Half Nekkid Thursday: More than clothing

Granted, my pics of the Star Trek uniform (and what lies underneath) from Secret Geek Sunday: The Next Generation could do double duty for today.

However, when I was doing those pictures I noticed that my nail polish was half chipped off.

I know some women who would go crazy and/or feel naked if there was as much as a dent in their nail polish.

I usually don't wear the stuff. I had put some one for a Nine Inch Nails concert that I went to a week earlier, but hadn't gotten around to taking it off yet.

But looking at things in a Half-Nekkid mindset, I couldn't *not* take the picture.

Trying to set a schedule

I bet we've all noticed the fact that we never have enough time. Work, commuting, eating, family, and oh... that thing called sleep. And sex and other hobbies if there's time.

And now I'm adding a blog to it all. (I do have the LiveJournal account, but that I update during breaks at work with "this is how my day is going" type of things). So, Shon suggested that I put a schedule together so I have some structure and it helps not to get overwhelmed.

Here's how it's looking so far:
Monday: Random
Tuesday: Fiction/Poetry
Wednesday: Drool over what Shon has written (aka Random)
Thursday: Half Nekkid Thursday
Friday: Random
Saturday: probably nothing, because I'm often away. But if I do post, it will be something random.
Sunday: Secret Geek Sunday (which may post late, even into Monday, because of the aforementioned issues of being away from home/computer on Saturdays).

I might add one more weekly thing, but I've not found what it is yet.

Poem: A few days ago you told me to stop...

a few days ago you told me to stop

that I couldn't go over the edge by my own hand
until you released me from the prohibition when I saw you next

with my voice raggedly saying "damn you" over the phone
You must have realized how sexy that was when you said it
That I'd have to test how close I could get these past few days

wet warm slick straining
almost there
muscles clenching

to then force myself to stop again
because you told me to stop

But that was a few days ago... going to stop me now?

Audio Sex

I've always loved sex over the phone, or cyber-sex with mikes. I love being guided through sex by someone's voice. To, when possible, hear the other person caught up in the same fantasy and reaching their own... conclusion.

Sometimes it's the anonymity of it that I love, if it's just some random person from a chat room. Even if it's with one of my lovers or online buddies that I know, there's a charge from not being able to see the other person and a comfort in not having to worry about looking funny.

Thank the gods for a strong imagination and the willingness to play in fantasy, both my own and the person who I am listening to/talking with. I am glad that I have an imagination that can take the words in my ear and turn it into reality behind my eyes and in my body. I also appreciate a fantasy catered to what toys I have on hand to lend an inspired edge while I use them.

I look forward to more of them.

Insatiable, aren't I?

Secret Geek Sunday: The Next Generation

Although, I'm not so sure that I *can* be a Secret Geek...

For one, I started writing this on my Palm Pilot while I am on break during a penny social.

I also get paid to do techie/geek things (I'm a tech support desk agent).

And I wore a Star Trek uniform last night. A red 1st season Next Generation jumpsuit uniform. Which had been sitting in my mom's house for over 10 years.

What is geekier is that I know the differance between the seasons.

I couldn't find my communicator (yes, I did have one), so I used my id pin for the ball as a communicator.

My fiancé is a musician who plays a number of instruments and in a number of groups and styles. Last night, one of his groups played at an annual English Country dance ball. The ball had a space theme.

I used to be a Trekkie. I went to cons and wore Vulcan ears (actually Romulan for me, because that was my "character"). Actually, I still go to cons, but they are gaming and anime/general sci-fi cons.

The costume wasn't mine originally. A friend gave it to my brother and it sat in my parents house until I called home a couple of weeks ago.

It needed to be cleaned and I had a hell of a time of altering it (it was way too long for me). The alteration was a rush job, and not the prettiest, but it was good enough to impress most of people- although a few of them didn't know Star Trek from Stars Wars (my fiancé was dressed as Luke).

And I took pictures. In fact, I always did wonder what people wore under the uniform...

That isn't the only thing I had on during the day. I had my "What would Kaylee wear if she had access to my closet?" outfit on. 10 points for those who get the reference.

Erotica and Blogging as an Escape

I started thinking about this last night- this blog is becoming an escape for me.

My live journal, that's for talking about work and family. That's where I complain about the levels of frustration over the people I assist, my co-workers, and management. It is where I worry about my elderly aunt. That's for the occasional venting about the group of little old ladies that I belong to a fraternal organization with.

This blog, and thinking about what I'm going to post in it, it a small mental vacation from all those problems, big and small. I was at a meeting last night with the little old ladies, and while one was complaining about some problem with one of her children (who's older than I am), I had this little thought track in the back of my head wondering what I would post about today, and grabbing some of the little stories/scenes that I've got scattered through my electric life and posting them in the future. I wondered what I would find in my friends blogs too.

It made listening to her a lot easier.

Half Nekkid Thursday- My Premier

I love scarfs and things that drape. I've not found much use for this scarf yet, but when I was thinking of what to do for HNT I saw it and went "Ah Ha!"

Fiction: Party Favor

I'm kneeling on the floor of the home office, waiting for your signal.

My body is wrapped in a short dress that flirts around an inch above my knees, and a set of leather collar and cuffs encircle my throat, wrists, and ankles. Or, at least for me the slightly above knee dress feels short. Anything above my knees feels short and a bit exposed, and you know that. The dress has buttons from the low neck to the high hem, which is something that I do like. I'm also wearing stockings and a garter belt, and heeled shoes that you know are another challenge for me.

I can hear the muffled sounds of the dining room as you play the talented host. I know you had planned to cook most of the meal yourself, and then have the other women in the harem actually serve it to your guests. You are a very good cook. The small meal you sent to me earlier had your signature spicing pattern all over it.

The sounds of dinner die down, and I hear the group shuffle into the nearby living room. When everyone is relaxed and sitting, you come over to the door of the room I'm in and knock on it, solidly, and return to your own chair. I stand up and count to 60, to give you time to sit, and then open the door.

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I walk into living room and the seats in the room are casually faced into the center of the room, where there's a sturdy coffee table set up. I'm a little surprised at the number of people I see gathered. Besides you, there are 10 men, and 14 women.

You're seated at the "head" of the table, and I walk in slowly to kneel at the other end, meeting your eyes for a moment as I lower my body to the ground.

You explain in that warm voice that sends chills down my spine, that I'm here for everyone's enjoyment, the party favor for the evening.

"Greet everyone, my pet. Start with this lovely lady to my right."

I stand up and walk over to the seated woman, a curvy woman with brown hair and a light in her green eyes. I softly say hi then bend over to kiss her first on the cheek, then gently on her pink lips. As I bend over to do so, the edge of my dress hikes up to show everyone else that it's a garter belt I'm wearing.

So I work around the room, saying hi then kissing each person on the cheek then the lips. The third person, a guy in a grey shirt, decides to up the ante a little by holding the back of my head and turning the kiss on the lips to French kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips and dueling with mine.

I flush as I pull back from the kiss.

"Now now, pet. Start greeting everyone all over again, since everyone should get the opportunity for the same treat from you."

So I walk back with the first woman, and she chuckles. She looks around the room and says, "Now, no one else better add anything else to the greeting, or we won't be able to get our dessert." There's a round of chuckles and at least one whispered "damn" which caused more laughter.

The rest of the greeting goes quickly... well as quickly as French kissing 22 people can go. The instigator in the grey shirt doesn't get a second kiss, because you say that it wouldn't be fair for him to get more than the rest of the room.

The last person to greet is you.

You are sitting in a lower seat than the others.

I hear a tisk from you when I bend my knees as I bend over. I straighten my knees, and I have to bend over so much that the hemline creeps up and shows that I'm not wearing panties, and that my pussy is clean shaven. I hear a low whistle somewhere behind me.

Your hand goes to the back of my head, just like the first guy who kissed me, and your eyes go wide in that way that just captivates me. You grip the hair at the top of my neck, and I moan into the kiss that you've pulled me into.

As you let me go you say, "You're overdressed, pet."

I step back to the center of the room. My cheeks heat up as I start unbuttoning the dress, trying to find that pace that is not rushing, but not going too slow.

The buttons are small, and soon another woman, a slender blonde this time, gets up and comes over to start at the bottom of the dress and unbutton, moving up the dress.

She looks at you and asks, "How you want this to work out for everyone, my dear?"

You look over the two of us in the center of the room. "She is for your entertainment. Take it from her."

She grins and slides the dress off my shoulders and a little further, trapping my arms at my sides.

She then pushes on my shoulders and I drop to my knees. She has some sort of sarong on, and she pulls the knot loose.

She's naked underneath, and she spreads out the fabric on the coffee table, and sits on it, spreading her legs.

I lean in, spreading my knees a little to give me a solid base, and part her folds with my tounge. I narrow the focus of my world down to the pussy in front of me, and noting the reactions of the woman to give her as much pleasure as possible.

I feel a warm hand on my thigh, pushing the material of the dress away from my ass. The other hand, just as warm, traces the line of the garter up and then both hands grip my ass. They knead a little and work to relax the muscles. I feel a moist thumb press against the entrance to my ass and it pushes in, working to stretch me out a little.

The next thing I know is that there's a cock pushing into my ass, hard and swift. I latch my lips around the clit in front of me and moan as I suck on it, to ride out the pain, because the invasion burns and stretches my ass. That pulling on the woman's clit is enough to push her over into orgasm, and I continue to suck lightly to prolong her pleasure.

She pulls up my head and pats me on the cheek. She gets up and a man sits down, his cock full and hard in front of my face.

I glance over to your chair and you are enjoying the show, if the intense look on your face is any indication.

I soon lose track. I suck cocks until they explode in my mouth, and pussies until they shudder on my tongue. I feel cocks and strap-ons in my ass and my pussy. I'm spanked lightly by one person and fiercely by another. At some point, I'm freed from the dress but strapped to the coffee table, first on my back, then moved over onto my knees. My arms and feet are clipped to points on the coffee table and to each other at one point.

I'm drenched in sweat and other people's cum, shaking from the need to cum myself. Each time a cock or tongue is about to push me into an orgasm, the pace backs off. There seems to have been an agreement that part of the entertainment would be to fuckstrate me beyond all belief.

A pair of nipple clamps come out, adding more sensation to overload my body and brain.

Another woman shudders in orgasm from my mouth. I'm on my back again and she's straddled my face in a 69, her tongue dancing me along the edge of orgasm. I'm lapping up the juices from her quivering pussy when she gets up. She leans over and takes the clamps off my nipples and I hiss as the blood comes back into them.

Because of that distraction, it takes me a minute to realize that no one is taking her place, my pussy and ass are also empty, and I still need to cum.

And that you're the only one who hasn't touched me since that one kiss.

You call a number of the servants into the room to show your guest to the facilities to freshen up. You have two of them come and collect me. One, a large black man, wraps me in a large bath sheet and picks me up like a child or a maiden being rescued from disaster. The other, a small Asian woman with a impish smile carries a basket with bath soaps and massage oils with another towel over her arm.

As soon as I'm picked up, The lack of sexual stimulation makes me feel all that I've done. My arms, legs, and knees are sore, my ass stings and burns both from being panked and being fucked. My pussy feels like it's on fire, and only partially from wanting to cum. My mouth and throat are starting to close up, protesting any further use. My breasts ache from being pinched by the clamps.

I'm carried into the hallway, and you meet us there. Your palm cradles my face and I weakly turn into your touch. Your hand goes to the ring of my collar and lifts up my head to look into bring my eyes to yours.

"Choose." You draw my attention to Robert and Mei, the servants. My body throbs with the promise of release at your word and the warmth of your touch, even though I don't think I could move to save my life.

For pleasing you, and serving you through your guests so well, you give me the choice of how I will cum tonight.

While Robert would be a quick fuck and he'd certainly get me off quickly, the thought of having another cock in me, and one as large as Robert's can get, made my well fucked and abused body shudder in alarm.

I whisper, "Sir, please, if Mei could attend to me?" I know she will be gentler, teasing, and slow about letting me cum, but I need her gentle and strong hands and skill as a masseuse to help me recover from my being your party favor.

You nod, and you turn to go down the hallway. Another lady of the harem opens the door to your room. Robert brings me to the bathroom with the large sunken tub which is already steaming. He sets me in a chair and takes off my collar and cuffs then lowers me into the water while Mei starts setting up her gear to take care of me.

I hope my harem sister can handle your demands because I trust I've set the expectations high for tonight.

Well, it's a start...

Ok, so I've had a livejournal account (under another name) for a while, but that been more of the... "this is my life and updates for the friends that I hang out with in the non-electronic world who are also on LJ" variety of blog.

So, primarily through reading Erotiterrorist, I wonder if I have what it takes to write a focused blog.

And of course, my mind is determined to stay on the topic of sex. Then again, I had the day off on Monday and I was at a friend's house waiting for her husband to get home, surfing the net and reading porn.

It makes it easy to keep one's mind on sex at that point.

What makes you wet/hard?

For me, it is different things, depending on my mood. I think that is the same for everyone- while we have some specific triggers (like that place to be kissed that makes your knees water, or that one song that always brings your mind back to that moment with him/her and how you felt like the world was about to rip apart from the pleasure), there are things that really depend on mood.

Sometimes, being told over instant messaging that I'm going to be bent over a table and taken up the ass and spanked until I scream into a gag will turn me into a quivering puddle of "Yes Sir."

Sometimes, being told that will piss me off, because I'd rather be telling someone to close their eyes, stroke themselves, and not cum unless I say they can, while I trace light patterns over their torso and legs with my vintage K-Bar.