#local woman kisser in your area

[heybobbygirl]

one time last november i had a dream where at some point i had a ‘pretty flower girlfriend’ and even though she was there for less than half of the dream i got so worked up over the concept of having someone love me that i brought her up three separate times

[sexyupsidedownpineapple]

Popping Our Cherry

Hey there :) 

To maintain absolute discretion, every name and location you read on my blog has been changed. But I can assure you.. every story is 100% real.

Before I delve in to the incredibly amazing and sexy experience that my husband and I had our first time at a local sex club, I think it's important that I give a little back story, and how we got in to this lifestyle in the first place.

So hi! I am your very typical suburban Mom. Mid 30's, two kids, golden retriever, we even have a fucking white picket fence. Totally, unabashedly, suburban. But only at the surface. 

You see, I grew up in a very conservative household. Which is odd really, because my parents we're quintessential hippies. I've seen the photographic evidence! Him with this long ponytail and 70's mustache, her in a scantily clad bikini top with bell bottoms. They grew up in a time of free love and promiscuity. So why the fuck didn't they teach me anything about sex. 

Now I don't mean that in a perverted, call CPS kind of way. When I was 9, I asked my Mom where babies came from. She mumbled something imperceptible and told me "We don't talk about those types of things sweetie"  and that was the first and last time we SPOKE about sex. A few days later I found a library book on my bed entitled "The Birds and the Bee's". And that folks.. was my sex education. Fucking pitiful. Fast forward 20 some years and I was an insecure woman who had trouble talking about sex. So fucking pitiful!

So let's head back to present time. I am 36, I have been married to the most incredible guy for 14 years. We have two beautiful children, a gorgeous house, and an amazing life. We are rock. fucking. solid. And I mean it, we've been through some shit in our marriage and we are still standing here on the other side, madly in love. I consciously make the choice to spend my life with him everyday, and he chooses me too. I could not ask for a better partner! 

One night, after a few too many glasses of wine. I confessed a secret I had been holding on to for a very very VERY long time. I was attracted to other females and I wanted to have a threesome. I swear..I thought he was going to fall off the bed! But.. to my utter surprise.. he was receptive to it. Hell, he was on board! And so the hunt began..

So, being in between the millennial and Gen X generations, whenever I have a question, I turn to the one true almighty, all knowing, entity.... Google. I quickly learned that finding a "unicorn" (single female, seeking a couple to play with) truly is a mythical thing! So, I found a few swingers blogs and articles. They all had one thing in common... if you want to get in to the swingers lifestyle.. start with a local swingers club. Now, I live in the midwest, in a red state.. surely there are no clubs like that close to where I live... right? Oh so wrong! I found SO MUCH INFORMATION! It was very overwhelming! 

After a fair amount of research and reading I found a local swingers/sex club and made a profile. To my surprise we generated a good amount of "likes" and "wants to meet" in those first few days. It boosted my confidence like you would not believe. I was still rocking my post baby bod (my baby is 5 years old, by the way!) So I hadn't been feeling particularly sexy or attractive in the last few years. Though my husband is always very complimentary, I ever felt very confident in my body. My once size 2 waist was now a size 8-10. So the validation felt good. We started chatting with couples and made plans to attend our first event at the club. 

Now the juicy stuff...

So what was the club like? So fucking hot! Since it was our first time we got a guided tour of the club. There was a bar, and dance area. An area with a pool table, and an outside patio. Typical club right?  Oh, except for the 10 private play rooms, glory holes, sex swings, and the BDSM room. Holy shit. This was going to be an EPIC night!

So we spent a fair amount of time in the bar area and outside. It was a gorgeous September night. Slight chill in the air. Just enough to make my nipples stand erect under my thin slinky white dress. We spent the evening sipping on our drinks and making conversation with our new friends. Eventually we ventured inside and to the dance floor. Drinks still flowed and we were all dancing and grinding on each other. We had arrived at the club with a couple we met on the site, Jen and Adam. They were so incredibly nice, answered all of our questions, and made us feel very welcome. Jen was gorgeous, small waist, gorgeous hips, and huge tits. Her boyfriend, Adam, super sexy. Shaved head (just like my hubby!) and just the right amount of confidence. We also met Shelly and Micah, a super fun couple! She had a commanding presence and was instantly the center of attention, and he was the strong silent type with a witty sense of humor. So we were all dancing and having a good time, when we saw another couple we had been chatting with standing by the bar. James and Anna. Anna has a gorgeous body and beautiful blonde hair, and James was really attractive and confident. They joined us and we had a blast on the dance floor! Eventually we all needed a break and some fresh air, so we decided to head to the patio. Now, to get to the patio.. you have to walk through the private room area. By now, the party had been going on for several hours.. so the rooms had lots of interesting things going on. 

As we proceeded down the hallway James and Anna stopped outside a room to watch what was happening inside. As I went to pass by, Anna slipped her arm around my waist to stop me. So I paused and turned to face the doorway where the "show" was happening. There were 4 people in the room. The BDSM room. One woman was strapped to giant X, while another woman played with her body.  Her hands were everywhere, on her breasts, on her waist, on her pussy. Then, she slid the thin fabric that could barely qualify as lingerie over to the side and began to lick. Anna's hands began to move over my body. My hips, my stomach, my ass.. It was so fucking hot to watch, and be touched by another woman. Before this point, I had never done anything more than a small kiss (once) with another female (a dare in the 11th grade) So I was in completely new territory!

Eventually we moved on down the hall and came to a stop outside an empty room. We all wanted to go in, but hesitated. We stood in the hallway talking and flirting and laughing for some time, before we all eventually entered the room. This is the first time I felt some nerves kick in. So as we all stood around the room, no one really making the first move. Anna looked at me and said "I guess it's time to sacrifice the virgin." I thought my pussy was going to burst in to flames. I was very ready. Shelly then came over to me and led me over to the bed. I gently laid down. She asked me "are you ok with this" I suppressed the urge to blurt out "fuck yeah!" and instead went for a gentle head nod and seductive smile. Shelly started kissing me. Very gently, with her hands on my face and neck. She then moved her hands and mouth to my chest, to my stomach, and then eventually.. down further. She gently pushed my white lacy thong to the side and licked my pussy from bottom to top. I let out a soft moan. she continued to lick and caress my pussy, so gently. Just then, Adam slid over and gently pulled the top of my dress down. He took my right breast in his hands and and sucked on my nipple. Then, he kissed me and reached down with his hand and slipped a finger in my very wet pussy, while Shelly flicked her tongue back and forth over my clit. I looked up to see Anna standing in front of James against the wall, he was fondling her breasts and they were both watching me. I smiled at her and she made her way over to the bed to attend to my left breast. Sucking, and licking, and squeezing. She moved her face up and kissed me, massaging my tongue with hers. She was a good fucking kisser. I moved my hand though the tangle of bodies to find her breasts. I gently squeezed them and her mouth was back at my chest. She also reached down to fondle my pussy. I was on fire. Anna then moved back to James, and they started making out against the wall. My husband moved in to take over just as Shelly made me come for the second time. It was euphoric. 

Then it was Anna's turn. Shelly went down on her as she sucked James's cock. Once Shelly had made her come, James flipped her around and fucked her doggy style. Adam came over to fondle her breasts. She came again, and James finished inside her. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Once we were all done we got dressed said goodbye to our new friends and rode the sex high back home. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I can't wait to go back and see what happens next time. 

Until next time.

XOXO,

Mrs. Pineapple

[sordidgoddess]

49, 76 & 97 😃

Thank you, @nalydeight!  

49:  Can I touch my nose with a tongue?  Is it just me or is this question worded oddly?  I cannot touch my nose with my own tongue, but “a” tongue?  I’m absolutely certain I could get someone to lick my nose if I really wanted to, but no. That’s really not a thing I’m interested in. 

76:  Met someone famous? Famous schmamous.  I don’t give a rat’s ass about famous people, so no, I’ve never met any.  

That said, I am a fan of people who are locally famous for doing good works, so in that way, yes, I have.  There’s a raptor rehabilitation facility not too far from here and the kids and I have spent hours with the owner/rehabber.  

There’s a woman who “grandmothers” everyone she sees, especially at the library.  She hangs out by the piano in the sitting area and she always has a purse full of those weird strawberry candies (you know the ones that you never see in the store - I’m convinced they simply spawn in the purses of kindly old ladies).  She lets young kids read her stories to practice their reading aloud skills and she always has a smile and a kind word for everyone.  I’ve spent a fair bit of time with her. 

Kindness is the only type of famous I’m interested in. 

97:  What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Oooh, you know I love the music questions!!  

Top five at the moment: 

Playing God - Paramore

It's just my humble opinionBut it's one that I believe inYou don't deserve a point of viewIf the only thing you see is you

Bismarck - Sabaton

This one isn’t about lyrics as much as it is the overall sound of it, the way his voice does that growly thing, and the emotional connection due to this being my 17 yo’s favorite topic, favorite band, and one of the only things we’re currently connecting on. 

Rain - Patty Griffin

Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deepYou think that you're gonna drownSometimes all I can do is weep weep weepWith all this rain falling down

Never Go Back - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

I can't take it no more, theseScratches on my soulI can't, and I'll never let you near my heart again

Good Kisser - Lake Street Dive

Didn't work out, just the way that you wanted itAfter it all, I stood up tallI kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't fallNow everybody's talking 'bout me'Cause you would dirty me up just to get yourself clean

Thank you again for the fantastic ask!!  I enjoyed this one tremendously. 

[hqtbells-blog]

the most important thing.

TAGGING: Troian Bellisario.

LOCATION: Beach party in Sydney, Australia.

TIMEFRAME: January 9th, 2017. Late evening/night.

NOTES: On her first night out in Australia, Troian discovers three things - men can be pigs even in another country, it’s okay to have a party by yourself, and she will never be able to handle more than three tequila shots.

“Hey!”

Turning around, Troian was momentarily blinded from seeing who was calling her by the wind whipping her hair around. She pushed some brown strands behind her ear and then gave a polite, curious smile to the man who was jogging up to her. There was an easy grin on his face when he stopped in place and handed her a flyer. Her eyes swept over it - it was a bright orange piece of construction paper with newspaper letters cut out to advertise a party being held that night. Troian didn’t know how far it was from the hotel she was staying at. “You should come,” he told her and Troian contemplated it. She had come to Australia for new experiences, right? She didn’t want to spend her entire days there cooped up in her hotel room. The walk around the local market that morning had been fun; she had gotten to talk to vendors who were more than happy to strike up an easy conversation about their businesses, their lives. Troian had learned a lot. Maybe attending a party would just be the cherry on top of her already well-spent day. “We’ll see,” she told him in response to his unspoken question of whether she’d be attending. She smiled once more as he told her that he hoped to see her there, and watched as he turned around with a little more skip in his step.

Had she put that there?

Biting her lip, Troian glanced down at the flyer once more. It was a few hours from now and she hadn’t confirmed her attendance there. She didn’t have to go. This was her vacation and the whole point of going along was so that she could do what she wanted to do. So there was no need to make this a huge deal and go through the entire day stressing on whether or not she’d change into a dress later and show her face. On this vacation, this week away, she was living in the moment. So with one final look at the details, Troian folded the flyer in half and then stuck it in her purse. She had some more exploring to do.

--

She had decided to go. Dressed in a white, floral halter top dress, Troian messed around with her hair for a few minutes before finally giving up on it looking decent. She wasn’t trying to impress anybody and honestly, the weather in Sydney wasn’t going to allow her brown curls to do anything but grow more curlier in the eighty degree weather it was providing. Where it was winter temperatures in America, it was summer living in Australia at the current moment and Troian was taking complete advantage of that. She had slid her freshly painted toes into a pair of gladiator sandals and the sand from the beach was currently wedged in between them as she walked to where the mystery guy from this morning was.

“Hey,” she greeted him and smiled as he turned to look at her. “I’m Troian. Thanks for inviting me to this thing. What..what exactly is this thing?” She glanced around, looking at the various people scattered about the beach. Luckily, it was a packed area and Troian hadn’t voluntarily walked into a situation that would put her on the news..There were men and women milling around with beers in their hand, talking away and the whole vibe was relaxed. It seemed to be a get together planned at the last minute, not something that had been planned painstakingly over the past few months. Accepting a beer herself, Troian popped the top off and took a swig. It was cold, refreshing. A warm breeze swept over her and Troian felt her shoulders visibly relaxing the more she became attuned to the fact that she was safe here, and didn’t need to worry about being in danger.

“We’re just hanging out. We throw these every once in a while, invite whoever we see on the streets. You get to know all sorts of people that way.” Troian nodded at this answer, it seemed logical enough to her. Taking another swig of her beer, Troian rose a brow at the arm that was placed around her waist and before she could protest-

“You wanna take a walk? It’s beautiful to walk by the water this time of night.” 

A walk sounded nice. Even talking to this guy sounded nice but the groping? Not nice. As gently as she could, Troian edged out of his grip and mentally prepared herself for whatever cruel thing he spat out as he realized his precious male ego had been damaged. For his credit, he seemed to have pieced together he had gone past his limits and he raised his hands up with that same effortless smile, backing away slightly. “Sorry. Just a walk. I’m Martin, and I swear, I don’t bite. I thought it’d be nice to show you around.”

Troian wasn’t dumb. She knew exactly what Martin had been thinking and a walk wasn’t the first thing on his mind. “Uh-huh,” she retorted back to him with disbelief etched in her tone and her brows stayed furrowed as she spoke to him. “I’ll walk. But your hands stay by your side, Martin.” They both chuckled and then after Martin made the deliberate showing of his hands being shoved into his pockets, Troian clutched onto her beer bottle as she went down the beach with him.

--

Martin stayed true to his word. He made no more passes at her and he listened to her describe her reasons for this trip with avid interest. He spoke about how he had done the same thing after he was done with high school, taking a gap year over to Switzerland and the two of them talked about what they wanted out of the trip. Troian was careful not to reveal too much; she still didn’t know him very well and her guard was ever present, but his relaxed demeanor and the three beers she had been drinking since conversing with him had lulled her into what she later knew was a false sense of security. Martin seemed really nice. It was nice to meet somebody who just wanted to talk to Troian and who seemed into what she had to say, especially so far away from home where Troian already felt incredibly homesick for the people she had left behind.

“You’re very beautiful,” he told her out of the blue after Troian had stopped describing a story about what she had seen at the market that morning. Pausing, Troian licked her lips. His tone was sincere but - what did that have to do with fresh blueberries and them falling out of crates into the middle of the road? The two were unrelated and now they were going back to awkward territory. Martin stared at her with wide, earnest eyes and Troian gave him a weak smile back but her stomach was flipping. Was this was Martin did? Was Troian not the first girl to believe the friendly tone of his voice and be fooled by the head nods, the details he told her about himself? Had this all been a ruse? Was she playing right into a trap? Did he think she was there to find herself with a few meaningless hook ups?

Martin did not know Troian.

“Thank you. Um. I think we should probably head back now.” Her hands made a move to push themselves up off the warm sand but then Martin’s lips pressed against hers. For a brief second, Troian wondered if she should kiss back. She was single, she was unattached. She was far away from home and she had every right to go around doing whatever she wanted. 

She was not unattached. Not even in the slightest. Troian would always, always be tethered. And more so..Troian didn’t want to kiss anybody who didn’t hear her when she talked. He may have listened, but he didn’t hear.

And frankly, Martin was a horrible kisser.

Pulling back, Troian’s nose scrunched up as she eventually scrambled up to shake sand off her legs. “No thanks,” she laughed. It might have sounded cruel but apparently, Troian being nice wasn’t working to quell Martin anyways. “You got a boyfriend back home?” He asked, as if this was the only reason Troian would dare turn him down and Troian just laughed again. Men.

So fragile.

“No,” she answered honestly. “But the closest thing I have to that back home is ten times the man you’ll ever be. Trust me.” Troian smiled as she said this, and she was still smiling as Martin muttered, “Fuckin’ tease,” underneath his breath and stalked away. Sitting back down in the spot he had vacated, Troian felt more okay being alone than she had in..years, just staring out at the waves. She had had every opportunity to be with somebody else, and she hadn’t taken it and for once, Troian wasn’t second guessing herself. She knew her reasoning for wanting to say no and while she wasn’t going to lie and say Keegan hadn’t been a crucial part of it..her reason still had included that Troian didn’t feel the need to have someone pay attention to her and call her beautiful, as if their opinion and their opinion alone was what mattered. It was her truth. And even if that truth wasn’t shared..or it wasn’t somebody else’s truth..it was still hers, and Troian, for once, didn’t feel like she had to be validated by someone else.

She was her, and she was alone, and that was okay.

--

Troian had not stopped at beers.

After one impromptu phone call to Grant that ended with Troian upchucking the remainders of her tequila shots, a woman was rubbing Troian’s back soothingly as she knelt over some bushes. “There there,” a voice whispered in her ear and Troian groaned in response. Either Australia liquor was harder for her to handle or Troian had overestimated how many shots she would be able to handle.

Probably both.

“Up you go, girlie,” Troian had no choice but to lean on this mystery woman’s side and she met a pair of bright green eyes that were smiling in mirth back at her. “C’mon, I have a house not too far from here. Let’s go sleep it off.” Troian was too drunk to argue but all she could ask was, “You’re not going to kiss me, are you?”

Met with laughter, Troian was helped away by the mysterious stranger who, thankfully, appeared to be nothing like Martin and as she was tucked away into a bed later, Troian came to a second conclusion.

She was her, and she didn’t have to be alone, and that was okay too.