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A New Year’s Rant

I attended the Baptist wedding of a co-worker yesterday.  It was the longest thirty seven minutes of my life.  The worst part was the fact that it is okay for the ideas of submission to your husband; allowing him to run the home, discipline the children, and the wife to be the helper and prayer mate in the relationship.  On one hand, I’m glad that they found one another because obviously they are both getting the relationship that they desire.  But from a feminist point of view, I was nauseated at times.

Some criticize the religions and regimes of Asia and the Middle East for subjugating woman and rendering them powerless.  Rape and brutality and murder are allowed and ignored.  What I witnessed yesterday was not the same, but it was, I believe, on the same continuum of what happens elsewhere.

The people I saw yesterday are the same that forbid women the right of choice and contraception.  They are the ones that think women have roles as helpers and not leaders.  They are the ones that support the agendas of the extreme right of our country that want a morality that is the vision of narrow minded men.

I wish my co-worker well in her marriage, and I was dishonest when I congratulated them.  I really wish that she was more open to equality in her life and marriage.

I promise, my next post will be more of my usual.

TMI Tuesday
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1. Tell us about your sluttiest act ever.  I was dating a new guy, and it was just taking a while to get us to click.  So, i decided to take matters in my own hands.  We were out for a dinner date, it was like our third or fourth date and I had a couple of glasses of wine.  When I returned from the restroom, I stuffed my panties in his pocket.  I leaned over and whispered in his ear "You're just going to have to think about my wet pussy for the rest of dinner."  It was a long and luscous dinner, and I deliberately took my time eating.  We walked to the car and started driving home.  I took his hand and slid his fingers into my wet pussy for the ride home.  When we got to my place, I was like a bitch in heat and threw him onto the sofa and fucked him right there.  It was a night I relive frequently.

2. Have you ever played air-guitar. . .naked?  no
3. To what song do you most like to play air-guitar either clothed or naked? I don't play air guitar, BUT I sing a great "Heat Wave", and frequently do it naked!
4. Are you good in bed? Why?  I am great in bed because I take time to let things develop.  I like it fast and hard sometimes, but great sex is like a great play.  There has to be tension and release, building and relaxing, and then ending is always better.  I also like to do things to guys that no girl has ever done before, like lick his balls, tongue his asshole, massage his prostate.  I take him to places he's never been before.
5. What FEELS Sexy to you–tactile sensation? (Leave sight and taste out of this)  I love the feeling of oil on my nipples and a beard rubbed across my belly.  I guess I'm just weird.

Bonus: Write a six word autobiography.  Adventurous wench who aims to please.

Have a great week!

Randi

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TMI Tuesday. 

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1. Summer is a time to escape, kick back and chill. What is your favorite way to relax when the warm weather hits?  In my bikini, in the back yard, in my Disney Princess kids pools and a cold drink in my hand.  Heaven!

2. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie theatre? My first date was to a drive-in movie, what is your best memory of these classic outdoor theatres?  I was just seventeen and went to the drive in with my new boyfriend.  We watched the movie for a while and then I slipped my hand over to him and held his hand, letting him know I was there.  He slid over and kissed me and then started fondling my boobs and we ground against each other all night.  Unfortunately, the movie ran out before we got to the main event and we were told to leave!  We never got back to the drive in.

3. Have you ever had a summer fling? How did it develop and why did it end?   I was a bridesmaid and one of the groomsman, Brian, was new to town and was a replacement for the original guy, he barely knew the groom.  The wedding was on summer solstice.  At the end of the wedding ceremony the groom pulled me aside and asked that I show Brian our Southern hospitality.  He was shy and we hung out at the reception and then I asked him to follow me home to make sure I got there okay.  I invited him in.  The shyness really was a turn on and I just went after him, touching him, fondling him and kissing.  I gave him a blow job on the couch and then dragged him to bed where he ate my pussy very well and then fucked my brains out.  In the morning, he told me that he had been a virgin!  We did it again and I rode him to a screaming orgasm.   We were a hot couple for the summer and I was his private sex ed tutor and he was an excellent pupil.  We fucked every day, day and night, for 2 straight months.  When I went back to school, we tried to keep it going, but it just fizzled out.

4. Board shorts and bikinis leave something to the imagination, but have you ever tried a nude beach?  Never have, but would be willing.

5. What are your thoughts on the Speedo and the Wicked Weasel?  If he has the abs and the package for the Speedo, go for it.  I like showing off, but I prefer flirting and leaving more to the imagination.

6. The warm weather is a great opportunity to “get busy” outdoors? Have you ever? Tell us about it.     Maybe this year!

7. Sunrise or sunset? Which is your summer favourite?  Sunset with a drink in my hand.

8. What is the one summer delight that really quenches your thirst? A gin Ricky really quenches my thirst.  How about your lust?  I love it doggy with him grabbing my hips and pounding my pussy with all he’s got.

Bonus: Summer is the time to participate in outdoor activities. Where would you most like to have sex:
– on the beach? On the beach, at dusk, with the waves just barely washing on us.
– at a picnic? I wouldn’t mind being taken on a picnic table!
– camping?  Too many bugs!

Your challenge for this Friday, 5-25-12, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 100-135 words. I would also like you to please use this phrase in your submission:
"...the scent of [noun]..."
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Test Drive

My father held out his keys to his baby, a shiny black 1953 Cadillac Fleetwood.  Billy swallowed hard.

                “Bring it back like you took it,” Dad said, slapping Billy on the back.

                The dance was a bust and Billy drove to the overlook at the gorge.  He took off his blue tux jacket and laid it on the leather back seat.  I sat down and rested my head on his shoulder.  The smell of leather and my corsage was intoxicating.

                He laid me down and I pulled off my panties.  He fucked me on the leather seat and the sound of the springs mingled with our grunts and moans.

                “It was a great ride,” Billy said as he handed Dad the keys.  “Can’t wait to take it out again.”

End of the Day

He stepped over to me and grabbed my hips.

                “Comere,” he said slurring the words into one.  He pulled me close and kissed me.  His breath smelled of old beer and tasted of stale cigarettes.  His beard was rough and scratchy.  “I want something.”

                “Yeah?  What makes you think you can have anything.”

                “I’ve been waiting all day.”

                We’d been to this point before.  Part game.  Part dare.  I turned and stepped away.

                “Not so quick”, he said, as his hand slapped at my ass.  “I told you I want something.”

                I took another step and he grabbed my waist and pushed me to the stairs.  He slid my panties down and I heard his zipper.  His cock was between my cheeks.

                My knees rubbed against the cheap rough and scratchy carpet as he thrust into me.

                I was glad that he wanted something.