Friday, December 23rd, is Boobday!

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I really and truly have so much respect for parents of more than one kid and endless awe for anyone who’s doing it alone.

I’ve been alone with my sister’s 3 small children (plus my own who’s the oldest) since Tuesday afternoon and I feel like a twisted rag.  Small hands tugging on me, constant demands for this or that, spats about literally everything imaginable, tears, whacks, pouts, giggles, hugs, smiles, you name it and it’s happened here in the past 72 hours.

I wouldn’t call this fun, but I haven’t been this happy in months.  I’m with people who love me and when I think about it I well up with tears.  My sister has given me thousands of dollars over the course of the year because she makes more than she needs and she knows I need it.  My brother-in-law wants me to move in with them.  The kids think I walk on water.

My sister and her husband come home tomorrow, but I almost don’t want them to.  It’s been so nice being surrounded by the chaos and the love, like a force field against the world.

It’s also been fun texting with the 21 yo soldier I sat next to flying into SFO…

Merry Christmas, everyone!!

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:

My shirt says “I believe” with a smiling Santa.

 

NOT my tits:

Kim’s holidays are a lot sillier than mine!  Love you, Kim!

Wishing all boobie lovers from across the globe a very merry Christmas, may this time be filled with peace, love and joy and surrounded by precious family and friends xxx

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Shibari ropes redefine Sandy’s curves.

This time there were plenty of boob pics.

 

Click below for more awesomeness!!


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Photo courtesy of Sex is My New Hobby

Welcome to Elust 89

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 #90 Start with the rules, come back January 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

When the Tears Finally Came

The pure and simple truth

One Down

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Disabilities & Submission, Part 2: I Say No

UnRepentant Darkness

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Hoar Frost…

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
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!

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Hold me down
Keeping me chaste
Say My Name
The Little Things
Struggle…
Learning To Truss
A New Use
My Mania is My Drug
Life as a Laissez-Faire Domme

Erotic Fiction

Watching
Candy, Caned
Jax and Rickie’s First Kiss
New Collar

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Why You Should Make a Sex Tape
And the winner is…doggy style!
Pleasantville: The Promise of Trump’s America
Bdsm reasons for not hitting children
An Open Letter to MrHankeysToys.com

Erotic Non-Fiction

The Fun Of Being Stripped Of Wet Running Kit!
I want to lick your pussy some more
KIDNAP – a story of fear, pain and sex
Sybian
Well, that’s new…
Objectionable Hair – A Lady’s Taboo

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

UnPartnered
The Cub
I still have hope
A Baker’s Dozen #fucketlist

Poetry

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Elust 88

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.

Friday, December 2nd, is Boobday!

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Happy Friday, y’all!!  In case you missed it, my dear friend Molly has released the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2016 List!!  Go check it out and spread the love!  I can’t wait to read and meet all the new people!!

Hope you guys have a brilliant first weekend of December!!

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:

Doesn't everyone do this after a shower??

Doesn’t everyone do this after a shower??

NOT my tits:

For a first time submission, Devon fucking nails it. So much to love about this.

For a first time submission, Devon fucking nails it. So much to love about this.

Hope all is well in your world this week. This is my first submission. Caught a glance of myself in one of my fave pics as I changed and thought I had to try and catch it.

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I would love to snuggle up with Sandy. So warm, so soft...

I would love to snuggle up with Sandy. So warm, so soft… Also: BEST PART OF MY DAY ALWAYS.

End of the day, setting the girls free

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Think about this: It's spring where Kim is! Loving her tan lines!

Think about this: It’s spring where Kim is! Loving her tan lines!

Good Morning Boob World 🙂

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Miss Ellie is gettin’ nice and freaky. I love the shapes of her hair against her breasts.

This was the first time I really enjoyed using nipple clamps!!

Click the thumbnails below to see who else is strutting their stuff!

 


I’m not all ice and black heart.

Luke and I have been talking every single day for weeks now and it is this lone connection that reminds me I have a soft, gooey center beneath my icy demeanor.

For almost two years now my world has been a landscape of slate and black.  Jagged, torn edges that have left me bereft and alone.  The Neighbor’s abrupt departure from my life shone a light on how I have avoided intimacy my entire life, how its light scorched me like the sun upon a vampire, and in the ensuing months I have bumbled along self discovery and acceptance: I have intimacy issues.

Me, who opens up and shares the most intimate of details of her sexual life with virtual strangers.  Me, who entertains gaggles of friends with her lewd stories and tearful sharings of dead fathers and complicated mother relationships.  Me, who bares her body for tens of thousands of pairs of eyes and who elicits both hateful and lustful responses in equal measure and weathers them all with unapologetic and not not disdainful aplomb.

Yes, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:

I’m a motherfucking mess.

Man after man — 14 this year alone, I think, plus the handful that I haven’t mentioned — have added to the bleak illustration of my life, some post-apocalyptic land where even the lightening bug’s glow is dim.   None have given color, none have inspired.  I have been free of a muse for too long, drained of inspiration and weighted down by the pressure to impress and be loved by the masses, but I am feeling color seep back in.  Because of him.

We may never meet.  We may never touch.  We may never taste one another, but what has happened is a tiny little fire has been lit inside.  The tiniest, just ever so, like the little diamonds in the slim band upon my finger.  It is there.  I can feel it.

I am no longer filled with dread when I think to write and the words spill out of me much like school children down the sidewalk after school: freely, with some joy, and with purpose.

I tease him about talking to me — he’s far too sweet for the likes of me.  “You’re a smooth talker,” he replies.

“Tell that to me when you’re between my legs,” I say.  “Then I’ll believe it.”

He persists in smearing color on me.  “You’re a great person.  You need to appreciate that.  I know there’s a big heart within that ice block,” he laughs.  Then adds, “For the record, you’ve never seemed as cold as you think.”

I’ve been cast a bright line to the old palette I used, rich in color and light.  His kindness, his ever-present warmth, his sweetness.  After years of grey to see this sliver of color I find myself almost afraid.  Afraid to reach for it, afraid to believe in it.  But I can’t deny that it’s there.  That little ember, ever so small, lit within me.

And I can almost breathe again.

 

My little diamonds.

My little diamonds.

Friday, November 25th, is Boobday!

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Sorry for the late posting!  There was literally no way in hell I could have gotten it up unless I’d written it 2 weeks ago!  This week has been balls to the wall; I’ve barely even slept!

Anyway, I hope all my fellow Americans had a lovely Thanksgiving Day and many thanks to everyone for being so wonderful to me throughout the last few months.  I’m beginning to feel more like Hy and this blog is becoming more and more attractive to me.

Lots of turkey love from me to you!

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:

Rounds above bars.

Rounds above bars.

NOT my tits:

Long lost Anonymous Aussie is here looking divine!

Long lost Anonymous Aussie is here looking divine!

Love Friday, the end of the working week & time to let it all hang out, literally.

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Kim hunts for the perfect thing to wear.

Kim hunts for the perfect thing to wear.

Deciding what to wear, hence the peek of my open cupboard😊

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Sandy getting cozy.

First morning in the new apartment.

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Sexy sexy Selina in her LBD.

Sexy sexy Selina in her LBD lingerie.

I’m thankful for black lace nighties!

 

Click below for other hotties!