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While I am unpacking the rental place I submit to you, the HNT public a photo taken by my youngest... I think she has some potential as a photographer....

Will wonders never cease?

It is amazing how quickly things can change...

One day you are in the middle of a hideous funk, overwhelmed by life and your responsibilities... the next day, the phone rings and someone from your past wants to reconnect.

That happened to me last week. And since that time, PK has become....hmmm, agitated is definitely not the right word, but I think aroused is...

Interesting...

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Now that I am back home and finishing the moving to the new place (alone, I might add), I have nothing left but memories of naked pool time...

First Full Day Back

And Mama has no time to play...

I dream of you holding my hand while you lead me to the dark and dusty place where we planned our tryst. In the time that it took you to shut the door I removed my shirt and bra and reached for your hard cock that have tented your shorts. With shaking hands I set it free and take you into my mouth. In the darkness I hear you groan and taste your sweetness. This is like a dream, but I know that I am awake. The blood is singing in my veins. I feel fully awake and alive.

Your hands are pulling at my shoulders.. trying to pull me up. But I am enjoying you filling my mouth, my throat. Your scrotum, large and heavy in my hands. You have plans too, though. Wants to be fulfilled and you want them filled now. You pull my hair insistently until I release your stiff rod and stand back up. You push my shoulder down until my nipples press against warm metal... a car I think. "Do you like that?" you growl as you strip my pants from me.

As the warm, close air touched the rest of my body I could feel you probing the dampness between my legs and plunge into me. My body electrifies at your invasion...You are stretching me wide and I can hear your growl. I know you love my tightness. I love it too. As you pump your body in and out of mine, my nipples rub against the hood. As I reach down to touch my clit and before I can begin to rub it, I feel your strong hands on my waist as you flip me over.

I can barely see you as you propel your full weight into me. My legs wrap around your hips as you ride me hard. Your hand reaches out and touches my center and you begin to caress my most sensitive pith, you whisper hoarsely, "Cum for me". As if on command my body crests and free-fall from the precipice of euphoria. I scream and cling to you as my body comes to earth. As awareness returns to me, I hear your final bark of gratification and feel your hard, sweaty body collapse on mine.

But there is so much to do... and no time to to savor these dreams... Or, is there? What are your daydreams and do you want to play?

Home...

Kids to school...

Rehab to start next week

Finishing the move... alone comme toujours....

Trying to remember what it was like to have a sexual impulse


Sorry about the picture... I am not entirely sure how I managed to make myself look pregnant but I liked the curves....

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The outfit from last night....

Explanation please....

Can someone explain to me....

Why after I put on the same outfit that drew heads in London to go out with my beloved PK this evening...

Before we step into the restaurant..

He waits until I have primped, and pressed and walked passed him, the kids, his parents...

got into the car drove 6 miles

AND THEN he tells me that my blouse needs to be re-adjusted and I am hanging out of it?

For some reason, this crap never fails to upset me.

I felt confident. Sexy even.

All to be destroyed in an instant.

Thank you Robmcj!

I can post pix again without needing to pull all the hair out of my head... I don't know why it never occurred to me to check my internet security... probably because I have been on so many different networks lately... but when I started to check why my Firefox was not working properly.. I backed up and found the problem!

YEAH Rob!

Now I can post pix like this again! (clearly I need to work on my timer skills.. hey, its a new camera... I am getting there!)

Fun Out East! HNT-27

Finally this photo has uploaded! GRRRRR Blogger!

Well, after last weeks running around, I have finally found some time to relax as you can see!

I do love a pool....

Oh...

and I forgot to add that when going through security at the airport it was not necessary for me to remove my shoes, open my laptop or get patted down.

Although I did have them search my purse and open my "change purse" where I keep a stash of condoms that I keep for wishful thinking/feeling defiant purposes...

I'll take that any day of the year...

I love London

And do you know why?

I can walk around without feeling like that I have been transplanted from another planet...

And this is not because we speak a similar language... (and I say similar because you have to find a plaster at the chemist to cover your blister... or is it a boil? I don't know...)

It is because I can go out to dinner... and have men leer at me like I am an actual woman.

In NYC, or even Chicago, I am invisible or at least a freak...

But London, sweet London is full of men who don't mind women that actually look like women!

WHEE! Can I move there?

On my own...

For the afternoon anyway...

That is right, I will be wandering the streets of London alone today.... PKs business partner arrived today and now there is a new meeting for them to attend...

That is fine, since a walk of a mile and half winded him...

I just find it funny that PK is more solicitous of the partner (it is his first trip across the pond) than I got when I was in labor... sigh. Typical.

I will have to search for a prop for an appropriate Anglophile HNT picture... Maybe a bobby hate? Ahhh yes, a bobby for my booby... sounds about right!

Ohhh and one more thing

Would you believe that the bed in our hotel room is two twins pushed together... and not on a single box springs.... Weird...

Can English bloggers explain this to me?

Or do the people at the hotel just KNOW I have no hope of having sex on this trip?

Why hormones are bad

and why I should not be allowed to watch movies while they are swinging...

I was on a plane yesterday/today/what is the fucking day of the week?

I watched two movies and cried at both...

The Family Stone

and

Walk The Line

Why did I cry? Feelings of loss, worry about a friend who is having some medical tests done, exhaustion, missing the kids, missing feeling loved.... who the hell knows.

I will figure it out later. I need a brief nap.