2010 Recap- Yes yes, I know. It’s actually almost February and I’m just now (finally!) getting it up (snicker).  It’s been mostly finished for weeks. I considered just ditching the entire thing and then realized how much I had invested already.  So yeah….here ya go.  It’s been quite a year.

***FYI, click on the highlighted links to see original posts

January….

My sister, Roxy and I prepped for our first girls only trip to viva Las Vegas.

We spent four days in -Sin City partying it up doing it up right our second night in with table service at The Rok and pulling an all nighter….10:00 am was the time in I believe.

I met Young Marine and so began my new found interest in….boys.

February….

I divulge PC and mine idea of delving into cuckholding.  The road that has brought us here.  Ok so, I open up more about my private life.

Vegas was so fun and my stunningly sexy friend Lolita was so bummed she’d missed the trip, what did I do???  WENT TO VEGAS AGAIN! (for a night…yeah I know….a NIGHT, haha)

PC writes his first post…explaining the path that led us to consider cuckholding.  And follows it with a post called “Pandora’s Box”.

My Young Marine flew in for the wkend.  We had a whirlwind two day fuck fest tryst.

Old Spice released THE. BEST. COMMERCIAL ever!

PC decides after my weekend with YM that I need a local someone. To see regularly.  He sees how much I enjoy the exhilaration and scours Craigslist.  Where he finds Ashton (aka- Tall Glass of Yummy).  And we hit it off immediately.  That *click* PC recognizes I need and the only way I can be interested in someone…is instantaneous.  And so the adventures of Ashton and I begin (and continue for the next year).

March….

My sister and I attend Cheesefest 2010 go see Bon Jovi in concert.

I’m turned onto La Senza….the best lingerie store E.V.E.R (thanks Elle!)

PC’s and mine relationship is on a learning curve.  I try to explain our relationship and what makes it work a bit more….to everyone else.

I introduce “The Nineteen Year Old Hottie”….a girl I had a summer fling with before she went off to college.

PC and I head to California for Roxy’s annual Birthday Bash!  Donnie….*swoon*…. (Don Ramon Tequila for newbies *wink*)

April….

Spring comes…*yay*!!!  And with it the worst allergies I’ve ever experienced *groan*

Learn that if Ashton were Superman, his Kryptonite would be Brazilian Rum.  *ahem*

After years of playing TMI Tuesday, in it’s place I introduce (to my site) Tuesday Trysts.

My head space falters.  PC suggests that a good dose of sunshine, tequila and Roxy will fix that (it did…  *grins*).  So off to Roxy-ville I go.

After numerous Dr appointments and living with my pyschotic PMDD symptoms for an eternity years.  I go in for out-patient Endometrial Ablation surgery to be ‘fixed’.  And have an awful, awful time recovering… (gah)

Marriages take work (duh)….focus, focus, focus.  PC still makes my heart go aflutter.

May….

Trolls suck.  BFD has one attack her for being a mom AND a sexual being *gasp!!!* and I rant.

I delve into the idea behind NRE (New Relationship Energy)….and lust.  And finally see Ashton again after the surgery that laid me out for weeks.  I think we saw a movie (kinda…*wicked grins*).

Mothers Day.  *happy sigh* PC rocked it in a serious way.  Making my heart go pitter patter.  Amazing day.

Drama pops up in regards to RL bullshit.  I don’t handle stress.  Or drama.  very well….  Dealing with anxiety issues.

Off to Roxy-ville again.  Sunshine, tequila and Roxy….  *happy sigh* Snowboard gear poolside- screams southern California, no?!  Hehe….

June….

After much obsessing, I went and got my 8th tattoo!  Not my most impressive, but definitely one of my most meaningful.

I make a confession.  I’m incapable of swallowing.  Not for lack of trying. I just. can. not. do. it.  But I promise I make up for it in other ways!

PC’s son came to spend the month with us.  And it rained.  And rained.  And….raaaaaaaaaaained.

I run into my pool crush.  A girl I became friends with years before.  The Real L Word starts up!  *YAY!*  PC says one of the girls reminds him of me.  Hey, but wait, she’s a player!  Oh….damn.

But wait. I’m not so much a ‘player’….I’m an equal opportunity flirter!  Ha!  I promise if I dig you, you WILL know it.  Even if I suck at showing it enough sometimes.  (I’ve actually worked on this and improved upon it…I do learn from my mistakes).

A list of the 9 most awesomest places to have sex!  And their consequences (doh). Ok…so I maybe don’t completely agree…

July….

PC and I head to Roxyville to celebrate the 4th of July.  WOOT!  And, and, aaaaaaaaaaand with a special surprise in tow.  THE OS SHIRT!!!  After years of begging asking I finally get it in my possession.  We took full advantage of involving it in all sorts of debauchery.  *smirk*

Stupid funk.  Again. (seriously…..come on already….sigh)

Someone (ahemBFDahem) has a birthday!  I celebrate by making her er, um, cupcakes.  *wicked grins*

I discover my song.  The best song.  Ever.  *happy sigh*

We make our annual trip the The Ren Festival.

Many life changes….PC’s work schedule changes and we both try to figure out how to make ‘the new us’ work.  It’s scary.
It’s exciting.  But at the end of the day….I love him with all my
heart.

With the help of PC, we come to the realization of what might be causing my sudden onset of awful ‘funks’.  Introduce “HAPPY PILLS” and Psycho-Hot-Mess-No-More.  Yay!!!!

August….

PC and I celebrate our anniversary, I don’t know what he was thinking when he proposed to me.  But damn…I’m one lucky girl! *grins*

I have a Facebook Fan Page!  Wait…you didn’t know?!  Wha?!?!  Look in my sidebar, click “LIKE”, you know you wanna!  It’s a super easy way to follow me!

I take one last trip to Roxyville.  My monthly visits through out the summer helped my head space in such a serious way.  Roxy and I take a super hot photo shoot.  *wicked grins*

PC does some experimenting of his own…..  *winkwinksmirk*

I confront several issues I’ve been putting off.  Roxy’s coin-marked phrase ‘being in Ostrich-mode’ needs to come to an end.  *sigh*

I contemplate the idea of a MMF threesome.  Hmm……  An idea that used to repulse me is sounding rather intriguing now.  Wow how a girl can change in a year.  First I reconsider swearing off all men (thanks to the encouragement from the love of my life…PC) and next I’m fantasizing about being with two men!  Ha…who knew?!

Kiddos go back to school.  The pool closes for the season.  Summer is officially coming to an end.  (whaaa….)

We all have skeletons in our closet.  Mine chose to peek out.  And sometimes we open ourselves up to people and then later realize how much we actually exposed of ourselves….and wish we could take it all back.  So as not to feel so vulnerable.  And raw.

September….

I talk about my dating experiences with different dating sites.  Ashton set that freakin bar high- HIGH.  My quest to find someone even remotely comparable begins.  If nothing else, good blog fodder! (haha)

I become sick.  Not just ‘kind of sick’…I know how to do sick up RIGHT.  Over 6 weeks of being sick with a kick ass (and not in a good way) respiratory infection.  Fuck. Me.

The same day that my little girl turns 11 *gasp!* the stork delivers 5 babies to our house….3 little boys and 2 sweet girls.  I officially become a SAHM to Daisy’s second litter of pups.

PC and I continue to discuss our ‘rules’.  The only way this ‘thing’…with my playing…will work is with rules.  And constant, extremely open conversations.

After quite a few dates that can be summed up with- wha whaa waaaaaa…….  I meet Abercrombie/The Mechanic.  He’s no Ashton, that’s for sure (sigh….damnit) and he’s definitely only interested in a FB but…..hey.

PC celebrates a birthday!

Roxy and her stud of husband, Quicksilver, come into town to celebrate my birthday!  WOOT WOOT…. My sister and many of our other friends  join us downtown for margaritas and Coyote Ugly to party like rockstars.  *huge grins*

October….

Google me!  Or rather, I’m going to google YOU.  I never date someone who isn’t google-able.  I respect a person that introduces themselves as the real deal.

A close long time friend and I have to part ways because his wife is uncomfortable with him and I remaining friends because of who I am.  Sigh….bummed.

It’s getting hot in here!  My top 10 9 hottest, most favorite sexual adventures  to date!

Car sex is hot. Just sayin….

I love him.  He’s mine.  I need him.  We’re good together.  He makes me *comfortable*.

Just to reitterate- I live my life with the volume on loud.  I make no bones about who I am and how I like to live my life.  If it’s too hot in the kitchen, get out.

Abercrombie, the new boy toy found in September, fucks up.  Whatever. *cold shoulder*

I make #6 of the Best Sex Bloggers of 2010.  *WOO HOO*

THE EXOTIC BALL!!!! Sis and I go as Angels, PC as Hitgirl.  Super fun times….

November…..

Vegas Baby…uh huh.  BFD and I head to Sin City for five days, Coyote Ugly never knew what hit them *wink*
Sigh.  Swoon. …:::memories:::….

One of PC’s best quotes-
“It’s like being married to a flight attendant. You come home long enough to do your laundry and recharge before heading out again.“ (ha!)

I’ve met someone one…new.  Kind of on the sly I begin mentioning him.  The exotic ball….  Vegas….  *wicked grins*

Celebrate this blog’s 4th Blogaversary!  My my how things have changed since I began blogging 5 1/2 years ago.

I wonder sometimes if my expectations are too high.  Of the type of relationship I’m seeking…  I don’t know.  I just want to know that you’re into me!  You know?!

Mmm…..holiday flavored Martini’s woo me.  Oy.  Too much so.  I decide I have to break up.

(I miss her)

December….

Hottest. video. E.V.E.R……  Damn.  Girl knows how to work it. ...taking notes…

Bloglines announces it’s closing it’s doors.  Bummed.

Bloglines announces they are no longer closing it’s doors but rather have been acquired.  Oh.  But wait, with a few minor changes.  Annoyed.  Bye bye….

Sometimes life gets in the way.  You have to work at the sparkle!  (((PC)))

Vixen’s Bucket List of sexploits-

“I’m a try-sexual. I’ll try anything once.”
~Samantha (Sex and the City)

Luscious Lush.  Yes.  Hello, this is me.

Two words- Turtleneck Season.  Ashton says anyways…  *wicked grins*

Sometimes I wonder if I’m emotionally slutty.  Never mind.  I am.  I share too much and usually too soon.  Like blurting out my feelings to someone in such a way that they feel uncomfortable.  Direct much?  Sigh…hello.  This is me.

Temperatures yo-yo all over the fucking place.  Near 60′s one week.  Twenty below the next.

My list of the past years “Best of the Best HNT’s“.

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We’ve come a long ways baby.  *wink* Cheers….here’s to a new year!

~ xo

Vixen

My top 10 9 hottest, most favorite sexual adventures…..
***in no particular order***

1.  Balcony of a 4 star hotel in downtown, overlooking a major highway about midnight on a Friday night.  Heavy traffic.  Summer night, air heavy with heat and slight humidity.  Completely naked, bent over the railing. 

2. Lake McCanaughay.  Middle of the night.  Skinny dipping.  Two naked forms, silhouetted by the moonlight….for hours.  The electricity between us so intense the cold water didn’t even phase us. 

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3. A night club hallway. I wrote about it HERE.

4. Lake Powell.  Under the moonlight.  Sleeping bags.  Kissing, making out, touching for hours….followed by intense, insane sex….the type where both your bodies are so sensitive to the touch it’s as if your skin is on fire.  Shivers sent down your spine at her very breath…

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5. Hotel.  Hours….upon hours of kissing, touching, caressing, exploring. 
(I had pretty much fallen head over heels but after this weekend…totally, completely)

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6. Being bent over, in front of an official looking building- downtown, dress thrown over my ass, sans panties…his hands on my hips, being fucked hard.  (Remember?)

7. Pool at Hedonism III, broad daylight.  Completely naked.  Completely occupied pool.

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8. In a restaurant restroom, with HER.

9. A ski resort, late at night.  We had been at a bar at the base of the mountain, listening to a band.  We walked up one of the slopes, the snow making machines were blowing.  My back pushed against a pine tree, him supporting my weight, one of my legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth pressed against my neck and ear breathing heavily into it.

10. I decided….. why limit myself to 10?!  *wicked grins*

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

God, I’ve played around with how to write this post for days now.  I have had a jumble of thoughts, then just as I was getting them together and prepared (I thought) to sit down and put them to word…..PC and I had another one of our discussions. And it no longer seemed very clear to me.  I’m learning as we go along….how to keep things savy with PC and I, how to keep him in his happy place so that he doesn’t become insecure or jealous.  And honestly, sometimes I do a pretty damn good job and often I also really suck at it.  But I guess the biggest key is that we are always discussing things and how we’re feeling.  So bonus there.

I’ve tried to figure out how to explain ‘us’ to everyone and the why and the how.  I was feeling somewhat…..guilt ridden.  I think I got sucked into worrying too much about what others were thinking and in turn began feeling as if I needed to explain myself/us/our relationship.  Not a healthy path to be trolling down! Until two people I respect, admire and think quite highly of, made a couple comments to me that really made sense….

Emmy:
” -it has to work for the two of you. Whatever everyone else thinks is irrelevant. I mean, you only allow us a glimpse into your arrangement. No one should judge it all by that peek.”

TUG:
“I don’t think you should feel any need to share things on here if you really don’t want to. If people are having issues with the way things are being explained…too bad. I think PC explains things just fine. Don’t go past your “okayness” level for us.”

I mean, YES.  Duh.  My “AHA!” moment.  I need to quit being so worried about everyone else!  I worry, obsess enough already as it is.  The last thing I need is something else to obsess about!  So stop already!  (this is what I tell myself anyway….)

Different relationships work in different ways.  What makes one couple happy would break another up.  What one deems ‘ok’, might be very NOT ‘ok’ in another.  I read many different blogs, windows into peoples lives and their relationships and I always walk away very intrigued by how different everyone is.

PC and I have a unique marriage/relationship, in that we both walked away from very bad marriages.  Both with completely different dynamics.  But it was a learning experience for us both.  I was married to someone who became incredibly controlling as well as physically/mentally/verbally abusive.  And while it was awful and horrible, it caused me to grow into such a better person.  I might not be the person I am today w/o those experiences.  Most especially it caused me to realize what I wanted, what would make me happy and what I would *not* allow again.  So when PC and I became friends, we put it all on the line.  ALL of it.  The good, bad and the ugly, nothing held back.  All our kinks and things that made us tick, whether good or bad.  It strengthened us.  Rather than ‘pretend’ to be someone the other might like better, we just said “this is me, take it or leave it”.  We both had an incredible amount of baggage.  Me….basically broken and the fact I was bisexual, not wanting to give that lifestyle up.  And him with his ‘kinks’ that honestly, I hadn’t really encountered before.  And our goal was to figure out how to make it work.

So far so good and we just continue to become stronger and better together.

So I could go into the dynamics of feminized cuckholding and how it pertains to us (or rather we are *trying* for it to)……  But I think instead I’ll end with this blurb and then let be for now bc as I said, it’s something we are dabbling with/learning as we go.

Within the category of “cuckolds” there are subsets and nuances. The primary element differentiating “feminized cuckolds” from the cuckold pack is the inclusion of feminization. Beyond emasculation, or the removal of typical masculine characteristics resulting in merely a eunich state, feminized cuckolds proceed into the realm of true feminization, willingly or by “force” or coersion from their partners. All cuckolds can be said to gain pleasure (even the pleasure of humiliation) from their cuckold activities. All cuckolds have this in common: their wife or partner is seeking or receiving pleasure from sexual activities with another man.

Feminized cuckolds are the same, except most often, they have been feminized in some degree or another.

So there you have it.  For now.

Have a fabulous Monday!

~ 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.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

This is seriously the funniest thing I have EVER seen.

Seriously!  Every time I watch it it makes me giggle.  You must watch it.  Now.  Go on, click play.  ~wink~

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Man. I had THE. BEST (!!!!) time this weekend.

We went out for margaritas (the limit is 3 at our favorite place-seriously they are THAT strong……I had 3….DOH!) and mexican with friends Friday night.  Had a super good time, although please remind me next week why TWO is really plenty for me.

Saturday was my date.  My young Marine boy toy (haha…) flew in for Fuck Fest 2010 the night. To say we had a good time ….would be an understatement.  *wicked grin* My body is sore.  I’m worn out.  Ever so slightly hung over.  And exhausted.

(I’m considering posting details….interested?)

Don’t worry, PC was properly taken care of.  I put him in his happy place and kept him there while I was away. ~wink~

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Happy Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen

The next installment….

Ok.  So Friday night while we were out and about we were approached by a promoter for Rok Vegas.  He wanted to put us on the VIP list.  We had decided Saturday would be our ‘big night out’, dressed to the nines, etc. 

(Keep in mind we had already been drinking the. entire. day.)

We get into the club and I have immediate flash backs of NYE.  Not a single place to sit, we’re gonna have to stand the entire time, totally packed, difficult to get to the bar.  I about bitch slapped a group of girls that felt the one and ONLY bar in the place was where they should stand and chat it up.  Get your drinks and MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.  Fuck…you know?!  The 3 of us start noticing the VIP tables through out the club.  We had reservations for Spago the following night…we start thinking, who cares about food??! We’d MUCH rather have a kick ass time at the club.  So we made an executive decision to trade Spago for VIP service.  We talk with the manager and he immediately hooked us up. 

BEST. DECISION. EVER!!!!

(again remember, there was this steam/mist stuff the entire night, so some of the pictures seem a bit grainy/odd)

Next thing we know, we are swooped off to our very own private VIP area (Squee!!!), with booth, table, dancing area…..AND personal bouncer and cocktail waitress.  We were given center stage spots practically in the middle of the dance floor.

Here we are sitting in our swanky spot, super happy that we have a place to occasionally sit down our own special place. *GRINS*
(psst…notice the goof behind us?  *snort*)

Sis decided to show John (the manager at Rok Vegas) her uh, appreciation for totally hooking us up.  Notice Lam, our bouncer, ‘over seeing’ the situation.  *LOL* 
What is missing is the pic I took that didn’t came out where she was pulling John by his tie!  ROFL!  Too, TOO funny…..

 
***Oh side note.  John approached me at one point and told me a bit of a dilema he was in…. Normally men reserve these areas and he will pull aside hot females to invite inside their reserved section for them.  He wasn’t really sure what to do for us GIRLS.  *snicker*  Hello….you see hot ladies???  Send ‘em our way!  Bwahaha…..  Actually it worked out quite well.  We made some cool friends that night and had no problem finding fun people to party with.

We *heart* Lam….
He was awesome to us.  Not only did he keep people out of our section, but he let them in when we convinced him it was ok asked him to.  He took a TON of our pictures and kept us safe.  He was freakin’ *AWESOME*! 

And…..our fabulously smokin’ hot waitress.  She made our shots and margaritas directly at our table and took trips to the bar for us for any other needs (BEER, lol) so that we never had to leave our little swanky area unless we wanted to.  She rocked!
(BUT for the life of ALL of us, no one can remember her name?!!? W…T…F?!?!  It’s been seriously bugging me for a fucking week now…GRRRR!)

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Super stars….hehe……..

Showing off our fabulous shoes….Betsey Johnson rocks.

Shots anyone? (smokin hot girl anyone?)

Our cool little table

Ahhh…..The PATRON…  Me and Patron have a love affair going on. Mmmmm…..

Cheers!

Fun friends…..

I know you want me, want me
You know I want cha, want cha,
One two three four

*giggle*

I freakin’ LOVE this shot of my sis and I.

Ok, her feet hurt. Roxy ditches the shoes.

See?  Barefoot.

Again, thank goodness for Lam, he took so many of our fabulous pictures.  Memories were captured bc he was there for us.
Strike a pose!

Totally adorable Marine boys.  With Mardi Gras beads.  It was the beads people.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. ~wink~

Legs….and she knows how to use them…..

Girlies…..

The theme of that night.

What happens at 5am in Vegas?  Clubs close down.  *ahem*  Yeah…we totally closed the club down.  See what Vegas and Patron does to us?!  Hehe….  So what do we do?  We hit another club that hasn’t closed down yet!  Duh!

Hmm…Marine boys were invited to come along. 


[insert many pictures you will later find on the TFT site]

Well, so….  We tuck sis in at 6am (remember those super big margaritas with six shots of Patron that we got on Saturday….and she drank hers completely. on. her. own?! Um..yeah).  Roxy hits it at 7am.  And…Vixen makes it inside the room at *ahem* 9am. 

*wicked grin*

I was wired, jonsing something fierce for water (that for whatever reason we were stupid enough to run ran out of…..GAH!!!!!  I seriously would have paid $15 for a bottle of water at that point) and became Chatty Cathy (as my sister called me).  Finally, FINALLY fell asleep, aaaaand PC called. 
“Oh hi honey…yeah….what am I doing?  Uh, just going to bed.  Um, yes, I know…it’s….9 something. Uh-huh”
DOH!

Vegas you know…..  *snicker*

Sunday we slept. I think I made it downstairs for Starbucks at um, 1pm?  Yeah. It was like that.  My poor sister was THE most hung over that day.  I think Roxy and I were mainly just *TIRED*.  Or maybe my hang over just didn’t hit me until about 11pm Sunday.  We had fabulous plans like….going to a strip club.  We even heavily researched which one we’d hit.  The fabulous mall down the strip (you know we are shopping whores!).  What stories we would tell!  But no, no…after the way we all felt Sunday, it was a wash.  We went nowhere that day.  Ordered room service for sandwiches at some point in the day….with lots and lots of water.

The roller coaster we never made it too.  Damn!

NY NY lights…

Finally about 5? 6?  We decided we would join the land of the living and go have dinner at the posh Italian restaurant located downstairs inside the NY NY.  It was….disappointing.  *groan*  Honestly, the Minestrone soup (only vegan option on the menu) was fine.  But I know both Roxy and my sister weren’t super impressed with their meals.  Although STILL what we ordered that night, with drinks, was less than what those fucking appetizers came to at the Rain Forest Cafe.  *shaking head*

By Sunday night our feet were toast.  Two full nights (one of those including pulling an all nighter no less) of fabulous shoes left our feet wrecked.  Hung over and the thought of stuffing our feet in more fabuous shoes made us all literally *CRINGE*.  No….  We’re cool.  We decided to say fuck it go much more casual.

My feet are still recovering from spending all night Saturday dancing in my Bj’s.  *ouch*  Sacrifices, sacrifices though, we would all totally do it again in a heartbeat. 

We hit Coyote Ugly our last night.  They/we had an abundance of Jello Shots.
(and adorable Marine boy toy from the previous night…:::grins:::….hmmm…….)

The Coyotes were in rare form that night.  Bwtn calling out the London guy in his much-too-tight skinny jeans to the other dude in his argyl sweater vest that one of them literally made him take off….hahaha!!!!

Then there was this dude.  A total rocker dude that one of them insisted on putting ponytails on.  Bwahahaha!!!!

Ok, there was this chick who was dressed insanely Pin-Up girl hot.  Hot Hot Hot.

Coyotes….  The one in black, and then the other in peach were fucking *AWESOME*.  They put the others to shame they were *THAT* good. (again…how can I ever go to our Denver one and have a good time bc ours pale in such comparison to these girls?!?!)

Probably ideally, we would have had one more night.  To whoop it up a bit more.  As Sunday night wore on, I realized I was increasingly more hung over.  Roxy and Sis were feeling rough and really, you can’t BE at CU with out being called out to have fun. 

I did have a slight confrontation with a dude standing behind me.  And then another at the bar.  Apparently it was “I’m a stiff asshole” night…  *grumble grumble*  I have a long standing reputation for not taking shit at bars.  I’m so totally NOT a confrontational gal but fuck with me in a bar…um yeah, not gonna be down with that.

Not a one of us would change anything about our trip.  Yeah…we only made it two blocks from our hotel the entire time we were there.  Yeah…the food fucking sucked ass.  But we thoroughly enjoyed every. single. night we were there.  Pulling the all nighter Saturday was probably the most fun and memorable night I’ve had in years…… 

And the best of all was I stepped outside of my norm, no holding back.  No worries.  No cares.  (Permission for naughtiness does that to a gal ~grins~) We all had the most awesome experiences we could imagine.

Sadly, the best meal I had while there was the lettuce, onion and swiss cheese sandwich on Rye (you really can hardly call that a vegetarian sandwich, lol) that we had the very last day were were there.  We grabbed sandwiches from the NY deli inside our hotel.  The guy making the sandwiches had THE biggest crush on Roxy.  (hehe…)

Would we do it again?  In a fucking HEARTBEAT. 

Do I have stories to share involving adorable Marine boys?  ABSOLUTELY.  The question is…when?  ~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

Friday Favorites-
Thanks everyone for all the great input last week regarding my ‘right clicking disabled’ dilemma.   Many of you brought up some great points.  One of them being how easy it is to take the pics anyways (although still difficult to maneuver links).  Which is true.  What I had decided though is if someone had decided to disable this on their site, then I would respect that.  In the future what I will be doing is featuring the thumbnails of the hnts I have previous permission and was able to attain their images.  And if not, links I suppose.

Petal.…. Damnnnnnnn girl!

Ms. Scarlett….. This is beautiful.  Very goddess like.


Margaret, They Belong To Us…..She’s doing a series and this has been one hellova one.


Elle, Kink Unleashed…..I’m in lust over her outfit. (sheesh…ok ok, her too, but still…*grins*)

Diana…..  You must-must-must go see the full pic for yourself.  She’s sexy as hell and he’s an outstanding photographer.  Don’t miss this one!

Southern Girl….. I only gave you a snippet, what are you waiting for?  Go check her out, she’s worth it.

Click on the links and go visit the girls!

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Sheesh.  Vegas was….an experience.  A totally, awesome, incredible one.  It was something I wasn’t sure would ever happen.  A surreal experience that me and my two bestest friends (who are also TOTAL party animals) would get to go to SIN CITY of all places (I think Mardi Gras is in our sights next ;).  Anyway. 

Since being back…..
I find my mind reeling so much so that I’m unable to sleep even though I feel *exhausted* all. the. time.

While out there I met a boy.  A completely adorable Marine boy.  I use the term boy bc the kid is uh, young…. (shaking head).  ME who isn’t even into men found myself attracted to and swept up in one.  It would have been a lot easier had it been a female.  So I’m dealing with those emotions/feelings as well (weird!).  Gotta tell ya though….flattered as HELL that some kid would be into me.  ~grins~ 

Since being back….
All I’ve wanted to do is spend time with PC, we’ve sat or laid in bed together talking for hours about my trip and us.  While I had an incredible time, I missed him.  We don’t do much apart.  He works from home, we see a lot of each other.  And rather than be sick to death of one another, it’s just who we are, what our relationship is.  It’s how we’re comfortable and happy and function.

The GOOD news (for me) though is that I feel a lot more like *me* again.  For a bit I’ve felt as if I fell in this rut.  I’d lost my ‘groove’, my flirt….what makes me, ME.  And I’ve found it again.  The fun, flirty, playful me.  Which is who I prefer to like to be.  *happy sigh*

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Well, so it’s the weekend…..  Have a kick ass Friday!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen