Monday, September 11, 2017
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Kathrine Switzerwas, the First Woman to Enter Boston Marathon.
In 1967, Kathrine Switzerwas the first woman to enter and complete the Boston Marathon as a numbered entry. She registered under the gender-neutral name of “K.V. Switzer”. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” however, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire Marathon. These photographs taken of the incident made world headlines.
“Pro-family” GOP lawmaker: If women can breastfeed in public, I can grab their breasts.
Its a mammal feeding her child.
Grow up.
Saturday, September 9, 2017
Your Health.
I am not conventionally religious, but regardless if you are Christian, Muslim, Jewish, study Zoroastrianism, Buddhist, Zen, or worship the great Juju of the mountain, with all the hurricanes, earth quakes, and all the other crazy things happening around the world, the photo is simply a symbolic gesture for your safety and well being. :)
Friday, September 8, 2017
Cuckolding and Microchips.
I've been doing some major landscaping the last month or so...and the animal shelter found one of my dogs. Sorry, but the title may be misleading, lol. This post is not about micro-chipping your cuckold husband. Although that might not be a bad idea. It would ensure your knowing his whereabouts at all times....just in case you need him to do something, lick something, fluff someone, clean up something disgusting and sticky...or whatever along those lines. I gave a hand-job to one of the landscapers. More on that in a minute. :)
They found my Yorkshire Terrier which had been missing for almost seven years. She either ran away while someone was watching my house....or she was stolen. So imagine my surprise when on April 1st (yea, April fools day so you can imagine when they called, I was sure it was a prank) the shelter called and said that someone turned in a little Yorkie that was chipped and matched my information. I absolutely could not believe it. But it was true. So I have my little "Shay-Shay" with me again and she appears to be in good health and spirits. She's already taken over the yard and bitches/bosses the other dogs around (which include Rotties and Pitts), so she takes after me I guess.
We redid the whole backyard and had to put in a block retaining wall about 8 foot high and I guess about 30 yards long. My property is terraced so this area is about 5 feet lower than the main section. Anyway, I've been hiring a few people here and there to take care of some of it. My husband and I did most of it but for some of the more serious labor, I'm just not that motivated. I enjoy doing most of the home improvements myself, I'm really sort of a hands on Tomboy to tell the truth. I just have to get out the riding crop to get my husband more....enthusiastic, sometimes, but as I enjoy that anyway...no downside for me. But having to fill the hole after the wall was built was 13 tons of fill dirt....a whole semi dump truck? No way in hell am I shoveling all that. :)
Men. Men in old faded Blue Jeans, with work boots and muscles. The real deal. Not the metrosexual guys that purchase the pre-distressed jeans and boots trying to sell you on the "look" but rather real men who work hard and wore their clothes out in that totally unique way that only a real man can do. There is this shed on the lower portion...it was there when I bought this place. I guess its homemade and is about...probably 100 square feet or so. I'm thinking of turning it into an authentic woodshed. Not to store wood in though. But more as a punishment room...for spankings and discipline with canes and switches and crops and belts and leather straps. Its big enough to get a full swing, the location makes it more or less soundproof, already has lights and stuff so I would just have it made with drywall and throw in a spanking bench (a queening chair of course) and let the beatings begin. When I go outside I often just throw on a pair of my husbands old coveralls. I mean playing with the dogs, working in the yard and so forth, its just easier than having to wash extra clothes everyday. Well, having my submissive husband wash extra clothes I should say as he does all the laundry. Anyway, depending on the time of year, I might have an under-layer of clothes on....or not. As its getting warm, most of the last few weeks when the guys were here...I did not. Michael (not to be confused with Mike....he of the thick and pungent sperm whom I've written about before. Why are most of my lovers named either Mike, Nick or Tom? Are those just names that go with manly Bulls or something?).... is about 28 and tall and lean and muscular with a great smile and engaging and affable personality.
He also has a big dick. How do I know this? Because I gave him a hand job in the shed....are you people paying attention, or am I boring you, lol? We've been sort of flirting and doing all the "stuff" the last couple of weeks. He kept commenting on my coveralls and how they were covering up all the best parts. That sort of thing. I told him I only wore them as they had so many pockets and one never knows when and where you might need to carry a wide assortment of tools or necessary things. Sure, I'd been sort of flashing him a bit....up top...leaving it only zipped part ways. I told him I had an open marriage one day when I was giving him lunch...though I left out the cuckolding aspect....don't want to have to explain all that and/or freak the guy out. So, a few days ago the other two guys went to Lowes to get some more block and stucco and while they were gone I had him come "advise" me on the shed....asking him what it would take to make it almost "livable" even though I already knew, just being devious as I usually am and operating under the auspices of being a "dumb woman" in order to get him in there. My husband was on the other side of the wall an when we went in I saw his questioning glance and just gave him an evil little smile. So we started messing around a bit and I unzipped his jeans and took out his very nicely built cock. Long, thick, covered with veins and nice big balls. I stuck my hand into the breast pocket and smiled at him and showed him a condom. Reminding him of the reason I wear coveralls was the ability to carry all sorts of "necessary" things.
Anyhow, I put it on telling him it was easier to keep things clean and jacked him off into it. When he ejaculated it was quite a large load of pretty thick and gloppy sperm. He left the shed sort of sheepish and a bit unsure of what to say or do and I beckoned my cuckold husband to the other side (the shed has two doors) and was just getting ready to make him swallow that fresh load and then tongue wash the condom out when my cell rang and it was the other two guys wanting me to open the lower gate so they could back the truck in with the stuff from Lowes. I swiped my finger inside the condom and a large dollop of sperm stuck to it and wiped it across his lips telling him to lick and told him to go open the gate and return quickly to finish his "dessert". But, they took a bit too long as they gate latch thing wouldn't open on one side (we hardly ever use those gates) and by the time that was done I decided to show some mercy on my cuckold and not make him gag/choke down sperm from a condom that had been sitting there for half an hour or so. Michael will be coming back on Monday. I already told my husband I'm going to fuck him in the shed and make him service me after. I'm really loving the spring weather and my ideas for this shed as well. :)
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
They found my Yorkshire Terrier which had been missing for almost seven years. She either ran away while someone was watching my house....or she was stolen. So imagine my surprise when on April 1st (yea, April fools day so you can imagine when they called, I was sure it was a prank) the shelter called and said that someone turned in a little Yorkie that was chipped and matched my information. I absolutely could not believe it. But it was true. So I have my little "Shay-Shay" with me again and she appears to be in good health and spirits. She's already taken over the yard and bitches/bosses the other dogs around (which include Rotties and Pitts), so she takes after me I guess.
We redid the whole backyard and had to put in a block retaining wall about 8 foot high and I guess about 30 yards long. My property is terraced so this area is about 5 feet lower than the main section. Anyway, I've been hiring a few people here and there to take care of some of it. My husband and I did most of it but for some of the more serious labor, I'm just not that motivated. I enjoy doing most of the home improvements myself, I'm really sort of a hands on Tomboy to tell the truth. I just have to get out the riding crop to get my husband more....enthusiastic, sometimes, but as I enjoy that anyway...no downside for me. But having to fill the hole after the wall was built was 13 tons of fill dirt....a whole semi dump truck? No way in hell am I shoveling all that. :)
Men. Men in old faded Blue Jeans, with work boots and muscles. The real deal. Not the metrosexual guys that purchase the pre-distressed jeans and boots trying to sell you on the "look" but rather real men who work hard and wore their clothes out in that totally unique way that only a real man can do. There is this shed on the lower portion...it was there when I bought this place. I guess its homemade and is about...probably 100 square feet or so. I'm thinking of turning it into an authentic woodshed. Not to store wood in though. But more as a punishment room...for spankings and discipline with canes and switches and crops and belts and leather straps. Its big enough to get a full swing, the location makes it more or less soundproof, already has lights and stuff so I would just have it made with drywall and throw in a spanking bench (a queening chair of course) and let the beatings begin. When I go outside I often just throw on a pair of my husbands old coveralls. I mean playing with the dogs, working in the yard and so forth, its just easier than having to wash extra clothes everyday. Well, having my submissive husband wash extra clothes I should say as he does all the laundry. Anyway, depending on the time of year, I might have an under-layer of clothes on....or not. As its getting warm, most of the last few weeks when the guys were here...I did not. Michael (not to be confused with Mike....he of the thick and pungent sperm whom I've written about before. Why are most of my lovers named either Mike, Nick or Tom? Are those just names that go with manly Bulls or something?).... is about 28 and tall and lean and muscular with a great smile and engaging and affable personality.
He also has a big dick. How do I know this? Because I gave him a hand job in the shed....are you people paying attention, or am I boring you, lol? We've been sort of flirting and doing all the "stuff" the last couple of weeks. He kept commenting on my coveralls and how they were covering up all the best parts. That sort of thing. I told him I only wore them as they had so many pockets and one never knows when and where you might need to carry a wide assortment of tools or necessary things. Sure, I'd been sort of flashing him a bit....up top...leaving it only zipped part ways. I told him I had an open marriage one day when I was giving him lunch...though I left out the cuckolding aspect....don't want to have to explain all that and/or freak the guy out. So, a few days ago the other two guys went to Lowes to get some more block and stucco and while they were gone I had him come "advise" me on the shed....asking him what it would take to make it almost "livable" even though I already knew, just being devious as I usually am and operating under the auspices of being a "dumb woman" in order to get him in there. My husband was on the other side of the wall an when we went in I saw his questioning glance and just gave him an evil little smile. So we started messing around a bit and I unzipped his jeans and took out his very nicely built cock. Long, thick, covered with veins and nice big balls. I stuck my hand into the breast pocket and smiled at him and showed him a condom. Reminding him of the reason I wear coveralls was the ability to carry all sorts of "necessary" things.
Anyhow, I put it on telling him it was easier to keep things clean and jacked him off into it. When he ejaculated it was quite a large load of pretty thick and gloppy sperm. He left the shed sort of sheepish and a bit unsure of what to say or do and I beckoned my cuckold husband to the other side (the shed has two doors) and was just getting ready to make him swallow that fresh load and then tongue wash the condom out when my cell rang and it was the other two guys wanting me to open the lower gate so they could back the truck in with the stuff from Lowes. I swiped my finger inside the condom and a large dollop of sperm stuck to it and wiped it across his lips telling him to lick and told him to go open the gate and return quickly to finish his "dessert". But, they took a bit too long as they gate latch thing wouldn't open on one side (we hardly ever use those gates) and by the time that was done I decided to show some mercy on my cuckold and not make him gag/choke down sperm from a condom that had been sitting there for half an hour or so. Michael will be coming back on Monday. I already told my husband I'm going to fuck him in the shed and make him service me after. I'm really loving the spring weather and my ideas for this shed as well. :)
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
Sexual Sadism & Cuckold Compersion.
A couple days ago I was changing clothes in the gym locker room and overheard part of a conversation between two unknown women who were discussing "love making" and their...I'm not really sure if they were husbands or boyfriends, but whatever, somewhat same difference. Yes, I felt a tad guilty for a brief second, sort of like I was eavesdropping but then again, if you want privacy, don't discuss your sex lives in a gym locker room right? :)
Anyhow I was thinking about it a bit later and sort of marveling at the way they described their "mates" and dates, which was something like a cheesy romantic chick flick. You know, flowers, eating out, and all the trappings of conventional dating and all things considered "romance" ending with some very tame sounding sexual acts which were alluded to, but not mentioned in great detail. So, my point is, wouldn't it be odd to be "vanilla"? I think I would go crazy with the sheer boredom of it. "Love making" and all the whispering sweet little terms of endearment into each other ears while gazing lovingly into one another's eyes in missionary position? No thanks.
I enjoy the sounds of spanking and my riding crop hitting my husband bare bottom and thighs. I like seeing the marks I leave from a cane or hairbrush. I need to be able to grab him by the hair , in a most unceremoniously fashion and drag his face between my legs or to my ass so he can perform oral worship until I've had as many orgasms as I want. I love seeing the look of "cuckold angst" when I tell him I have a fuck/date planned with a lover and what is expected of him. I love mocking his little dick and making sarcastic comments about his sexual skills....or lack of and how he ejaculates so quickly when I allow him to put his penis inside me. I love that power rush feeling I get when I humiliated him with the superior sperm that as shot out of the balls of a better man. I love teasing and denying him orgasms for hours on end knowing he has blue balls and that they hurt so I slap and spank them to make them hurt even more. Knowing his puny little cuckold sperm wants out so badly and that I caused his discomfort and...look him in the eye and cause even more. And when I am satisfied and finally allow him to ejaculate, then I tell him how much I love him.
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
Anyhow I was thinking about it a bit later and sort of marveling at the way they described their "mates" and dates, which was something like a cheesy romantic chick flick. You know, flowers, eating out, and all the trappings of conventional dating and all things considered "romance" ending with some very tame sounding sexual acts which were alluded to, but not mentioned in great detail. So, my point is, wouldn't it be odd to be "vanilla"? I think I would go crazy with the sheer boredom of it. "Love making" and all the whispering sweet little terms of endearment into each other ears while gazing lovingly into one another's eyes in missionary position? No thanks.
I enjoy the sounds of spanking and my riding crop hitting my husband bare bottom and thighs. I like seeing the marks I leave from a cane or hairbrush. I need to be able to grab him by the hair , in a most unceremoniously fashion and drag his face between my legs or to my ass so he can perform oral worship until I've had as many orgasms as I want. I love seeing the look of "cuckold angst" when I tell him I have a fuck/date planned with a lover and what is expected of him. I love mocking his little dick and making sarcastic comments about his sexual skills....or lack of and how he ejaculates so quickly when I allow him to put his penis inside me. I love that power rush feeling I get when I humiliated him with the superior sperm that as shot out of the balls of a better man. I love teasing and denying him orgasms for hours on end knowing he has blue balls and that they hurt so I slap and spank them to make them hurt even more. Knowing his puny little cuckold sperm wants out so badly and that I caused his discomfort and...look him in the eye and cause even more. And when I am satisfied and finally allow him to ejaculate, then I tell him how much I love him.
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
Working Man Bulls - Cuckoldry.
I mentioned in a post a few days ago that I'm having some work done and having a new roof put on and so forth. Anyhow, the guys are here today and besides the noise, and wow is this a lot of noise, I'm enjoying it. Its an odd thing....what makes physical attraction? I like men of all flavors and types. And no one can deny that a nice well built man in a well cut suit just kills it if he knows how to put it together and can "sell it" properly.
At the same time, I've always sort of preferred the stereotypical "mans man". I like guys in jeans, Levis, Wranglers, I like guys in working mans Dickies...like the kind that mechanics wear. I like cowboys (authentic only please) and construction workers and delivery men. I suppose part of it is that as a little girl most of my Dads friends were regular blue collar hard working men. They were always sweet to me, joking, flirting in a harmless way, asking me if I had a boyfriend, teasing, always displaying concern and politeness to my Mom, just nice guys. And they had muscles and big trucks and knew how to use tools and weren't afraid of anything. This left an impression on me. Obviously in more ways than one.
I may have mentioned this before, but I have a thing for men's hands. I like looking at them, touching them, having them touch me. Now I know that a lot of other women dislike if a guys hands are rough from work but as I sort of like it "rough" the fact that he may have callouses and so on only add to it. And boots, I love boots. Not only the kind I wear, leather thigh high....but also guys that wear work boots, cowboy boots (again, authentic only please) and various other types. So, a story like this should go that I drug guys into my bedroom one by one and fucked them....or maybe better would be on my husbands bed (yea, we usually sleep in separate beds due to a variety of time, temperature, lighting preferences) as cuckolding a man in his own bed is doubly humiliating, but this is the real world and things like that rarely happen. Outside of the "cuckold porn" world that is, lol. And I don't do fiction, but in my private little dream fantasy world...:)
Because I'm such an insatiable exhibitionist I'd love to be able to tell you that they saw this:
At the same time, I've always sort of preferred the stereotypical "mans man". I like guys in jeans, Levis, Wranglers, I like guys in working mans Dickies...like the kind that mechanics wear. I like cowboys (authentic only please) and construction workers and delivery men. I suppose part of it is that as a little girl most of my Dads friends were regular blue collar hard working men. They were always sweet to me, joking, flirting in a harmless way, asking me if I had a boyfriend, teasing, always displaying concern and politeness to my Mom, just nice guys. And they had muscles and big trucks and knew how to use tools and weren't afraid of anything. This left an impression on me. Obviously in more ways than one.
I may have mentioned this before, but I have a thing for men's hands. I like looking at them, touching them, having them touch me. Now I know that a lot of other women dislike if a guys hands are rough from work but as I sort of like it "rough" the fact that he may have callouses and so on only add to it. And boots, I love boots. Not only the kind I wear, leather thigh high....but also guys that wear work boots, cowboy boots (again, authentic only please) and various other types. So, a story like this should go that I drug guys into my bedroom one by one and fucked them....or maybe better would be on my husbands bed (yea, we usually sleep in separate beds due to a variety of time, temperature, lighting preferences) as cuckolding a man in his own bed is doubly humiliating, but this is the real world and things like that rarely happen. Outside of the "cuckold porn" world that is, lol. And I don't do fiction, but in my private little dream fantasy world...:)
Because I'm such an insatiable exhibitionist I'd love to be able to tell you that they saw this:
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
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