filled and fooled



Nine Times

Nine times I got really close to pushing Publish

Eight different updates on my life I’ve failed to finally finish, which had,

Seven sexy snippets of stories I wanted to share

Six posts begin with some kind of “Sorry. I should-have stopped by to say, ‘hi'”.

Five Fridays I almost showed you my boobs.

Four Mondays gave me un-funny run-to-the-computer-with-an-idea-only-to-forget-it moments

Three times I started writing and one of my kids started reading over my shoulder

Two of the almost-published posts I felt contained too much serious shit, and worried that you would worry about me.

One finished post

If I could just move my hand to the mouse,

letting go of the need to edit,

connecting with you again,

just publish…


*tap tap* Is this thing on?

Hello? I’ve stumbled upon this place again, I used to frequent here, do you remember me? I think this is where people wrote about sex they have had, or sex they want to have at least, and show photos of their tits.  I remember there was a community feel to this place, I had almost forgotten about it, this wonderful community of supportive and talented and thoughtful and amazing people who care to read my thoughts and words.  They care, even though they don’t really know me.  They care, it wasn’t just about how I looked, whether it be fat or thin pretty or ugly big tits or little, it was my honesty that brought them in.  I wasn’t a spectacle or a specimen, no, they were feeling the struggles and changes and hopefully the fun times along with me.  I forgot.

The fun times will come again, along with it the sharing of them here on my blog, too many opportunities have been knocking and they too cannot be ignored any more.  We need to “live” again and I need to write about the life of a non-monogamous couple.  My husband needs it. I need to get your opinions, too! I need to feel your love.

Now that we established that, I suppose I owe some sort of a re-entry fee? A story?

Last weekend was my birthday, and though we tried a little to make some threesome plans with new friends, I still wanted to go out on the town and have a few drinks and I didn’t know when we could get back home, which made it hard to plan, which meant I really wasn’t that interested in getting a third that night.  I wasn’t opposed to meeting someone while we were out on the town, but that isn’t easy.

We ended up coming home after a few drinks, but the night was still so young! We didn’t really know what to do, there was a party we could go to but I was not feeling that.  So we just hopped in the car and went back out.  As we got out of the car the town was pretty empty, but up the block we hear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” and it was for me!  We walked toward the woman yelling and it turned out to the be the owner of one of the clubs my husband works with from time to time.

She offers a drink.  I take it! She offers to show us the special room.  We take the chance to see this room we’ve only heard existed, no friends have ever entered or maybe they’ve kept it secret.  Maybe I should keep this a secret?

Okay fast forward then, the room was decorated by hand, in the most amazingly beautiful way.  Lights, bubbles, sound, and the best part, a stripper pole was contained in the small dungeon-like room.   Now I know you are hoping for great detail on what happened next, but I will just say I got a private lesson.  And she was talented.  And there was no sex that went on afterward, but I was wondering if she wanted it.  The end.

I’m a bit rusty on the storytelling.  How about a picture?


Where is my nipple?

IMG_20140605_013510Nipple still hiding!

Oh well, better try for something better tomorrow.  Boobday!  I think I’m in.

With love and “see you tomorrow”,

G (or Greta depending on what I’m trying to achieve)






Friday May 9th is SPRINGBoobday

Spring has arrived full force now, bringing new growth all around and allergies like a mother-fucker.

This year my garden is going to flourish (well, by my newbie standards anyway). I even have bees buzzing helping seedlings break through soil and signaling strawberries to fruit. I have phases and plots and trenches and I did it all. I feel as though I’ve arrived at my happy place. *Sneeze*

This year, instead of taking nude photos and writing about what or who I fucked, I’m spending time nurturing this space in my yard, feeding it, and actually watching it grow right there in front of me. Boring right? I know, but I’m digging the simplicity of life right now.

Please don’t think that I think nude photos and sex writing are anything but great, I love them still!! To prove that, this morning I took some Boobday photos in my garden before it started sprinkling.  I like the way they turned out, the morning light makes my skin look soft and healthy.  Or maybe I glow when I feel at home?





Okay I went back inside to take this one. 😉


Hope you like the tiny peek of my garden.  Let me know what you think and I promise this time I won’t take a million years to respond to comments!


Spring Brings Green Tsunami

I’ve written this post so many times it’s not even funny. Some drafts I make a big explanation over the reasons for my extended writing breaks and lack of presence on your blogs, in some drafts I am all sunshine and rainbows and sex and kitties and just pretend like I’ve always been here;  I’m your best friend that never calls but still loves you with all her heart.  To sum up all the posts and just get this out:  I want you to know I’m still alive, and I’m happy, and of course I’m sorry I’ve been absent.  When time and energy permits I will explain what I’ve been up to.  It doesn’t have much to do with sex, but I still want to share this part of my life with you.

And I better post this before I get distracted by something.

Love you all,



TMI Tuesday – Arousing!

Hiya!! I have missed doing TMI Tuesday for several weeks now, and I can’t wait to get back into the weekly schedule of giving you way too much information about myself.  I hope you enjoy it!

This week’s TMI Tuesday is an outlet for the quirky you. It’s titled Odd and Ends because it is the leftover ideas/questions/thoughts that couldn’t fit into a theme but I know it’s TMI you want to share 🙂

Let’s Play…


1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?

I am so not addicted! I like things and want things, and may feel a little pouty if I don’t get them, but I will never let my emotions be controlled by a substance like coffee.  Seriously, I drank a pot of french press (Cafe Bustelo- the best espresso) a day for the last almost-four years.  I decided to give it up recently because I lost my voice (still haven’t found it two months later) and I thought tea might help but I couldn’t make it a habit to drink tea unless I replaced coffee.  I had a headache for 2 days, but I it wasn’t bad.  Now I have one cup of green tea in the morning.  My husband says my skin smells better now. My breath might even be sweeter, who knows, maybe even my pussy tastes better now.

Having said that, I’m still not opposed to a recreational use of a booster like caffeine-infused toothpaste.  I could see that being a good pick-me-up before hitting the town at night.


2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?

I really made a Sexual Bucket List, if you want to see it, it is here.  I am my own boss, so this question doesn’t apply, but I can play along…

“What is this I found on the printer, some kind of sex list Greta?”

I lift my head up, cheeks burning from embarrassment over not being the first to the printer. I wonder, was he watching me work and checking up on me?

“Um, yes, so sorry Sir, I can take that from you, I was just working on that during my break. I’m so sorry, I promise I won’t use the computer and printer for such things anymore.”

“Greta, you know the rest of the team will be out this afternoon.  I want you to stay here and work on the TMI Files.  But first, I need you to go to the bathroom and remove your underwear and bring them to me in my office.”

I seriously could not believe what I was hearing.  I had no attraction to my boss this morning but as he stood watching and waiting for me to get up and head to the bathroom my body reacted in such powerful ways, I warmed and became wet, fast.  I had no choice but to do what this man wanted.  He was going to know how aroused I was the minute I handed the panties over.

I stood up and walked past him through the doorway of my office to the bathroom down the hall.  As I passed him I felt his body warmth, and smelled his scent.  Part of me wanted him to stop me right there and tell me he was joking.  But he wasn’t one to joke like that, this man I’ve known for the past 5 years doesn’t play around, he makes things happen.

In the bathroom I removed my panties and remembered that number one on my list was to be “taken”.  Chills went up my body when the air conditioned office air hit my bare pussy lips, under my black skirt, as I walked into his office and put my wet panties down on his mahogany desk.

…To make it short…I would say “Yes Sir!”

3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?

I want this, but my counters are too tall to make this comfortable.  The best I’ve had was being pinned by my husband against the counter, while being kissed and groped.  I have this need to be bent over and panties pulled down, skirt pulled up, and plowed by a hard thick cock… over the kitchen table.  But not my table because it is an antique and I don’t want to break it. Someone else’s table perhaps.  Or maybe that kind of sex where it is so passionate you push all the stuff off the table as you get thrown down on it on your back, then fucked so hard and fast that …. I  need a break.

4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?
a. Meh? Not my thing.
b. Can take it or leave it, usually have to be begged to do it
c. I like it, it’s like foreplay.
d. Love it! I’m always sending naughty notes and steamy pics.
e. What’s your number? I have a daily sexting list, wanna sign up?

b. Sexting was fun the first few times I tried it, and it got my creative juices flowing enough to start a blog one day based on a fantasy text string.  But lately I just have no time to make believe sex.  I want and need the real thing and I don’t like the tease of pretending, whether I have pics or video.  Still, having said this, and I know my hubby is thinking I’m not telling you the whole truth, I do like being told what to do by the men I sext with.  I like it when they tell me to take off my clothes and send a picture.  I just don’t like the roleplay stuff that much.

5. What do you love to sniff? Why?

Nothing. Nothing at all!


I got a scratch on my tits…just thought I’d show you in case you needed distraction from my answer

Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.

whatisit_april22Dude, I have no clue what this is and I have no need to lock anyone’s penis up in this contraption!


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment on the tmituesdayblog, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!