Shot through the heart, and your to blame, darlin’
You give love a bad name

An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love, got a hold on me
When passion’s a prison you can’t break free

Oh, you’re a loaded gun … yeah
Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No-one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart, and your to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name

You paint your smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boys dream, you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

Oh, you’re a loaded gun
Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No-one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart, and your to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love…..oh!

Oh!
Shot through the heart and your to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name

Shot through the heart and your to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love….
You give love a bad name
You give love….
You give love a bad name
You give love….
You give love a bad name

So I mentioned I was going to wear this fabulous bustier Eden Fantasy sent me to the Bon Jovi concert Monday night….

~CLICK~

This HNT sponsored by Eden Fantasys online retailers of lingerie and other sex toys

The full review will be posted over the weekend. Don’t forget to check back for it (and more pics!).

HappyHNT!!!

~ xo

Vixen

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A bit ago I mentioned the Lingerie Football League.  What started out as a pay-per-view half time show, has quickly formed into an entire league of ten teams that actually play full games.  Uniforms consist of helmets, shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, garters, bras and panties.

The founder of the LFL looks for three things when scouting women to join their teams-
*she must be beautiful (he explains that the girls must be marketable)
*in shape/athletic
*confident -to play in your underwear in front of millions, there’s got to be certain level of confidence, no?

I guess there has been quite a bit of criticism regarding the LFL and how it objectifies women, saying it’s

“disappointing that players have to put on revealing outfits in order to get recognized in the world of women’s football”

One player, a defensive end on team Bliss, was quoted disagreeing….

“I think it’s very empowering for women to be sexy AND tough!”
~Summer LaViolette

IDK.  I guess I can see why it might bother some people…  Kind of.  (But I’m guessing these are the same people protesting Cheerleaders too????)  If you’ve seen a LFL game, we’re not talking about ‘flag football’ here.  It’s full contact, tackle football…not glorified mud wrestling. 

But so that brings me to another interesting thought.  One of my readers emailed me a bit ago and presented me with this question:

Lingerie Football aside.  But ANY sport females participate in?  I believe there are plenty of woman’s sports that don’t objectify women.   But that’s not the question……  SO?

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Happy HUMP Day!!!

~ xo

Vixen

My sister and I are headed to see Bon Jovi in concert.  Squeeeee!!!!  I saw him quite a few years back (um…like 19 years ago *ahem*).  My friends and I, at that stage in my life, were very into hair bands/rock n roll, etc.  We were heavy concert go-ers. I can’t say I remember many of them, bc those were also my heavy drug and alcohol days (ok so I’ve remained a lush, but I bid farwell to the drugs with my twenties…).  I was reminicising with Yummy about how my friends and I used to sneak alcohol in to the concerts in hairspray bottles.  Gag, I know.  But you know fill it with Jack Daniels and all you have to do is buy yourself a Diet Coke and you are set!  These days I’m thinking my sister and I will suck it up and pay the $10 for a beer.  ~wink~

I’ve outgrown many of the hair bands and wince when I hear certain bands/songs.  But there are the ‘memory songs’ and Bon Jovi (Def Lepard very close behind…I mean who doesn’t love a song with lyrics like- Pour some sugar on me?!) has the most of them.  I still remember and love many of his songs.  We are stoked to spend some adult time together and will be rockin it, you can bet on it.

Oh.  And I wore my new corset from Eden Fantasy’s.  Something to look forward to….you know, being the picture whore I am and everything…..

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~xo

Vixen

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I’m *sigh* in my mid thirties. In less than three years I will be 40.  How in the HELL did I become OLD?!  Meaning…I remember when I thought 40 was so. old.  *LOL*

But honestly, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else then here.  My favorite part of where I am in life is that I am finally comfortable in my sexuality.  In who I am.  In what I want.  I don’t settle.  I don’t accept half assed or ‘kind of’.

For numerous years I was a follower.  I did what was asked of me.  What others wanted.  In the back of my mind I began forming an idea of what I wanted. But it’s only been in the last six years or so that I realized who that person was, that I thought about becoming, wishing I were…could actually exist.  AND was emerging.

I love knowing what I want.  I love being able to request and require that it be met.

Very empowering. 

“Just living is not enough” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.”
~Hans Christian Anderson

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~ xo

Vixen

Lexie: “For once in my life I’m doing something only for me.  This is about not feeling.  You make me not feel and if you can’t handle being used for sex then tell me so I can find a guy who can“

Alex: “I’m all about not feeling.  And I have a free twenty minutes…  You want to go have not feelings somewhere?”

~Grey’s Anatomy

There is a reason I date women.  Haven’t dated men (um, you know, until recently….  and PC not included, bc he breaks every man ‘rule’ I’ve ever known, lol).   I have recently RE-discovered all the reasons why I find females so much easier to date.  I KNOW how a girl thinks.  9.5 times out of 10 what she is thinking- I am thinking/have thought/felt.  I would do. I can *relate*. Men confuse the hell out of me!  I SUCK AT IT.  I suck at trying to figure out what they are thinking.  How much is too much?  How little is too little?!  Dewey wrote a post a bit ago and it really struck home and it’s what I have recently tried to keep forefront in my thoughts.  Call it “What would Dewey do….” if you will.  *LOL*

He talks a lot about NSA sex.  Hmm.  I have noticed I am not very good at this. I’d like to be.  If I weren’t left wondering so much.  I think too much.  I obsess.  I’m trying to work on that more.  But….hell, I’m a girl.  I’m not flippant about my feelings.

Damn how I wish I could be sometimes though…..

There should be an instruction manual for dating guys.  Maybe I need to invest in “Dating for Dummies”.  Hell, I can use all the help I can get!

(does practice make perfect?!?!)

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~ xo

Vixen

Friday Favorites-
I did end up having enough time to make rounds.  Two wow’ed me….

My Hot Raven…..

Roxy.….

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I’m free! I’m free!!!  I begrudgingly drug my feet regarding jury duty this past week..  Many of you heard me complain.  I know it’s my civic duty, I should feel honored to get to help out in our wonderful judicious process, blah, blah, blah….  Here was the MAIN issue.  I LIKE being home.  I am responsible for a farm full of animals.  I have a 5mo old puppy that is only partially housebroken bc she is always in my lap or tagging close beside as I do chores.  Which means when I’m gone, she’s NOT even partially so (bc she hides under the bed from PC…don’t even ask why *shaking head*  ALTHOUGH, I do think they bonded a bit with me gone).  I do NOT like being away from home.  I do not like not being able to keep up with my house.  Or with my animals.  Or seeing my kiddos.  And not being able to keep PC in his happy place when his day gets stressful.  It was just difficult being away from my home for twelve hours a day,  especially for four whole days……
 
So as it turned out, most civil cases last a day.  And are usually painfully dull.  They cover minute things like broken contracts, small law suits, etc.  The trial I served on was a carry over from a criminal case, where the mother of the plaintiff thought the defendant had only received a slap on the wrist and wanted justice to be served.  For the defendant to truly understand what he did was wrong. Think….OJ Simpson.  Family didn’t feel justice was served in his criminal trial so they brought him to trial for punitive damages.  Same deal here.

Let’s just say….teens, sexting and fathers with guns….not a good combo.

Bc of this the trial was very long.  I missed my family. I missed my home.  My family missed me.  My house missed me (as was evident by how trashed it became w/o my typical upkeep, lol).  I am behind on everything…..blech.  BUT that said.  While the super early mornings sucked (I didn’t love having to be up by 5:00am in the morning I am a NIGHT person, nooooooooooooot a morning person.  The last time I got up that early was to make our flight for Vegas.  Yeah…having to wake up for a VACATION is way more fun than having to get up to drive an hour away to the court house. Blech) and the long days exhausting….now that it’s all over and done with it was a very enlightening experience.  Very valuable I think.  Interesting also in that I was the youngest juror and definitely the most….open minded and open EYED to teens, sex and our society.  I felt for both sides, very unfortunate situation but did find myself feeling some compassion for the plaintiff most of all.  The other, older jurors, who I will classify as ‘naive’, we didn’t really see eye to eye.  The case was shocking, upsetting and outrageous we all agreed, but in different aspects and for different reasons.

As I said, positive experience to have had and walk away from.

On the plus side, the case gave gave me several different ideas for CQW!  AND the highlight of my mornings was Starbucks drive through.  (Oh!  They have a new drink… Dark Cherry Mocha….YUM-MY!  And I don’t even LIKE Chocolate!)

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Have a fabulous weekend!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

…or what’s waiting for us when we get there. But the one thing we can say for sure, with absolute certainty…….is there are moments that take us to another place. Moments of heaven on Earth. And maybe for now, that’s all we need to know.
~Grey’s Anatomy

~CLICK~

Tomorrow is maybe (hopefully, oh please please please) my last day of Jury Duty.  I’m having serious, SERIOUS withdrawals from PC, my family, animals, friends, RUNNING and internet.  *sigh*

HappyHNT!!!

~ xo

Vixen

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I’d have some cool kick ass job that I’ve always thought about and wanted to do…. Like finally learn how to Bartend and get a job in some awesome bar/club/place. The flirting. Night life. Fun clothes. People watching. Totally my kind of scene….that I’ve just never been able to bring myself to do. Being the introvert that I sometimes (most of the time) tend to be.

OOO!!!  Or a Coyote.  You know, if they hired old people.  ~wink~

You?

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News on the street is the case might be wrapped up by lunch tomorrow.  Which means us jury members should go into deliberation afterwards.  Keep your fingers crossed it’s an easy decision to come to.  This week has been painfully long and completely emotionally/physically exhausting.  Gah….

Happy HUMP Day!!!

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~ xo

Vixen

Jury’s In! I’m serving Jury Duty this week. A four day trial… *groan* I am soooo. totally. NOT. a morning person. Or someone who likes to be away from my home all day. every day.
So yeah. I’ll be mostly MIA this week.

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We’ve been talking a lot recently about how Vixen and I have opened Pandora’s box with the concept of cuckolding. Now, if you look up the term via Google, you’re gonna find that there are numerous aspects to it. We’ve really only scratched the surface.

This weekend took on a slightly different aspect as I got to drive my wife for her date night with what she is referring to as her new ‘tall glass of yummy’. It all sort of came together rather quickly. And frankly, a lot of what has transpired is a bit blurry.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, I was the one who found him for her. Let’s face it, shopping for people on Craigslist doesn’t have a good success rate. So what harm could it have done? That was my thought process at least. I had no idea that this guy would so quickly become Vixen’s new Beau.

Vixen’s edit:
Ok…lol.  So here’s MY side of things.  I had just spent the wkend with YM.  He lives in another state.  He leaves for Afghanistan in a month.  He knows how much fun I’ve had with YM.  PC really wanted me to have someone closer by.  That I could maybe see on a more regular basis.  He sent me numerous ads that day and ‘Tall Glass of Yummy’ (god, I have GOT to come up with another NN for him, lol….I have an idea but I need to think on it a bit more)…well, his JUMPED out at me.  It referenced my all time favorite commercial, seemed like it was meant to be….  *wicked grin*  I HAD to respond to him (his is the only one I had any desire to respond to).  And he turned out to be smart, witty and awesome.  …And he like, wrote words (can I tell you how many CL ads I’ve responded to- females, btw- that responded with these short, curt answers…WTF, YOU wrote the ad, HELLO!?).

Do you know what it’s like getting your wife ready for a hot date? I took her shopping the night before and helped pick out some really cute things for her. Okay, they weren’t so much cute as they were simply HOT!!! Even as she was getting ready, I found myself helping her with her hair, her shoes, ensuring things were just right.

Once she was all ready and really causing me to lust, we piled in the car as I started the hour long drive to where she was meeting Mr. Yummy. I’m not sure who was more nervous about the date. I wanted my baby to represent. But at the same time, I didn’t want things to go too well. You know what I mean.

Originally, the game plan consisted of me dropping her off in the parking garage so she could walk on over to the restaurant where they were meeting. She wanted to look rather independent. Then I would feed the kids, hang out for a while and wait for her call. That plan didn’t last very long. The final plan was to drop her off, and feed the kids. Then we’d head home and wait for her signal to go back and pick her up. Okay, so much for plans.

Vixen’s Edit:
Actually originally we discussed (read: I tried to talk him into coming with me) him coming along.  To check for chemistry, the CLICK I talk about needing.  But in the end he was feeling anxious about tagging along, he prefers to be an outsider.  And I was thinking the opportunity for flirting and really hitting things off would go better one on one (not that I mind or have ever held back with flirting in front of PC…but he can be a bit intimidating, lol).

Apparently, the chemistry between them was pretty good. I should have known what was happening when she texted me to put my new CB3000 chastity cage on. We’ve never played with anything like that before. And she thought it would be a nice, last minute reward for me. But she seemed skeptical that I could get it on without any help. Hah! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Vixen’s Edit:
Right.  I also dared him.  A- I NEVER dare him to do anything and B- PC can NEVER turn down a dare.  I know these things…  ~wink~

I let her know that I did as she asked. But I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. She texted me, “You are the best sissy!”.

The best sissy?! Was that what I was becoming to her? I didn’t know. And I don’t know that I really cared. All I knew was that she was with a real stud of a guy and yet she was super pleased with me.

The text messages began to drop off. She let me know that she’d see me in the morning and that she loved me. I must have been fairly aroused by the whole situation and by my new found title. Apparently, I busted my CB3000. That’s right. And it wasn’t from tampering. It was from… Do I really have to spell it out for ya? How’s that for appreciation?

The next morning I looked forward to picking her up and to hearing of how things went. If all went well, I knew she’d want me to take care of things. Not sure if her sissy term is the same as nanny. I suppose that’s sort of what I have been feeling like lately. But she sure does like to show me how much she appreciates my help and her freedom. I guess I can easily live with that. Some people wrestle with getting their identity. Not me. I finally feel as if I know my place.

~PC

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~xo

Vixen

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I’m not going to lie.  The last few months have been exhilarating.  I’ve become addicted to the thrill and excitement.  I’ve met some awesome guys. Most recently someone new (a local someone no less…think of the possibilites!) who makes the “Tall Glass of Yummy” from my birthday outing last fall pale in comparison (seriously….*swoon*).  And even made some great friends along the way.

This…what we are doing, PC and I.  Has stirred up many emotions and issues….or rather ‘topics of conversation’.  When PC moved here to be with me, when I was broken and in my downward spiral, it wasn’t easy.  It was HARD.  To pick up the various pieces, sift through the drama and make our lives together work.  But not in a ‘we can’t be together’ sort of way.  More in a ‘we need to work through this’.  

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Relationships, marriages…they take……require, work.  And if both parties aren’t working at it, it falters and fails. So we continue to work at ‘us’ and our communication.  But also continue opening what PC earlier called Pandora’s Box.  That I have found quite addicting.  And I think PC has as well. 

But at the end of the day, when you put all of that aside, the one I come home to.  Who my heart belongs to is PC.  He’s my happily ever after.  I would give it all up in a heartbeat if I had to choose.

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~ xo

Vixen