Friday, January 13th, is Boobday!

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Such a wonderfully busy week; I haven’t had a minute to spare and Thursday I spent in a fog recovering.  I have two stories to share — one with Franklin and one with another fella, Martin — and more general thoughts about my new pursuits.  N. Likes also helped me with my OKCupid profile and he gave some extremely interesting — if not exceedingly frustrating — advice, which I need to still process.

Thanks, as always, to the lovely humans who’ve sent in their images and to all the bloggers who link up.  You’re all da bomb.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

  1. If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

I love the winter.

NOT my tits:

I love the sprawl, the necklace, the ease in Miss Over 50’s frame. Beautiful!

I loved modeling my new leather dress and my hubby enjoyed unzipping it…fun times for both.

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Do you see how the loop in Kim’s necklace mimics the curve of her breasts?

Friday Smiles ☺, not entirely pleased with this view, but WTF!

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Miss Ellie’s nipple piercings make me miss mine.

Something special for Friday the 13th!  What do you guys think of the look?

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I love this pic of Sandy. There’s something so raw about it.

Shame they won’t let me workout topless. I don’t want to put the bra on.

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Adriana’s mind is playing tricks on her currently. This is a stunning image. The colors, the costume.

Despite incredibly cold temperatures, I showed up to the boyfriend’s place in my favorite winter trench coat, thigh high stockings, black heels, & little else. We managed to warm things up quite nicely.

 

Be sure to check out the other beauties below!


I’m free.

I have officially admitted to myself that I would like to find love.  I have ceased taking on any new men.  I have changed profiles to fit the new standard.  I have spoken with men on the phone.  I have written lengthy reply emails.  I am also unprepared.

There are so many layers to my life that I believe opts me out of any sane man’s world.  Hy, my need to expose myself, my writing, my kinks.  Do you know of any guy who wants to partner up with a woman who’s into triple digit lovers now, who shares intimate details of her sex life and thoughts, has thousands of Instagram followers for her alter ego, and who is comfortable living a double life for as long as necessary?

The special thing about Luke is that he met me as Hy first.  The hard part is done.  He accepts me for who and what I am.  The real life aspects are all just a bonus — my career, my child, my life — but going the other direction feels like rubbing a cat from tail to head.  It’s just awkward, unfulfilling, and might get you bitten.  In other words: hard.

I feel trapped by who I am and by my fear of rejection.

Nothing has happened — everything is calm — it’s just a waiting game now to see where all these trails go with the men currently in my life.  The lawyer, the martial artist, the sub PhD, the sweet Lothario, the sugar daddy, the dom, the mother lover, the special ops guy, the baby soldier.  The handful of others whom have yet to make a stronger impression.

Love enters our lives, right?  We don’t force it to happen, yet I find myself not willing to change much about my own self in order to find it.  Giving up Hy and this writing would be a colossal mistake. Giving up on my desires and wants and curiosities, too.  My deeply felt connections.  They’re all me, after all, and if I hide one aspect from a potential mate it feels disingenuous, like a charade.  I only want a man who wants all of me and not one layer less.

I’m terrified to discover I’m as alone as I feel, but there’s only one way of testing my theory and it isn’t cocooned in my little fuck-buddy-bubble.  It’s out there.

And so I wait in my gilded cage.  A longing woman behind her own self-imposed bars who watches the world with sad, old eyes.  Who sees the youthful couples plunge headlong into lifelong promises of love and babies, the lucky others hold tight to their nice-smelling, kind and strong, matching pieces, and the rest who bump along either indifferent or longing, like me.  Perhaps I’ll figure a way out on my own.  Perhaps someone will show me the way.

No where to go.

 

Friday, January 6th, is Boobday!

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First week of 2017 is in the books!  How’d it go for y’all??  Me, it’s been alright.  I realize I need to spruce up my last post and put in a bunch of hyper-links and better explain myself.

For the record: I’m not quitting men or sex.  No one is becoming celibate or looking for a husband!  Some of y’all sure are creative with your interpretations!

No, really.  Some of you thought that!

Lots of love to everyone who makes Boobday such a wonderful booby-ful day!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

  1. If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

By the holiday lights…

NOT my tits:

Sandy is a real trooper. Seeing her lay here like this, sick and feverish, made me think about how natural breasts are. Full, always there, whatever we want them to be.

I’ve been home sick. Totally forgot what day it is. Here’s your 102.6 fever boobs

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Kim shrugs into 2017.

Summer, pool-side markings are coming on nicely.  Been acting like a grown-up for a change and using sun block!!

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Marie is participating for the first time and allowed me to make some edits. I softened the light and obscured her identity a bit (I’m just a nervous nelly that way). I love her stance here, her resolution in an ordinary living room. Welcome, Marie!

Don’t like my body, but doing something about it this year. 39 years old but never too late to work on it and regain my confidence.

Be sure to click on the links below to see who else is participating!


Friday, December 30th, is Boobday!

hy_tits_bannerWell, as my friend, Jack, used to say, “Fuck me with a rake.”

I cannot wait for 2016 to be over; I don’t even like the sound of it in my mouth.  Twenty-seventeen has such a better clip to it.  We English speakers grab our lip with the V and and hold the tongue against our teeth for the N.  It feels like sexual move, to be honest.

As I predicted two weeks ago I’m ending the year sick, though “sick” isn’t quite right.  I’m just unwell.  Something has attacked me this year, mind, body and spirt.  Simultaneously, many things have fought against it all right along side of me.  My generous sister, friends, and dozens of incredible strangers have all given their love, support, and even money to help me get through this year.  To them I am forever and eternally grateful.  Thank you.

Twenty-sixteen was the year a drop in income coincided with an increase in expenses, both of which were significant and uncontrollable.  My hope is that 2017 is the year I claw my way out of all of it.  The financial crisis, the health weirdness, the loneliness.

That poll I took a few weeks back determined that y’all kinda like the Boobday name, so I guess I’ll leave it as is (for now), but expect a few new things this year.  I’d like to broaden the reach and gather more bodies to share.  If anyone has ideas as to how to achieve this, email me!  I’d love to hear them.

Ok, I need to shut up and post!

I love you all, so so so so very much and I am so grateful to host this little meme each week.

xx

Hy

PS: I’ve set the link up for 24 hours from the time I post, so feel free to link up tomorrow!

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

  1. If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Rolled out of bed — as usual — and found the light.

 

NOT my tits:

We get a sneaky peek of Kim’s smile!

Farewell 2016,crossing fingers and legs (OK maybe not legs LOL;)) for a fuck-load better 2017. Have fun and be safe everyone, Mwah from SA xxx

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Kate has participated in the past, but took a break. Here she is again exploring her feminine side with us.

Even though I’m not a cisgender woman this gives me the change to express my female side and what’s inside.  I feel safe and accepted with your blog community and you as the host.  Im going through a lot now and will be this upcoming year so this helps.

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Beam me up, Sandy!

The after affects of a long time in the nipple pumps.

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Click the images below to see who else is participating!:


Friday, December 16th, is Boobday! (And it’s my anniversary!)

hy_tits_bannerIt’s my 5th anniversary, to the day; such a strange feeling.

I’ve made incredible friends I hope to know the rest of my life, pushed myself to grow as a woman, mother, and artist, and been warmly accepted by an incredible community of other writers, advocates, and artists (see my blogroll on the sidebar).

This blog has changed my life. Thank you so much for coming along with me on this journey.  You all mean so much to me, Internet Boyfriend!

This week I kept it simple with loose breasts under a tank top out at the dog park, just plain and real.  I think it’s a fitting marker for 5 years.  No fanfare necessary.

Love you all so so much.

Have a great weekend!!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

  1. If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the body positive love!

My tits:

Mm, coffee.

NOT my tits:

Kim is getting goofy this week!

Abusing the Xmas decorations LOL 😉

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Selina plays with stripes and shadows.

Love this shadow effect

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Sandy answered the call for tit pics.

Boy toy send [a meme asking for titties] so I sent the below pic as response.

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Click below for more Boobday fun!!

 


In and behind the light.

Such a metaphor for my life.

Bathed in shadow.

 

Covered in light.

Both me.

See who else is participating by clicking on the lips below:

 

Sinful Sunday

Friday, December 9th, is Boobday!

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I want to take Boobday to the next level and am contemplating a name change.  I worry that “Boobday” makes it sound less beautiful, less important, less impactful.  But maybe that’s just me?

So, having said that, I need your help!  If you have a second, please answer these questions (you can pick more than one answer for the second poll) and I’ll go from there.  Hopefully more than one person shares their answers!

Keep in mind what my mission is for Boobday:

To provide a safe place where women can display their bodies to both feel empowered and to empower others, to embrace body love and positivity and eschew body shaming,  and lastly to show that confidence, sexiness, and health come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and origins. 


Ok, guys.  Lets get to gettin’.

Here are our 2 regular lovely ladies for your viewing pleasure.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

  1. If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

A little of the Southwest for you…

NOT my tits:

Sandy shows us how what a nipple + suction syringe look like.

10hrs together yesterday with the boy toy. Many erotic pics. Only one of my boobs :-/

Sweet Kim couldn’t remember if she’d ever sent this one in before. I’m pretty sure she hadn’t!

Hanging free 🙂

Click on the thumbnails below for more beauty and awesomeness!


They hang just like this.

Instagram-approved.


They also come complete with nipples.

Too nipple-y for IG.


And a smirk.  

[Ed. Note:I sent this to Luke yesterday because he has a thing for hosiery.]

I still have hope.


I have been sick for most of 2016. It began in January with a fever of 103 and is ending with laryngitis and tight lungs, the diagnosis of which will be determined this afternoon in the doctor’s office.

I am exhausted.

I have lost my muse, my cat, by many accounts even my dignity — let’s not even discuss the White House — but I haven’t lost my hope.

I hope 2017 is better than ever.

I hope that little ember I feel continues to grow.

I hope my heart continues to swell with love and light.

I hope to grow my bank account.

I hope to build stronger bonds with my loved ones.

I hope we fight to keep the world progressing.

I’m not hiding anymore pretending to have it all figured out. I’m struggling, working hard, fighting back. Everything has burned to the ground, but there is new life. It’s the way of things.  I’m still alive.  I’m still doing the things I love.

I gripped the balcony railing on the 21st floor as the owner of the condominium buried his face in between my cheeks. The city lit up below me and the cold breeze swirled around us, his wet tongue and puffs of breath hot on my skin. His moans of pleasure matched my own.  I imagined it was Luke and smiled.

I enjoy men in new ways, brighter ways now. There are no ties which bind, no words that bond. I am free as a bird and light as a feather.  This is fun again and without the stench of desperation flogging me on.

He had me keep my boots on when we came inside and made sure I noticed the sliding closet doors which were mirrors when I undressed and laid down.

He was hard and felt good; he loved my pussy, came quickly, and promptly fell asleep. I did too.

Just before dawn I crept out of bed and opened the blinds which faced east and watched the rose gold light spill into downtown like phantom lava. The reflection on the buildings sparkled and where the light met the night was a beautiful dark hue of blue, like my eyes in the dark I imagine.

I redressed and woke him up to say goodbye. “I have to take care of the dog,” I explained to his unasked question.  He’d mentioned earlier in the night that he wanted to have champagne and brunch with me.

In the long elevator ride back down I looked at my reflection. I saw a woman who never stops looking, who never gives up. I saw her hope.

I also saw a woman who lives her life as largely as possible.

This year may have tripped me up and beat me down with all its curve balls, but it hasn’t erased the core of me: an artist, a lover, a good woman.  I am tougher than 2016.  I am still here and I’m not going anywhere.

You’d never guess.


Honestly, you probably wouldn’t expect this to come from the woman that is me you’d see on the street or in the grocery store.   The woman with her hair tangled in her purse strap fumbling with her phone.

I’m just your average woman, quite plain, mostly unassuming.  You might notice me if I bumped into you because I’d be sure to apologize, but I’m otherwise remarkably forgettable.

You’d never guess I was capable of a photo like this.  You’d never guess what lay beneath the clothes and social graces.  You’d never guess who I really am.
You’d just never guess.

And I like it that way.