I have curves and creases.

Hy in the bathtub

Instagram is wonderfully challenging.

I am 39 years old.

I work out occasionally.

I drink wine frequently.

I smoke once a day or once a month.

I watch too much TV.

I don’t read enough.

I eat good food that’s good for me most of the time.

I have curves.

I have creases.

I am a strong, loving mother.

I am a devoted, loyal friend.

I am a horny, needy, kinky, passionate girlfriend.

I failed at my marriage.

I cuss persistently.

I love the fall and winter.

I prefer mint over vanilla.

I need you.

I want you.

I want to make you proud.

I am changing.

I am a lot like you.

Hy in the bathtub

Wet ‘n not-all-that-wild.


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The spark is fading, but I’m not alarmed.

Hy early morning

It’s been a while since I took one of these.

The Neighbor and I have been very loving and close, but have had little to no action this week.  I fondle his balls and get him hard, he squeezes my tits, motorboats me while we make dinner — we touch and bounce and caress — but never fully land on one another.

I’m in that weird safe place that inevitably happens to everyone to one degree or another: the spark is fading.  There’s no danger left between us.  He’s mine.

Nearly every morning I wake him up at 8 am at his place.  I’m either up due to the cat or from taking Peyton to school.  I quietly let myself in and creep back to his room.  His king-sized mattress is on the floor inside his bed frame and I laugh every time I see it.  He’ll be wound up in blankets completely passed out.  Then I peel off my clothes and slip inside the bubble with him, press my cold body against his flaming hot skin.  But that’s all.

There are no blowjobs, no early-morning moaning.  He’s inevitably much too tired and I don’t care to make it happen.  I’m content to let the ebb just be.

There’s a very small voice in the back of my head that is worried, but I’m trying to keep her quiet and enjoy what I have instead.   I’m going to keep my eye on it, unpack its real meaning, ask good questions like, Why does my desire for him go down the safer I feel?

I know that successful erotic couples keep a healthy emotional distance from one another and perhaps he and I have gotten a bit too close.  Maybe we need to renegotiate the boundaries a little, create more mystery and positive tension.  Maybe we need more kink — we’ve been awfully vanilla for months and months now.

I should tie his white ass up and beat it until it’s a bright, cherry red and he’s writhing and begging and panting for release.

Or maybe I’ll just let the ebb do its thing and not worry about it too much and stick to taking pictures for my horny Internet Boyfriend.

Hy shows her tits in the early morning

Well, hello there.




I am honored and a Bad Girl Blogger.

This last week has filled me with bloggy-happiness.  Two of my favorite writers gave me some serious love!

First, HH and Lo gave me a Bad Girl Bloggers Award and second, Molly included me on her 20 of 2014 list.

Making any list or being given any kind of award fills me with pride, but especially with these two.  I cherish their presence in my blogging world.

HH’s writing is delectable and intriguing, the love and humor he finds in his relationship with the insatiable Lo shines through every word he writes.  Sometimes I feel smarter when I’m done reading him.  He’s even written a book!

And Molly is a veritable sex-blogging powerhouse queen.  She reaches out via multiple platforms encouraging us all to let go, be proud, be sexy, be smart, be brave.  I simply don’t know how she does it all and I want to be her when I grow up.

I also greatly appreciate their nods to me because they’re personal.  I pour my heart and soul into A Dissolute Life Means… and I am so honored that people relate to it, to me.

HH’s award comes with a few rules:  If you are a recipient, please choose 3-5 female bloggers who write about sex (or post sexy pics of themselves, or both) that you admire and award them by passing on the award photo above and the rules.  Also, give brief explanations of why you love those bloggers so much.  Be sure to notify your favorite bloggers that they got the award!

However, I’d like to do it a little differently and do quick nod to all those I would’ve given this award to, but they’ve already received it: Molly, Ann, Noodle, Tis, Dawn, Sweet Alice Dawn, Cara, Kayla, Penny, Fatal, Scarlett, Cammies Sisters, LSAM, and Savannah.

As for my noms, there are really only two blogs not mentioned that come to my mind for this and that’s Jade of Kink & Poly and Carina (aka GotN) of Girl on the Net.

  • I love Jade’s open and honest approach to her body and her sex.  Her pictures are wonderfully transgressive and push my limits, but it’s her sweetness that cracks me open a little and draws me in. There’s a lightness there.
  • GotN, on the other hand, doesn’t share images, just her keen observations and baudy stories.  I love the frank approach she takes to discussing her sex life and of sex in general and, like Molly, I want to be like her when I grow up.  Who knew I was such an Anglophile?

UPDATE: I knew I’d get myself into some hot water with this thing.  I racked my brain and scoured my lists, but I was in a rush when I originally wrote this and I was remiss. 

I’d like to add Dumb Domme, Ferns, Jayne, and Anisa to my list below!  And if she’s out there, I also want to mention Greta (fka G) of Filled and Fooled.

  • Ferns is a no nonsense Domme who has taken the brave step of being open about her blog with her lovers.   As such, being open brings its own challenges especially when she doesn’t have a steady beau.
  • Dumb Domme has a razor-sharp wit and big, soft heart.  She recently lost her love to circumstance and her heartbreak is something we can all relate to, D/s or not.
  • Jayne has been a long-standing blogging friend of mine.  Her insightful, tangled, whimsical writings can be haunting, hot, or heated.  She’s been writing through her divorce and is just now climbing up out the other side.
  • Anisa’s blog has changed a lot over the years.  We’ve seen her triumph and we’ve seen her struggle.  She puts her heart on her page and on all of ours.
  • Greta is a SAHM (that’s Stay-At-Home-Mom for those of you kid-free folks) with a bisexual husband.  When the kids are in bed, the kinky fun begins!  She’s also got an amazing pair of knockers.

I love this sex blogging community more than you all know.  Thank you for supporting me!



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TN answers your questions in typical TN fashion.

The Neighbor answering questions was his idea.   I don’t know what I expected, but his answers are soooo him: none of them are more than a couple of lines, he forgot parts of #3 and totally skipped #5 (they’re answered now!), and there isn’t one poetic note in the lot.   Yet, the whole exercise is a love note.  It’s not flowery or sappy or verbose, but it is all him.  All of it.

Incidentally, we agreed that if he didn’t have the questions to me by 1 am last night then I could come over before his alarm went off and stick an ice cube up his ass (we did that once and I think he loved and hated it in equal measures).

His punishment for the incomplete work wasn’t an ice cube, though, it was my icy-cold skin pressed against his hot furry body this morning on my way to work at the ass crack of dawn.  I rubbed his shaved head and massaged his shoulders as he cringed against the early morning wake-up call.  I think it was a perfect punishment.

This entire experiment has been fun and I thank you all for your thoughtful questions, but I have to admit that from my perspective he didn’t give up a whole lot more than what I’ve already shared – have I told y’all he used to play poker for a living?  Yeah, well, he did for more than a year when he dropped out of college.

I’d love to see if you guys feel like you’ve gotten a window into exactly who is TN.  Other than the fact that he is one opaque motherfucking window.  Ha!

Having said that, his answer to Molly’s question (#8) was a total surprise to me.  Thanks to Byn, Savannah Carrier (fka Mrs. Warm Creme), ‘Tis, Jayne, Cara, Lively Wife, Annie, Tongueking and Molly for submitting questions!



1.  TN, what do you love most about Hy?

She’s a genuinely good person, and she’s emotionally open and caring for her friends and for me. Also: ‘dat ass.

2.  If you could invite any of the Hy’s WP friends into your bed to play with you and Hy, who would you choose and why?

I haven’t really met any of her WP friends, so I’d have to let her decide!

3.  TN, what would you say is your best feature? What do you think Hy would say is your best feature? And finally, why?

Beyond some obvious physical attributes it would probably be my protective and very caring personality, and I think she’d agree.  Because it’s something she really hasn’t had in her other relationships to my knowledge… at least not to the extent that she has it now.

TN being sexy in a tub

This man. This body.

4.  TN, Considering all of the history between you two, what do you believe keeps you two together?

Our personalities seem to mesh very well together. She helps me when I’m down, and vice versa.

5. What factor or personality trait does Hy possess to have retained you within the close emotional confines of a relationship? :)

Same as #1 and #4.

6.  If you could take Hy on a date anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?

She’s laughing her ass off at this one. I am *not* a world traveler by any means, and so I’d say that I would take her either out to a wonderful hotel for an entire weekend of spa and fucking, or a ski trip out to Vancouver.

7. Which pair of Hy’s panties are your favourite on her and which are your favourite on you?

She has a *lot* of variety, but my favorite on her would be anything with black lace. Most of them a pretty darn uncomfortable on me for obvious reasons, but she does have one pair though which I seem to remember being white with navy blue polka dots and a little bow on the top. The material is nice :-)

Hy in TN's favorites

All his favorites.

8.  Do you ever take a sneaky read of Hy’s blog?

I did once, very early on after I had heard about it. I didn’t get far – to me this is a very personal outlet for her and I don’t want to violate that. I don’t want her to ever feel like she has to be careful what she says because I’m definitely going to read it – I won’t. I feel like I’m reading someone’s diary.

9.  TN, What was the turning point in the relationship when staying became the best option?

I’m not really sure, it just kind of happened. We’ve had a slow progression for almost three years now,

10. What makes you cum??

That look of lust and the crazed sound of Hy losing her mind every time we fuck

11.  Are you scared that in episodes of distress and arguments, Hy’s writing might have misrepresented you, and if so, – do you care?

Her writings are her own experience. I don’t think they always mirror my own perceptions, but I also don’t think that she’s ever willfully misrepresenting me. It’s hard to say that I wouldn’t care if there are things on her blog that I disagree with, but it doesn’t keep me up at night.

12. TN, having seen pictures of your chunky saucy sexy body, I wonder how you see yourself.  How would you rate yourself, and what is your favorite body part?

I actually struggle a lot with body image, and so overall I see myself unfortunately quite negatively. I’d rate myself a 6 out of 10, best part would be my eyes, my ass, and maybe some other inappropriate areas.

13. tongueking: What is it like having such an sexually aggressive, insatiable cougar to take care of in the bedroom?

Awesome :-)

14.  In your mind whats a perfect day look like? And then a perfect night?

No responsibilities, nothing to do, and good company all day. Night is much the same, but just add a hot meal, wine, and lots of sex!


[Ed. note: TN Tuesdays is a semi weekly meme which will share more of The Neighbor with my Internet Boyfriend.  All photos have his approval before I post them.  As always, he’s eager to see what you guys think and has requested that I share any comments.]


e[lust] #64

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Welcome to Elust #64 -

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #65? Start with the rules, come back December1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

On a special note I want to mention that the judges voting on Elust is often very close, this month more than most. You all do such fine work that it is very hard for us to come up with the final results.

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Ownership: On Sexuality & Feminine Relations

Tool Time

Seven – A Fairytale of Sorts

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

The Love Letter of O
To My Single Submissive Friends – Be Brave

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
What S/He Said: Pressing Stop

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Writing about Writing

How We Talk About Play

Erotic Fiction

The Warehouse
Taking Chance
The Little Mermaid
Trick or Treat
Bad Sex Turns Good
Shall We Dance?
Let’s Play a Game (Spuffy Erotica)

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A MakeLoveNotPorn Reality Check
Pondering Dildos as Art
Where does bdsm come from? Other species/
A Females Perspective on Extreme Feminists

Erotic Non-Fiction

Fucking on Facebook
A lot of Patience
Hands Away
Tall Dark and Handsome Pleasant Surprise
Torture His Balls. Tease His Cock.
Caning Sometime?
I Took my Pony Slave Shopping
Private Dancer
Earning Pleasure The Hard Way
At the Movies

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Finding Shelter in the Shadows.
My First Scarification
Q: “What’s stopping me from reporting owner?”
Squirting…Fact Not Fiction-Part 3

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Shiny Lesbian Syndrome
Losing it, asking for it
How I Handle Being A Parent & Sex Positive
Sex as the most intimate performance
The crowded mirror
Sex Hangover


Penisaurus – a Lusty Limerick


Sex toys are NOT required for fantastic sex
My paint brush is empty.


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I have sex once a week.

I made us a bacon carbonara with butternut squash with some fried sage and lemon zest.  An old friend came over, Peyton cleared the dishes and we all read stories until little top and bottom lashes met and Z’s were had.  With a twinkle in his eye, The Neighbor said he’d wait until my friend left before he’d leave.  “Adults gotta have time alone,” he said into my ear.

We aren’t having tons of sex lately.  I think on average, we have sex about once a week.   It’s a strange balance.  Back when we were a precarious couple we fucked non-stop.  Now that we’re solidly together, it’s once, maybe twice a week if we’re feeling frisky. I’m perplexed at the shift.  I’ve read Mating in Captivity and it explains a lot; it backs up much of what we all already know: We like strange.  And then everything else sort of falls into place from there.

Beyond that, we’re in the stage of maintenance.  We’re figuring each other out, fine-tuning all the ins and outs of our needs.  It doesn’t leave much for sexual exploration or deviancy.  I am just so wrung out at the end of each day.  What he does has little to no effect on my sex drive, either.  Whether we’ve gotten along famously or butted heads it makes no difference: I’m just a whooped ass motherfucker.

But last night, it was the old TN and Hy.  The promise of delayed debauchery kept me on track and after the final hugs goodbye to my dear friend we went immediately to my room and lit candles.  We laid on our sides and talked.  Checked in and tenderly touched with all our words the nooks and crannies of our day.

He’d burned his face with coffee that morning when he’d slipped on a step and had a tiny little fan of red below his right eye, right in all the crows’ feet.  I touched it tenderly and he watched me closely.  When I noticed the look in his eye I moved my hand from his eye to his crotch and found a large, warm and swelling mass of flesh.  Yum.

I worked his cock until it was mostly stiff in my hand then moved between his knees and fell on him with my face.  He wanted me to be extra soft, extra smooth.  I backed off the pressure with both my hand and mouth and let his hard warmth slip through my lips and fingers.

“I’ve had enough,” he said.  “I want to fuck.”

“No,” I replied between sucks.  “Beg for it.”

I closed my eyes and let all of him move over my tongue and through my grip.  I could do this forever, I thought.

He was tentative at first, but once he knew I was serious his urgency increased.  “Please, Hy, please.”  I perked up and waited to hear more.  “Please fuck me.”  It was a whisper now.  “Fuck me, fuck me…”

I popped off of him and looked at his pretty, bearded face.  He froze and looked back at me.  A heart beat or two passed.

“More,” I grunted.  And started sucking again.

His pleas became more urgent, more real.  “Please, please, Hy.  Fuck me.  Let me be inside of you.”  The tone was different and drilled down right inside of me.

Finally, I relented.

He sat up and flipped me over on my back, peeled of my panties and butted the head of his cock at my opening.

“Do you want this?” he asked, staring down at me.

I nodded and he pushed inside, deeply.  I held him there with my ankles linked under his ass.  His breath puffed on my neck.

He moved and he thrust.  I clawed at his flanks.  He rocked and I bucked and moans floated to the ceiling.  Mine and his and all the trivial life things slipped away with each slip of sound.

Our tempo increased and the candlelight flickered on his face.  Without thinking I lifted my hands to his face and covered his eyes.  His hips hit me harder.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

And he was.  The sinews on the backs of my hands cut lines across the boyishness of his face.  His bowed-mouth fell open with the passing of his breath and it caught each time he pushed inside of me.

“So beautiful,” I breathed again.

He began to hammer at me and we twisted and writhed together and contorted our bodies until I came and came and cried out.

“Grab my neck,” he said.

I switched my hands from his eyes to his neck and watched the veins in his neck pop as I squeezed gently.  He ground into me and his cock swelled as I tightened my grip.  I switched back to his eyes and blinded him again.  He moaned, I moaned, and he slammed into me until I screamed with an orgasm.  He stopped and pulsed inside of me.

I lowered my hands slowly and he opened his eyes.

We looked at each other in the dim light.  His eyes glowed, light and clear.

We grabbed the vibrator and repositioned ourselves.  He pumped his cock with his hand and I rocketed out with orgasms and many bursts of sound.

Then once more.

When we were done he kissed me deeply and we laid together and caught our breath.

“That was good,” we said almost together.

It had felt different, somehow.  Sexier.

He gathered his things and got redressed.  When he left I felt solid, content.

If this is the kind of sex we have once a week, I’ll be perfectly content… maybe forever.  I just hope we can make it happen.



My paint brush is empty.

I write about sex here, this is not an online life journal.  It’s a sex blog.  It’s an account of my sexuality and the adventures that come with that.  I’m stingy with the other stuff.  Very.

I’m ok writing about countless sexual encounters, my insipid dating travails, my feelings about The Neighbor and some of our relationship.  I shared with you all a little of my broken heart when I lost a friend last summer and I open up a little on occasion about my ongoing frustrations with my exhusband.  You might remember I have difficult, complicated relationships with my mother and sister.  My father was a bastard, but is dead.  I miss my baby when it’s not my turn for custody.

But what’s left to share when I don’t feel like shagging?

I can’t share what I do for a living, where I live, or who my friends are.  I try to mix things up to keep the vibe of what I share truthful without giving away accurate details.

I could write volumes more if I opened the doors, but I don’t feel like I’m allowed.  I’m not certain it would ruin my life, but it’s possible and I’m not at all willing to take that chance.  We don’t like it when people are open with their sexuality or opinions on sex.  Teachers and state representatives better never show their tits online.   I certainly don’t want people I work with professionally seeing my breasts and knowing how I like it in bed.  Yet, here I am, compelled to risk it all because I need this space for something.  At least I used to.

I’m at an impasse.  My writing has waned, or at least the urge to write has.  I don’t feel negatively towards the blog, but I don’t feel positively towards it, either.  I get lots from it, but it also takes a lot.  I’m feeling less inclined to open up and share because I have less to share about my sex life.

I look at other longtime bloggers and see what they’ve done with their spaces.  Many of them have monetized their spaces brilliantly and others have become little sexy cottage industries.  I admire their fortitude and work ethic.  I look at myself and don’t see it happening.  I’m self-hosted and have the ability, but I don’t know what to do with the opportunity.  I’m overwhelmed.  I’ve thrown together an Amazon shop, but that’s it.

And these other bloggers, they haven’t seemed to paint themselves into such a corner as I have; they have other avenues of expression that they’ve worked out that don’t revolve around the sex they have.

On top of all that, I don’t feel sexy.  Ugh.

I’ve gained a couple of pounds, I’m constantly tired, I’m choked with fear about my financial situation, TN and I are wading through the doldrums of stability and a long-term relationship.  I’m working so goddamned hard at important, life-altering things that I have zero energy left for passion or creativity.  And I’m sad.  I miss being excited about my body and my art.

This blog used to be an oasis in the desert of my life, but these days it’s like it’s evaporated into a mirage.  My body and its pleasures are like an old memory I smile at when lost in thought.  I barely even masturbate anymore.  I’m tapped out.

I have to figure out what I’m going to do here.  I have some ideas — I still have hot sex on occasion — but I’m wrung out and I’m scared and I’m tired and I’m bored.  With my life, my lover, myself. I’ve lost something over time, it’s slowly leaked out of me.  Or maybe I’m just tired.  Pinched and wilted and dry, forgotten flowers in a pretty vase.

I am a horrible mess of a woman lately.  I’m painstakingly sifting through my life to untangle the negatives I was hand-fed growing up.  I’m struggling, but I’m committed to being as patient as possible about the process in general, but it still takes the winds out of my sails and that fucking sucks.

I wish I could work on all the important emotional things and still want to fuck my brains out. 

Fucking is fun, it’s fantastical, it’s freeing.  This other work robs from me the one thing I have always felt was a way to define who I was: sex.

Growing up my mother said, No, Hyacinth!  No, no, no!  You’re not to feel that way!  You’re not to want those things!  You’re not to need this, that, or the other.  Don’t be that way!  And as a young adult I used sex (and drugs) to differentiate myself from her… all without her knowing.  I did what I wanted the way I wanted when I wanted.

After the divorce, and a long relationship with a man who wasn’t unlike the dominant voice in my ear as a child, I used sex (and alcohol) to differentiate myself once again.  Like an adolescent, all over again, wild and wanton.  Dissolute.

Only this time, I had more success without all the fallout.  I kept an eye on my behavior and didn’t go off the rails like I did as a young woman.  I created a blog where I could channel my behaviors and become a writer, an artist, not just a woman who was fucking through her grief and secretly piecing herself together probably for the first time in her life.

My mother still doesn’t know about the woman I am, but at least I have friends and a lover who do and who love me anyway.  Maybe I need to sit with this a little more and I’ll come back to my body sooner than I think and I’ll get to slip back into my sexy pants.  Then I’ll have lots of sexy shit to share and this blog will be busy and thrumming with energy and sex and love and lots of Hy’s words.

All I know is that I’m ready whenever I am; to have lots of sloppy sex so I have the paint in which to dip my blogging brush and make beautiful, sexy art.   I want to fill the pages here with over-flowing content that titillates both you and  — just as importantly —  me.  This space is my blank canvas.  I guess I’ll just have to wait for inspiration.










Friday, October 31st, is VAMP Boobday!


You ladies really pulled this one off.  I know that VAMP was a difficult theme, but I am so very impressed with what you all came up with!

Pics vary from femme fatale to lots of curves to strapped up and cinched.

Happy Halloween, everyone!! Enjoy all the VAMP-Y tits!!

Next month’s theme is DUPLICATE.  Find a picture from the Boobday Archives and replicate it as exactly as you can.  Send me both the original and your interpretation and I’ll splice them together for a side-by-side comparison.  Any picture is eligible!  I’m also going to want to know why you chose that photo to copy.  Don’t worry, I’ll remind you of all of this closer to the date.



  1. Pics must be yours.  If you’re a man who would like to see his friend’s tits here, she must email them to me.

  2. Send pics to hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com with the subject line with that month’s Boobday theme no later than Thursday at midnight, your time.  If I receive submissions Friday, it may not appear on that month’s post.

  3. Please tweet about Boobday with the #Boobday hashtag.

  4. Please leave a comment on other Boobday participants’ blogs, as well as here.

  5. Pics can be of breasts in any state of dress.  Cocks and props are also welcome, but the woman must be the centerpiece.  Read the State of the Boob Union for more info.

  6. Anyone who identifies as having breasts is welcome to submit a photo.  This isn’t limited to the cisgender definition of a woman.

  7. You must link back to my Boobday page or my post for that day.BoobdayBanner

  8. Snag the code from the sidebar and paste in the TEXT tab of your post (if using WP), or copy and link to http://adissolutelifemeans.com/boobday.

  9. For every Boobday submission, send an email with all of the following info:

    1. an email with the theme name in the subject line

    2. an attached pic

    3. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

    4. if you want to be anonymous or not

    5. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

    6. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me and only posted on the last Friday)

    7. make sure your phone and/or camera does not keep your location information! 

    Emails sent to me with all of this info plus the theme will be given preferential treatment.  I will not look up links.


My VAMP tits:

Hy gets all vampy

Vamps wear feathers, right?

NOT my VAMP tits:

SinDoll 103114 VAMP

The Sin Doll started all of this last month when she turned in this pic and I saw her sexy, vampy nails. @thesindoll

I chose this photo because I like the contrast between my red nails and pale boobs. :)


Mz Hyde 103114 VAMP

Meet Mz Hyde and her lovely TN doppelganger BF.

Here’s the BF and me, VAMP style.  Do you know how many times we had to practice to get the perfect shot for your blog?  Wink, wink.  It was incredibly fun!!  Thanks for the inspiration.


Mrs WC 103114 VAMP

Mrs. Warm Creme pokes through just a little.


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A delicious close up.  And yes, totally acceptable.

My husband convinced me that I should do this again! I don’t exactly have a “vamp” themed outfit. I hope this is acceptable.


Jade 103114 VAMP

Jade oozes vamp. I adore this pic. @piecesofjade

I chose this one because I loved the way the colorization deepened the shadows and gave me the illusion of curves. Sometimes it’s hard not having a gorgeous, curvy bosom in a world that equates curves with femininity and sexiness, so it’s nice to be able to pretend once in awhile – but isn’t that what Halloween is all about? Getting to play dress-up? :-)


Ann 103114 VAMP

Ann shows off that hot bod of hers for us. Yes, that’s @annstvincent.

I chose this photo because it is the image a lover would see of me in my favorite position. I’m wearing a collar given to me by Ariel, my first significant lover after the split from my ex. I’m also sporting some bruise art on my breast and shoulder from Andrew…several days old and it’s still quite noticeable.


Beck 103114 VAMP

@BeckandherKinks happened to have a vampire-bite tattoo laying around. I think it’s brilliant.


SassyCat 103114 VAMP

The thing I love the most about this image is the little pit of chain that’s hanging down in the exact line of her cleavage. @SassyCat3000

VAMP. “Seductive Woman. A woman uses her sexual attractiveness for the seduction & manipulation of others.” I sure do enjoy to tease others. Giving just enough, cleavage is tempting & teasing.


Cara 103114 VAMP

The splayed, dark nails, the full mouth, the red bra falling out of her shirt. Cara is the definition of vamp. @theron_cara


Dawn 103114 VAMP

I love how if you look closely enough, you see so much more than you think of Dawn.

It’s late, I’m just back from holidays, I didn’t have much time to take pictures… So I hope this one will do :-)


Penny 103114 VAMP

Penny got this one just right. This is hot and sexy and a little campy all at once. That’s a fleshlight, by the way. A VAMPIRE FLESHLIGHT. @pennysblog


Tis 103114 VAMP

Tis NAILED IT. I love this pic so much I want to climb inside that thing she’s zipped into.

When I thought of Vamp, I thought of old horror movie posters and tried to mimic that feel with effects I used in my pic.
BiSexual Minx 103114 VAMP

@BisexualMinx is back! Along with her Vampire lover!

MY Dracula has me under his spell… but cannot hide from the camera.


La Shonna 103114 VAMP

I cannot speak to the authenticity of La Shonna’s blood, but it’s vampy, indeed. @sunshyne0915

Being a vamp isn’t just in the way I see myself. It’s the feel of my own caress. Kiss mark
Marian 103114 VAMP

Sweet Marian Green vamps it up in simple black.

I’m not one who ever feels vampy, the dangerous femme fatal, but when I think of that type of attitude and confidence, I think cleavage. So here is my cleavage even though I wasn’t feeling particularly vampy when I took the photo.

I have a few of reminders and updates for you!

Hi Internet Boyfriend!

It’s been a busy few days!  As some of you may have read, Noodle came down for a quickieA quickie visit, that is, don’t get too excited!  Since she left Sunday I’ve been busy hustling my booty, calling student loan people, doing laundry and my mommy thing, and cuddling the shit out The Neighbor.  It’s been a great and fast few days.  I even missed the Two Truths and a Lie game Ann hosted.  I’ll try to do better next time, but it looks like a lot of you were able to play and congrats again to ‘Tis for rockin’ it!

I’ve also been doing a bunch of work here on the blog.  My aim is to always keep it interesting — how long can one possibly blog about orgasms and boyfriends and boobs, anyway?  To that end, I have a few updates and reminders:

1.  Boobday lands on Halloween this year and the theme is, VAMP.  What does VAMP mean to you?  It can be anything at all.  My image isn’t very vamp-y when you first look at it, but I felt vamp-y, so that’s all that matters.  Get creative and don’t be shy!

Please get me your pics NO LATER THAN MIDNIGHT THURSDAY.  Midnight your time is perfectly acceptable.

2.  Be sure to send me your questions for The Neighbor I’ve gotten some pretty fantastic ones so far, but I’m gonna leave the question-gathering open a bit longer.  My hope is to publish his answers next Tuesday.

3. I’ve started an Instagram account.  Don’t ask me why, exactly, but I did and it’s been a real kick so far.  Apparently Instagram is secretly a dick farm.  I can’t tell you how many  wieners I’ve been DM’d.  Kinda ridick.  Pun intended.  Anyway, if you want to get a bunch of random dudes sending you pictures of “their” giant hardons (because all men have huge dicks, right?), then IG is the place to be!

It’s also where you can find more titty pics of me (in case you haven’t already gotten your fill — don’t worry, I don’t blame you if you have!).  I’m trying to get the idea out there that you don’t have to look like a MAXIM girl in order to be sexy.  You just gotta work it.  Size 12’s holla!

If you want to be featured on my IG account, email me a pic and I’ll see what I can do!

4. I’ve set up a little shop for you guys of some of my favorite things!  In case you’re looking to treat yourself with some soft jammies, a killer massager, or some great sex-positive reading I’ve got a few ideas for you!

5. I’ll be doing my very first review later this week!  Expect to see that tomorrow-ish.  You might be surprised by what I have to say about the Doxy massager!  Hint: it’s good!

Thanks for sticking around.  You guys mean the world to me.



I never want the space.


He sleeps quietly beside me.

He keeps to his side.

He stretches and rolls over for me.

I reach for him.

He never turns away.

We tangle and touch and move and moan. We get wet and warm. Smile and smile and smile.

The clock watches.

He huffs and frowns, forced to leave.

Clothes cover his pale nakedness.

I have the bed to myself.

I never want the space.