I think this is sort of a benchmark for me, the number of posts and especially the number of followers. I have quite a few drafts going and I just can’t commit to publishing any of them for one reason or another. I have been awarded a few awesome awards by some WONDERFUL bloggers. I have not forgotten this, and owe you all a proper (or maybe an improper) post in the near future. I have part two of my fireman story in the works (“Chocolate Kiss”) is my working title. My husband and I had a great threesome experience a week ago, a post giving every naughty and cheek reddening detail should be published this week if I am lucky (it was with “Green” a man I haven’t written about here yet). I have been walking with a good friend every morning, which was my writing time, but I feel like the real-life connection paired with the fresh air and exercise is a better choice for my time right now. She needs to talk and I need to feel like I’m helping her.
It is nice giving my interesting perspective on things:
I haven’t been taking many self portraits lately. But yesterday I was out and about enjoying a rare free moment. I parked and slid over to the passenger seat. I thought perhaps it would give me a bit of privacy as I caught up on my blog reading. I didn’t intend on doing anything but relaxing. However, it wasn’t long before I felt the growing need to touch myself. As you might guess, the excitement of being out in the open was beyond exhilarating. I snapped a pic of my face, flushed with fear of discovery and need for more touching. I looked back on the images several times, I loved the sun playing off my hair, making it look almost red. My black bra peeked out from under my scoop neck sweater. I caressed a nipple under the shield of its confines and decided they should be freed for my next photo. I pulled down the soft foamy lace cups and my breasts poured out into the sunlight. I was careful to position myself out of view from people walking by. After snapping the photo quickly I pulled my sweater up so that I was covered, yet my nipples still felt exposed to the cool yet sunny atmosphere.
Only a few glances were given to me, and my stint as a flasher was over. My battery was about dead and my alone time was quickly coming to an end. It was fun while it lasted…
When I get to 100 followers I will post a photo showing more, any requests?