Some fun questions that might tell a bit more than some people want to know…..found here:

1. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night. Where and when did you lose yours?  I was 18 and it was at a hiking park in a secluded area by the river, we went skinny dipping and one thing led to another.

2. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. What is yours?  Honestly, I’d have to say my mind. I don’t have much confidence in any of my physical attributes lately. But don’t they say it all begins in the mind anyway?

3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?  My lover catching me off guard and taking me, hard and relentlessly, almost to the point of being forced.

4. I love watching guys masturbate. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?   I love to watch. Either my partner or someone else…if they know or if they don’t know I’m watching.

5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum. Do you like you partners quiet? Are you quiet?  I like sounds, it lets me know that what I’m doing is working. I like to be talked to as well, directed. And no, I am not quiet…I’m a screamer

6. I love playing with nipples. Do you having your nipples played with?  I love it! From light play to semi-rough. I like when my nipples are kind of sore the next day to remind me of what happened the night before. But I’m not into serious pain and nipple torture.

7. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25. What is your ‘number’?  I’m not sure what number, but I am guessing it must be number of sexual partners I’ve had…umm….that would be 6, being generous because I don’t know if a random blow job should count.

Yesterday was my birthday, I turned 43. It was the best birthday I have ever had.

When I was growing up my family didn’t do much about birthdays. I always got a small present or two from my parents but that was usually about it. When I was nine my mom bought a cake and hid my presents around the house and I had to hunt from them with little clues. I still remember the cake had little red icing roses and my favorite present was this little grey rubber monkey. When I was fourteen mom through an actual surprise party for me with people! We had just moved and I was missing my two best friends so she invited them and a few of my cousins I didn’t know very well. I still have pictures from that party. I didn’t have another birthday party until I turned 30. One of my oldest friends threw me a surprise party because I was very depressed that year. My then husband was in jail, I had two small children and I was turning 30. I needed some cheering up.

Since we have been together Storm has always done something for my birthday even though she’s never been able to actually be with me physically. The closest she came was being here in early September one year and we celebrated early with a little party at Dan’l and Wendo’s house. That was fun. This year though Storm was able to time it so that she is still here and yesterday was the best birthday I have ever had.

It actually started at the stroke of midnight when she leaned over and woke me up with a kiss and whispered “happy birthday” before telling me to go back to sleep. How sweet is that?? When it was actually time to get up and get the monsters up for school I got more birthday kisses. I also got the first of my birthday presents. Storm bought me a digital camera to replace the one I broke a few weeks ago, and three bottles of the only perfume I wear. It’s called Dark Vanilla and we haven’t been able to find it in stores in a very long time, eBay is a wonderful thing. I’d thought about changing perfumes but Storm said that she can’t imagine any other scent on me. Later I was in the kitchen setting out breakfast things for the kiddos and Am came down actually gave me a hug without being prompted. Usually I don’t get hugs unless she wants something. The kids got all ready for school without incident or argument and that in itself was a great gift, then before they left they gave me their presents. I know Am had picked them out but Jam had okayed the idea. They each got me a little battery powered fountain. One is a dragon guarding a crystal ball, the other is a fairy holding a crystal ball. They light up when turned on and the light changes color as the water circulates and makes the crystal balls roll. I love them! The really neat thing though was a surprise to the kids as well as me. Storm read the directions and it turns out that if set to intermittent the fountains will come on at a sharp clap and then shut themselves off after a few minutes. That saves battery power!

After the kids headed for school Storm said that she needed to go down to the shops and see if she could find some tobacco. She rolls her own cigarettes and brings her tobacco with her. But she is almost out and doesn’t have enough to last the few days until she has to leave. So far our American loose tobacco is nothing like what she gets in England so she’s having to be very sparing with her smoking. She was gone for a while, long enough for me to take a shower. She came back and sat chatting with me while I finished dressing and then asked me to follow her. We went outside to my parking space and she indicated the van parked there. My car died and I’ve had my parents van for a while. They had talked about giving it to me but this caused issues with my older siblings so mom had said at one point I’d have to buy it from them. Storm had taken the van down and run it through the car wash, and then detailed the inside now she handed me the keys…and the title. She’d made a deal with my parents and bought the van for my birthday. I kind of knew it what was going on, but it was the sweetest thing! I officially own a van.

So here it was, still early in the day and already it was a great birthday. Then she made me breakfast!! Talk about being spoiled! We spent some time then just hanging out and my neighbor, Char came over for tea. She brought me candles! I am a candle slut. And I can be had for cheap. Dollar store candles make me just as happy as more expensive ones…happier actually because I don’t feel bad for burning them. While Char was here my folks stopped by…more goodies for me! They brought me this really heavy glass candle holder. Wierd how that worked out, candles from Char and a candle holder from the folks. They also brought me a singing card and a bag of Dove Promises in milk chocolate, nummy….

There was a bit of a glitch in my day after that. Jam got into some trouble at school and got sent home. Nothing I want to get into right now, but I may another time. Not sure how to help with this problem. He was upset though and asked to stay home. We had planned to meet Wendo and Dan’l for dinner. So first Jam decides he doesn’t want to go and then Am asks if she can beg off too. She and Wendo don’t get along and Am tries to avoid her as much as possible. I had already told her that if she didn’t want to go it wouldn’t hurt my feelings. So it was just Storm and I meeting W&D for dinner at an AYCE chinese buffet. Yummy goodness!

We got there after a bit of trickery to make sure they had arrived first and when we walked in and Storm told the host we were meeting some people he promptly said “Oh you’re the birthday party!” I looked over and there were balloons at our table. I felt very special, conspicuous but special. We sat and chatted with W&D for a bit and then they handed me their gift…yep….more candles!! Told you I am a candle slut! These were two metal holder,s one a sun-face the other a sliver moon-face with shooting stars, and behind the metal fronts were glass cups that hold either a votive or tea light candle. They had gotten a pack of tea lights that smell like honeydew melon. Very nice.

We had a really nice dinner and took our time eating and chatting and laughing. It was a great way to wind my day down. But there was more. When we were done eating Wendo brought out a birthday cake Storm had asked her to pick up. It was sinfully chocolate, with even more wicked fudge frosting. It’s the kind of cake that screams for ice cream, and so we added some from the dessert section. At one point this little boy approached our table and said his sister (his older sister) sent him to ask if she could have my balloon. It was a tie-dye color balloon with peace signs all over it and Happy Birthday! in bubble letters. Turns out she was wearing a tie-dye shirt that matched it. I didn’t want to be mean, but really, that’s kind of rude. Wendo told him no and sent him back to his parents who probably thought we were horrible people.

Later, back at home, I realized I was exhausted! My legs were so sore and stiff and I was hobbling around like a little old woman. All I wanted to do was go to bed. And so we did. Storm and I snuggled down and I jokingly told her that I was so tired I didn’t even mind skipping my “birthday shag.” It was actually rather true. I was just too tired and achey…but I was very, very happy. It had been the best birthday ever!

Ang at Sweltering Celt brings us a wonderful weekly event….

This weeks theme: Extra Terrestrials!

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“Are you sure you want that one?” The soft mechanical voice spoke into the stillness.

“Yes…that is the one. I’ve been watching her for some time now.” A tall figure lounged against the console peering at the large screen showing a scene from the planet below. “See the curves of her form and the way she moves, like gentle waves of water.”

“Your father will not be pleased.” The computer spoke again. “When he sent you out to find a mate I do not believe he meant for you to look on such a primative planet.”

“Ah, but he did not forbid it.” There was a deep chuckle and the vaguely humanoid creature stood to its full height. “And once I have taken her there can be no objection, as is our law.”

“You do this to spite your father.”

“At first perhaps, but something about this female draws me. If only you could listen to her mind the way I have…feel the heat of her thoughts. None of the females of our world think that way, they are too cold. This primative will give me so much pleasure.”

“My research shows that your physiology is compatible with human physiology. Actual mating is a possibility.”

“Oh yes…more than a possibility.” A long fingered hand slid down the front of the light grey jumpsuit covering the creature’s body and caressed a growing bulge between its long legs. Eyes slightly larger and rounder than a human’s watched the screen as a second hand joined the first, caressing a second growing bulge. “And from what I’ve seen in her mind our differences may be a plus.”

“Shall I activate the sexual release program?” The computer asked indifferently.

“No…there won’t be a need for that particular program any longer.”

“Your decision is made then.”

“Definitely….that human is mine. Begin landing procedures.”

There was a faint hum as the small spacecraft slipped past Earth’s many radar systems and homed in on a small town on the Western edge of what the human’s called North America.

Monday was a day from hell. Oh it started out well enough, nothing I couldn’t deal with. We were without a vehicle because Josh had broken his truck and come to borrow the folks van again. With my car dead and now uninsured that left us with no transport. But it’s not my van yet and if mom says Josh can borrow it well how can I say no if I have no plans to go anywhere. So there was a little stress, not the kind I can’t deal with. Pretty normal.

Storm was working on a computer for a friend of Char. The woman’s ex had basically filled it with viruses while looking at porn and the thing was dying. In the end Storm found something like 115 viruses on it, but she managed to clean it all up by last night. She’s really quite good with the beasts. The kids were playing video games and getting along fairly well for once. It seemed like a not so bad day. Then the phone rang….

Last week I had gotten a letter from the housing authority telling me that they were raising my rent by about $150. Yes, there was a moment of panic before I grabbed the phone and called to ask why. Short background is that my kids were both receiving social security checks each month due to the fact that I am disabled and for a while their father was as well, broke his hip and was down for over a year. When he did go back to work the kids payments were supposed to stop apparently, but they didn’t even though I had told SS he was working and they had it on file he was working. SS dropped the ball. But of course they had to blame someone so they decided it was me and came after me for repayment of their mistaken overpayment. Fine, I adjusted. Then comes my housing reassessment. I’m thinking that my rent is going to go down since the kid’s SS was being withheld for repaying of the overpayment. But noooo…my rent goes up. I call and explain and am told that if I get a letter from SS then maybe they can do a refigure. I dash to the local SS office get said letter and deliver it to housing in person. I’m thinking chaos has been averted, things will be alright now. Wrong again! When the phone rang on Monday it was my housing case worker telling me that they still have to count the kids SS payments as income even though we don’t see a penny of it. So my rent stays up.

Needless to say I completely lost it. Became a huddled mass of dispair wailing at the unfairness of the world and wondering what I ever did that the universe should have it in for me so. Storm was as comforting as she could be with hugs and pats and words of encouragement like ‘it will work out…everything will be fine…we’ll find a way to deal with this’ What else could she say?? My head was throbbing, my stomach churnning and really couldn’t see a way out of it. I wanted to run away, but I had no transportation and I’d never make it far on foot. Somehow I made it into my room and asked for some time alone. I sat on my bed with my face buried in a pillow and sobbed and I had some pretty crazy thoughts. I talked outloud to myself, I ranted and I raved and I mumbled and probably sounded like I was having some kind of breakdown. I’m just so tired of this kind of crap happening to me. Seems like it is a slow downward spiral and just when I think things are going to be alright and I’ve adapted the bottom falls out again. Story of my life, and on Monday I came to that point where I really didn’t see much point in that life going on.

For about 30 seconds…maybe a full minute. Then I grabbed my bootstraps and I pulled. I haven’t gone through all the shit I’ve gone through, the physical pain and problems I deal with on a daily basis, the emotional battles and all the crap I have waded through just getting this far to let something like this beat me. It’s just life and the shit life throws at me passes and I do what I do best….adapt. If there is nothing else I have been able to be an example of to my kids at least I have shown them human adaptability. I’m good at it.

I didn’t know what could come of it but the only thing I could think to do was to go directly to the SS office first thing Tuesday morning and present them with the problem they had created for me and see what could be done. I couldn’t see beyond that one step forward. My brain was too stressed. So I washed my face, brushed my teeth and came out to fix some lunch. Business as usual as my world falls apart around my ears. Storm was glad, but she still kept a wary eye on me the rest of the day. I sat at my computer and I wandered around the net, I even had a fun and somewhat distracting conversation on Twitter.  (Note to whom it may concern: if Drac is having a seriously crappy time and needs comforted and cheered up….sex is always a good bet! Distraction of that nature is always welcome!! That’s just how she works, shouldn’t be a big surprise by now.) Unfortunately, that’s all the distraction I got, but I thank my two Twitter friends for making me feel better for the span of our conversation even though they had no idea.

Tuesday morning came and I felt like warmed over crap scraped from the bottom of hobnail boots. Yeah, I felt rough. It’s so not right to feel hung over when I don’t even drink. I felt as if I would hurl at any moment, but I didn’t. A little protien in the form of boiled egg and my stomach settled. My system is just kind of wierd that way. Finally I knew it was time to go…off to do battle for my paltry way of life. The van had been returned the night before so at least there was that to be glad of and the time alone on the drive in there was nice. I even found a parking space right in front of the building! Things were looking up. I took a number and sat to wait my turn. And to the mother who kept telling her old enough to know better kid to sit still and behave because this was important…don’t bring the little monster next time! And mom with the sticky handed toddler…get a leash! Just sayin’.

There were four windows, three women and one man helping a room full of people there on various missions. I really didn’t want the man to be the one to call my number. I was listening to him as he called other people to his window and he just sounded mean. I didn’t know if I could deal with mean. But of course who should happen to be free when my number came up? Mr Mean Jeans. Who turned out to be very helpful! I explained the problem and at first he said that there wasn’t anything they could do about housing’s rules on what counts as income. I was prepared with a suggestion. Recalculate the repayment. Make it so I paid less and was able to at least keep some of the SS payments each month so that I could cover the raised rent. He said that could be a possibility and he started to do some checking. That’s when the heavens opened and the universe smiled down on me for once brief second. He looked at the case file and said that I shouldn’t have to be repaying anything in the first place. Yes there was an overpay, but because it was on the exhusbands file and it had happened after we were divorced I wasn’t responsible for making sure that the payments stopped when he went back to work. I should have been told I could file for a waiver. Ah yes…the waiver. I had been told this. I had been sent papers to fill out which I had promptly sent back. When the SS payments stopped and I was given the repayment schedule to clear the overpay I had figured the answer to if I could have the waiver had been a big NO. He looked at me rather sheepishly and said something I never thought I’d hear a government employee admit….sometimes they make mistakes and things get lost in the shuffle!! He promptly printed out new forms and said that the kids SS payments would be reinstated, temporarily, until I got the forms all filled out and returned. Seems like my problems are solved.

I don’t trust it. I am through letting myself feel optimistic and letting myself start to hope that things are going to get better now. That’s when I always get the rug pulled out from under me. So instead I will be glad and grateful if this does happen and I will just wait for the next crappy thing to happen to threaten my sanity. Today I take the filled out paperwork back to the SS office and turn them in personally, get a letter stating what’s what so I can get it to the appropriate people. Then maybe things will get back to normal for a little while.

Storm says she’s proud of how well I handled things. I just smile and say thank you. I don’t feel that accomplished. I certainly don’t feel secure. This is just a temporary reprieve until the next crappy thing happens. That’s what I’ve finally accepted about life.

 
I was tagged for this exercise by the delightful @thepinkpoppet and how could I refuse those lips? So here are ten people from my Twitter follow list that I would love to know more about..a few of which I have a bit of a Twitcrush on, but I’m not telling which ones. That’s my secret!

I do hope no one unfollows me for tagging them….
 
@iamHis247, @SensualStories, @PandaDementia, @naughtyeliot,@mydesire, @pantherapardus,@sroxy, @ButchtasticKyle, @CelticFrog, @urban_gypsy

Now I believe I am supposed to list ten truths about myself that might not be known but will help readers get to know me a little. This may be harder than it sounds….

1. I’m the youngest of four siblings but I grew up as the oldest in the pack of their children. So some of my nieces see me more as a friend or big sister than an aunt.

2. I’ve always felt out of place in my family. I swear I was switched at birth! I was always looked at as odd because of my ‘overactive imagination’ and my love of reading. When it was found out that I liked to write my own stories as well I was really seen as the freak of the family! I think now that it was all just some latent thing that manifested in me and just skipped my siblings and a couple of generations. Because one of my nieces is just as ‘imaginative’ as I am.

3. I love to play dress up. One of my favorite wishes is to someday go to a masquerade ball. This also factors in my yearning for roleplay fun. Online roleplaying is great but I’d love to do it in a real life setting sometime.

4. I don’t get jealous of people. I get jealous of things or activities. With one ex it was his car, he talked about it constantly and left me sitting alone a lot while he worked on it. With Storm it varies, right now it’s online poker. She plays it for hours on end and even talks to my neighbor Char on the phone about it because they play on the same site. Maybe if I played I wouldn’t feel so neglected, but I just don’t find the game that interesting.

5. I have the mind of a nymphomaniac. I sometimes worry that I am addicted to sex. But how can I be when I rarely get to have actual sex. I just think about it, read about it, write about it and watch dvds of it as often as I can!

6. I normally masturbate at least once a day…except when Storm is here. There’s just not enough privacy and it’s not something I can do with her in bed next to me playing games on her phone at bedtime. Right about now I’m climbing the walls with frustration and contemplating locking myself in the bedroom for a while.

7. If I had the money I would set myself up in my own place even if it was just a small apartment, as long as it was mine and mine alone. I wouldn’t live there, just go there when I needed time alone.

8. My oldest is approaching 18 and talking about moving out after graduation. Part of me laughs because there’s no way she’s ready for that. Another part of me is eagerly waiting to see if it happens and kind of hoping it does. Does that make me a terrible mother?

9. I’ve had one threesome in my lifetime. But I’m not sure it counts. My cousin and I shared a guy to see which one of us he liked more. He suggested it because we were going to flip a coin and take turns. She and I stayed as far away from each other as we could and kept him in the middle. I think he got the best of the deal. If I ever did it again I’d get to be center stage…I want to be the toy the other two play with

10. I am a complete light weight when it comes to drinking. I never built up a tolerance for it so it doesn’t take much to get me tipsy, half a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonaide for example. But I don’t need to drink to have fun at a bar. The energy coming off the other people is so intoxicating to me that I feel and act almost drunk myself. Maybe I’m some sort of psychic vampire.

So there it is….ten fascinating facts about me…lol!