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He stood before me in a towel, freshly showered.  Hair still wet.  And brought his lips to mine, putting his hand behind my head, pulling me in closer, kissing me intensely.

Our lips didn’t part as he slid me onto my back, until he pulled away to slide up my shirt.  The towel fell to the floor.  Softly kissing my stomach.    My shorts were off.  No panties.  He began kissing my inner thigh.  Tongue tracing the curve of my hip bone.  Putting his mouth so close….but not there. I could feel his breathe.  His breathing.

His hands were under my hips, pulling me to him.  My back arched.  Feeling his mouth first.  Then fingers sliding inside me.  Working together.

Gasping.  Breath catching.  Such intense…pleasure.

Fabulous beginning to a Saturday morning…..

******

TFT is up!

Again, just to ‘clarify’ the specifications for contributing to TFT. ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hell, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.

I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!

*****

Have a fabulous Tuesday!

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~ xo

Vixen

Monday…..in bullets (again)

*Sleep over with the cousins at our house, then hit the pool on opening day.  Which turned out to be in the 90′s.  *PERFECT*

*Got into a pissing match with some punk ass 12yro kid who kept insisting I was ‘cutting into line’ at the concession stand at the pool.  ….Listen punk, I’m paying for these 4 kids snacks that have clearly been standing in line IN FRONT OF YOU for fucking 10minutes.  Seriously?!  This is how you talk to an adult.  Wanted to bitch slap that kid. …..I’m all mature like that. *snort*

*Had an entire weekend without kiddos when they decided to stay at their cousins several nights in a row .  Leaving us a chance to have some adult fun.

*Enjoyed outdoor patio drinks with awesome girlie friends (PC included, he is after all an honorary girl) on Friday.  Drinks meaning beers that turned into rounds (yes plural) of Patron shots one beer in.  And an entire night of conversation revolving around sex.  Oh.  And a completely goofy conversation where SHE kept insisting she didn’t think she was my type.  ….Hon, you are hotter than hell.  I’m pretty sure that is quite my type.  HELLO!

PC’s such a sport, at one point he was even picking up guys for one of the girls at our table.  Ha!  Not that we probably needed much help.  Three overtly flirtatious party girls at that bar….trouble.  Just sayin….

*Woke up with a bruise ‘the size of Canada’ on my ass cheeks (as I told my FB friends) Saturday morning.  After an hour of being completely stumped as to where the hell it could have come from, it occurred to me….  The patio chairs from the bar the night before!  DOH!  I was wearing a little sundress and despite the alcohol had become increasingly more aware that my bony ass was sore from sitting on these metal, waffle cut out chairs.  Which is when we began mingling more I believe. It involved less sitting.  *ouch*

*Mid day beers and appetizers at Rock Bottom.  Btw…their spinach and cheese dip is *TDF*.

*Went to see Robin Hood. If you can withstand 30min of set up *yawn* you’re good to go. Movie gets better and worthwhile seeing.

*Weird dining experience at our favorite sushi restaurant.  Um…okay…..   But Plum Wine and Sushi- YUM!

*Finally, FINALLY watched Dear John three times.  Love, love LOVED the book…but the movie?  You will not catch me kicking Channing Tatum or Amanda Seyfried out my bed.  JUST. SAYIN!  *swoon*

*Had to cancel a pool date.  Boo!  90 one day, less than 50 the next.  *shaking head*

*Experienced mini panic attacks combined with insomnia through out the weekend.  Not a good combination.  Feeling…completely overwhelmed.

*Long talk with PC, change of plans in upcoming weeks.  Better game plan….  I think.  *deep breaths* It’s going to be ok.  Things are ok.

*****

It’s Memorial Day.  Take a moment to remember what this day means.  It’s more than just an extra day off of school/work for family picnics……  I’ve been thinking about my young Marine friend recently.  We chat every so often.  Me and my ‘not sleeping habits’ means he is able to catch me at random times.  The time difference is crazy in Afghanistan.  He drifts between utter depression and complete euphoria.  Which is completely understandable but at the same time difficult for me to grasp…  While his friends at home are bitching about complete randomness, like school being ‘hard’.  Meanwhile a kid he knew was blown up 15′ from him.  *shaking head* I honestly, can’t fathom.  So I guess on a day like Memorial Day, you give thanks and special appreciation.  To the ones you love, as well a those you don’t who have and/or will risk their lives.

*****

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~ xo

Vixen

Kicking it with Roxy…..

Oh. And yes. That is snowboard gear. ~grins~

~ xo

Vixen

photo courtesy of Lila

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12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What’s Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple’s Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
Ssssh…
The Taskmaster’s Whip

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist…
Mother’s Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America

Erotic Writing

26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up – The Party ….part 2
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Dhanurasana
Flesh for Fantasy
Filled
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I’ll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
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Friday Favorites-

Cheeky Minx…Love Hate Sex Cake…..

Topaz…Gemology…..

Roxy…Westcoast Weirdo…..

Ms. Scarlett…Ms. Scarlett’s Letter’s…..

*Remember to click on the links and hit these girls up*
Thumbnails are only meant to serve as teasers!

*****

On the Banana Rum.  Amazed at how many people either hadn’t heard of it or flat out despised it. Really?!  I’m a HUGE fan of the stuff.  Rum in general, not so much. I’m that lush person that has over-indulged in quite a few liquors over the years to the point that the thought of most of them make me want to puke.  Rum is one of them.  Used to live on the stuff.  Do you have any idea how many different flavors of rum there are?!  Malibu, Vanilla, Spiced, Coconut, Banana….  My favorite of them all that I can still occasionally enjoy- Banana.  If I were to choose a simple pool side drink to be brought by a hot waitress, it would be Banana Rum with Diet Coke.  Mmmm….  It’s pretty much what I lived off of while in Jamaica (bc their already warm-ish beer, drank while sitting in the heat is *pukey*, take my word for it), both times.  YUM.

*****

Thursday was LM’s birthday.  He turned seven.  SEVEN.  Which is like….crazy to me that my youngest is now seven years old….  I jumped through hoops for this kid… medical, life changing ones.  Two devastating miscarriages, three plus months of bedrest, emergency induction at 34weeks, beyond high maintenance- cried unless he was held all. the.time, ruined marriage….  Funny (not in a haha way, but in an ironic one) that the one thing that made my life complete and finally drew me out of the deep depression I had fallen in for over a year… that ultimately ruined my marriage was this child.  BUT I wouldn’t change a moment or choice I made.  It all happened for a reason.  And this reason is him.

*****

Crickets chirping.  Lilacs blooming.  Warm summer nights.  I’m in heaven.  I live for this time of year.  And summer is officially here, I say, despite the crazy ass weather.  Pool is open, Elitches as well, passes to both bought….road trip in just over a week.  Another less than two weeks later.  Summer break has only just began and I feel as if we’ve planned it away.  But with the way the kiddos have been at each others throats this last week, that may not be a bad thing.  A busy, entertained child is one less likely to be driving me to drink.  Oh, shut up, like I need an excuse to drink.  ~wink~

It’s Friday people.  Party like rockstars!

~ xo

Vixen

The perfect summertime cocktail. Wait.  Did you think I was talking about something else?  *smirk* Not normally a huge fan of Martini’s. But every so often I come across one I like quite a bit…..

BIKINI TINI:
cruzan banana rum, malibu pineapple rum, pineapple juice, dekuyper pomegranate

Enjoyed shaken…  Not stirred.  ~wink~

HappyHNT!!!

~ xo

Vixen

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How important is the past when you enter a new relationship?  Do you believe in full disclosure?  Partial Disclosure?  What IS important information to disclose?  What is completely unimportant?  Is it ok for couples to keep ‘big’ secrets  from each other? Like credit-card debt, plastic surgery, criminal records????  What about reasoning behind a break up of a past relationship?  I mentioned in last weeks post that some people believe this can cause greater issues.  That it’s not only unnecessary but not wise to discuss each others pasts, most specifically past relationships. 

I came across this:

I’ve often said… and I still believe… that a relationship is not a
deposition. Not only are you not required to answer every question
truthfully, no relationship could long survive the kind of “full
disclosure” reveal-a-thon that so many backers of “honesty” seem to
support. All healthy, lasting, long-term relationship are built on a
foundation of lies—from the outset. When you first meet someone you
don’t present your honest & true self to them, warts and all, so
that they can make an informed choice about dating you. Nope, you
present the best possible version of yourself, a sort of Potemkin
boyfriend/girlfriend  ~Found HERE

Ok, whoa whoa… What?! A foundation of lies?!  Would I enter a relationship and never want to ask questions and have answers regarding someone’s past- NO.  I am of the mind frame that people should be honest with each other (saving feelings in certain situations is ok, kwim?), especially in a relationship.  It’s a well known fact that this is how PC and I operate in our marriage AND is most likely a key ingredient in the ‘glue’ that holds it together.

Do I think every relationship *must* have full disclosure?  No…..not neccessarily.  But knowing about past relationships, why/how they broke up, details of your life and PAST…to me, seem pretty important!  Obviously, I am quite honest, it’s how I like to be. I’m not a secretive person, it’s not who I am.  I’m not GOOD at it, lol.  Hell, I’m the person that is probably going to tell you waaaaay more than you want to know about me. (Seriously…)

Your thoughts?

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~ xo

Vixen

I used to hit a club that had THE. BEST. dark hallway leading to the restrooms, he fucked me against a wall in the dress I was wearing.  Insanely hot.

I made this statement on a TMI question awhile back (remember when I used to play TMI?  Apparently this is ‘bring back the memes’ week *lol*).  Sorta figured I’d elaborate on it.  Because it was high on my list of ‘most memorables’.  (I’ll leave you guessing of the five men I’ve been with who it was with…..)

(vi.sualize.us)

We were at a night club we hit every Friday night I could get away.  We’d been drinking Vodka Collins all night.  Feeling drunk and….loose.  Dancing, became more adventurous, especially where our hands and mouths were concerned.

I had to use the restroom.  My girlfriend and I told the boys we’d be back and left.  The restrooms were down a long dark hallway.  Even in the hallway it was too loud to hear each other speak to each other, except if we put our lips very close to each others ears.  When we got back I leaned into his ear.  “I want you to fuck me”.  He pulled back to look at me, amused, but also questioning….

I grabbed his hand, leading him towards the direction I had just come from.  Back to the darkened, small hallway.  Halfway down the hallway I pushed him against the wall, kissing him.  Hard.  I could taste the alcohol on his lips.  Intoxicating.  Arousing.  Pushing my body against him.  I moved my mouth back up to his ear and whispered “Fuck me….  Here.” With out hesitation I moved my hand down to his belt and began loosening it, along with the button and zipper.  My hand moving down the front of his jeans.  My body still pushed tightly against his.  Feelin his composure stiffen slightly, I pressed my mouth back against his.  Both our breathing becoming faster.

It was then he lost all inhibition.  In one movement he turned us so that my back was against the wall and he was the one pressed against me. He grabbed my thigh with his one hand, lifting my leg so that my knee was almost to his waist.  His other hand cupping my ass.  I had already removed my panties, earlier. In the restroom.  With one movement he thrust and was inside me.  Thrusting again.  I gasped, his mouth moved along my neck and near my ear.  Breathlessly he whispers in my ear…  “Like this?”

(vi.sualize.us)

“Yes” I attempt to say but it barely comes out, inaudibly, because my breath keeps catching.  His thrusts are hard.  Deep.  Satisfying.  My arms around his neck, his lips now against mine again, pressing hard.

A group of girls turn the corner, entering the dark hallway.  Quickly we both right ourselves.  Me pulling my dress down over my hips, wiping my lips.  He pulls his dress shirt down over his unbuttoned jeans.  Leaning into me, one arm propping him up against the wall above me.  We stare wickedly at each other as the girls pass, both of us grinning. Knowingly.  After they pass I lean in and kiss his lips, abruptly turning to walk down the dark hallway into the loud music and lights.  Off to find our friends again.

******

TFT is up!

Again, just to ‘clarify’ the specifications for contributing to TFT. ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hell, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.

I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!

*****

Have a fabulous Tuesday!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

So. Remember when I used to play Mute Monday (before I got too busy to play and then Troll discontinued it)? That cool photo meme on Mondays, where you had to come up with pictures to match the assigned theme for that week? Well. Pretend we are doing that. Bc it’s late, been a long day, my thoughts are discombobulated and this is the best way I can think of to give you any sort of post/recap of my weekend. So let’s pretend and play along. Ok? Ok…..

Headed downtown Friday afternoon to meet up with Yummy.  Traffic suuuuuuuuuuuuuucked ass.  Huge reason why I love living in the country, city life is fun to visit but definitely not for me full time.  But honestly, once you get past the traffic and to your destination- fun is always found.

Brought along essentials…..

and *of course*

Barely made it into the room before…..
(sex in a dress, panties pushed aside…HOT…..)

(vi.sualize.us)

Fixed ourselves up to head out for a night on the town…..

Dinner was a must. We both agreed food before partying would be a good thing.  Conversation.  Food.  Flirting.  Drinking.  Good times.  Off we go.
Where we consumed plenty of alcohol.

Him

Me

With more flirting.
And oh yeah, lots of this…..

And some of this…..

Which…resulted in this:

(him.  not me.  Who knew I was *that* intoxicating, haha.  I’m his nemesis/kryptonite when it comes to drinking I swear.  DOH)

So between *nodding up above* that the morning was spent like this…..

(vi.sualize.us)

Oh.  And.  Just sayin…..

Parted ways mid/late afternoon.  Poor guy was in rough shape.  ((((Yummy))))

*THANKFULLY* the 7 dogs left alone at home were complete angels.  Well. Ok except for Phoebe (who is never, ever, EVER left alone…and ate a power cord.  Fuck…..)

PC and LM got home from his Jitz tournament. (he rocked it….go him! *grins proudly*) (LM was freakin *AWESOME*….go him! *grins proudly*)

Hmm…what sounds good for dinner.  Oh!  Mexican food!  What’s close?  On The Border!!!  But the very bestest part about the meal (I mean, besides our super hot, flirty waitress) were the Watermelon Margaritas.  I didn’t even have intentions of having anything…but hell, how can you pass up WATERMELON MARGARITAS?!?!  Uh, apparently not me. I had two.  *ahem*

Got home.  Put kiddo to bed (LP was still with her Nana Nan). Remembered Ginny, the Guinea, was hunkering outside the chicken coop.  She’d flown out the night before when she was spooked.  This is the ugliest bird you have ever seen.  These birds have been a thorn in my side since day one.  I have NO idea who’s brilliant idea it was to get them (uh…mine, shut up!) but my guilt got the best of me and I couldn’t leave her out of the coop another night.  So at 11:00 at night I’m out trying to wrangle her around the fence back into the coop.  Half an hour later- mission accomplished.  Stupid bird.

Sunday we attended my middle sisters graduation party.  She recently graduated from college with her teaching degree and is now off to spend 27 months in Honduras with the Peace Corps.  Impressive dedication.  Interesting having my entire family together.  Especially considering current dynamics.  Doesn’t happen very often. As in…hadn’t seen my one aunt and grandmother in over 10 years.  Uh, yeah……  Everyone was cordial.  Awesome weather.  Cousins entertained each other and we all made fakey fakey nice.  *shrug*

As I just mentioned- the weather the last few days has been awwwwwweeeeeesssssssooooooommmeee.  FINALLY!!!!  Very enjoyable.

Afterwards it was decided B & B would be perfect for dinner.  You know….Beer and Boobs…  AKA: Hooters.  ~wink~

So there you have it.

Happy Monday.  *yawn*

~ xo

Vixen

Yeah…nothing like taking a week to pull a recap together.  Gah.  In all fairness, there are always something like close to 200 pictures to sort through. Plus last week was kinda sucky for me, so….. Hey, the important thing is you got pictures to look at, right?

So.  The plan had been to fly out to Arizona and spend the wkend with Roxy and friends.  But then their poor little furbaby broke his elbow and they decided to ditch the Az trip.  Instead I flew in to spend the wkend at their house.  Poolside, drinking, friends…..Arizona, California….it’s all good.  Hehe


Friday-

Had to leave for the airport at like 4am Friday morning.  *YAWN*  I half debated not even going to sleep but managed to force an hour ‘nap’ in.  Starbucks on the way to the airport helped tremendously (caught them right when they opened- THANK GOD!!!).  Had THE chattiest kid sit next to me on my first leg of the trip.  And it wasn’t just him talking AT me.  He wanted to converse.  Where am I going?  What am I doing there? Do I ski?  Like seriously dude.  I’ve had a nap and a cup of coffee…I’m so totally not a morning person.  It’s a miracle I was half functioning at 6am with the amount (or lack there of) of sleep I’d had in the last couple days previously.  He clearly WAS a morning person.  Cute kid though, in a “I wear a business suit” sort of a way.  Wished I’d been thinking more clearly and could have been wittier  ~wink~

Caedyn dipping her toes in the pool.

Nice um….hose.  *giggle* Two things funny about this picture.  A- the obvious, Roxy’s a nut.  LMAO  B- Caedyn LOVES to chase/bite the water from the hose.  I only wish Kiya loved water half as much as her sister.

Started the afternoon off right with Strawberry Margaritas.  Quicksilver makes them PERFECT.  MMm…..

These shot glasses rock.  So perfectly said.  *grins*

Burr!!!  It’s sooooo cold in California at night.  It got down to 80!  *gasp* Hehe…. It was really warm (90′s) while I was out there. Goof.  Seriously though, it does get a bit chilly at night once the sun goes down.

Ha!  Do not even ask……lol.  Roxy had this brilliant idea for new clubbing wear.  GoGo dancers have nothing on us… *snicker* (btw, I have tons of these, decided to save them for a post of their own)

Paparazzi apparently got too drunk to take very many pics that night (read: that aren’t ridiculously silly and un-postable) bc that is all she wrote for day one.  (Doh!)

Oh. Um. Did I ever tell you about the time Roxy fell out of bed? No? Um…..bwahahaha…….well I’m still not. But THAT was funnier than hell. At least to Quicksilver and I, we were still giggling about it the next day. *snort snort*

Saturday-

Woke up missing bikini bottoms and camera. Roxy was missing her entire bikini. I had visions of our bikinis strewn in the street. That’s a good time right there. Doh. Camera was found safely (WHEW!), other bikini parts were found safe and un-eaten by giant puppy (AKA…Sadie). On with the day!

BBQ with friends are the plans for this afternoon.  Roxy playing with meat again. I swear…that woman and her meat….  *lol*

Gonna spend the day by the pool.  And what goes better poolside then Brazilian Rum! (Yummy would disagree….lol) Made a pitcher of Caprihania’s.  I’m pretty sure each of us having two of these (glasses people, not pitchers) got the party started rather quickly (and early).

What all girls need at the pool.  A pool boy!  AKA: Roxy’s hottie hubbie

Whatcha smiling about Quicksilver?  *grins* All we need is beer in our hands and this could be a beer advertisement. No?

Aren’t they just the cutest couple you ever did see?!

An alcoholic’s fridge.  Food?  Pfffbbbtttt…..  Kidding…kind of.  It’s the ‘pool/beer’ fridge.

True happiness: laying out in a bikini by the pool in the sun with a beer between your legs. [insert inappropriate reference of something else between my legs....grins......]

Oh hello!

Quicksilver rockin the Vixen hat.

There’s my girlfriend Sadie again.  Goofy girl. It’s not a trip to Roxy’s without being properly molested by the giant puppy.

Put your hands in the air and say…..YEAH.  Hehe.  Caprihanias, beers, several shots in…. (could ya tell?)

The spa at night means…..BUBBLES!!!!  Lots and lots of bubbles!

Roxy between my legs (snicker…..)

This is the look of a dog staring back at the drunk people binging on midnight snacks.  (I will save you the pictures Caedyn took of the drunk people, they were pretty bad, no one really wants to see that shit)

So Roxy passes out (notice broken doggy sleeping on her legs?  Cuuuuuuuute!)

Quicksilver and I decide we should have one more shot.  Then after one we realize, well hell, there is only one more round left in the bottle (um, that we only opened the night before *ahemtequilawhoresahem*). So Quicksilver says we should just finish off the bottle, which is a good point.  Right?  Well.  But then we realize after that shot, HELL, there is now one more round.  Ok, serve ‘em up.  *shaking head* And…. we both promptly passed out.   (if you recall Quicksilver and I made this same mistake last time- doh)

Sunday-

Nobody felt all that spectacular Sunday morning.  Go figure.  I think Quicksilver finally made an appearance about oh, noon?

Roxy and I spent a day recuperating by the pool.  Drinking beer.  Which seemed to help.

Bad dog Sadie!  This dog is not allowed in the house.  Guess who figured out how to open the sliding screen door the night before?  Guess who is freakin PROUD of herself that she learned this fabulous new trick?  Um…yeah…….

Finally pulled ourselves together enough to hit The Yardhouse for dinner.  Roxy and I went there when I was out last July.  Fun place.  Yummy food.  Wanna yard of beer?

Bikini-tinis!!!!

Girlies with bikini-tinis!

I hear it’s kinda tricky to drink from the yard glass when your beer gets towards the end.  I’m thinking I’ll take their word for it. Knowing me, I’d have beer dripping down my front.  Body shots are cool and all but not in that manner.

Alright.  The trip comes to an end.

But wait.  Not with out molesting Roxy one last time!  (hehe)

Early night for all of us.  Wanna know the sucky thing for an insomniac who goes to bed before 10?  Being wide fucking awake at midnight.  *sigh* Out of the house and on our way to Starbucks at 6 Monday morning. Homebound.  Direct flights- gotta love them!

I’m seriously loving my monthly Roxy visits.  *happy sigh* Looks like a Cali road trip in a couple weeks (family trip….less tequila, more beach) then Roxy and Quicksilver will be here in July.  Sah-weet!

~ xo

Vixen