule 1. Get a secret email account. If not, delete everything immediately. This is not Mission Impossible, it will not self destruct.
Rule 2. If you get caught - warn the other person! Let them know “hey my SO found out about you, just in case you get any future weird emails or IM’s”. Had I known in advance more that it wasn’t X on the IM, but his nutter fiancee pretending to be him….I coulda covered for him. But alas….*shakes head* it wasn’t pretty.

Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if more people believed in a sexually open relationship. Perhaps the root of the world’s problems are sexual frustration cause they ain’t gettin no action from the spouse.

Just sayin…….. if I were a Miss America contestant (yes I know, utterly ridiculous) I’d wish for Sexual Freedom in Relationships. The pathway to Whirled Peas.

Despite the hotness of my morning tryst with X, I don’t think it’s going to work out with him. I put up another ad on Craigslist to find a new toy.
Results are much better this time around, and now I find myself with a few choices; more than 1 truly intrigues me and has the looks to follow through with the intrigue.

Hot Boy #1 actually responded to my post looking for the jogger, but he’s not the jogger. He is, however, a potential.
Hot Boy #2 has another side of intrigue to him, I may be meeting him for an innocent drink shortly. I’ve always wondered about pierced tongues…
Hot Boy #3…..his words don’t have the intrigue of the other two, his woo of me is something much more shallow…his body. But oh I would feel like I’m robbing the cradle…

X isn’t totally out of the running, but he’s not in first place.

I need someone local to satisfy the cravings brought about by my online boys who are too far away to do anything with. Ah yes, I need to introduce you to R……

Me: I’m a bratty sub
Me: i test limits
R: that’ll leave as soon as I punish your cunt by bringing you near orgasm a few times and denying you

soon…..

I made the…..mistake?…of wearing this particular shirt for two different encounters. M and X. Due to both encounters being of the “I need you now” variety and both in semi-public places, clothes couldn’t come off so they went in other directions.

And apparently, naturally, an already low-cut vneck top just asks to be pulled down and hooked underneath my breasts, putting them on display for all sorts of kissing….licking…sucking….pinching…biting…… (M actually left a few tiny bruises, but I asked for it)

After my tryst with X last week I’m at work that day in the same top, because when I saw him I was dressed for work. I have this habit, which is truly not intentional, of leaning forward a bit when I’m sitting at my desk reading things online and typing. I also noticed this occurrence when I stretched as well.

This is me in that slightly-leaning-forward position before I realized just how much cleavage (and bra!) was on display. Granted this bra (the recent HNT bra) comes up higher in the center but still…..!

Ooooopss………..unintentional exhibitionist….

I love this top and it goes great with my favorite skirt, so I hope that when I wash it next the stretched-out-neckline goes back into shape a bit.

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….