I really don’t have anyone.

For the first time since November of 2010 I don’t have a single person to send a nude to.  For real. Nada, no one, zilch.  Why?  Because no one deserves one, frankly.

I’m trying to keep a stiff upper lip (and resolve) about the men in my life.  I just keep hearing what I posted yesterday in my mind, “I can only make everyone else’s life so easy before I just call myself a doormat with a pussy,” and it’s keeping me from doing the thing I always do, which is to wait long enough until I’m efficiently inoculated to the terrible behavior I’ve suffered at their hands and reach out.

I do it with men, I do it with my family, I do it with friends.  I do all the labor, all the time.

That’s not to say I’m perfect – far from it – but I show up and I follow through without fail every time and with every one.  I’m also sweet, apologetic, and admit fault immediately if there is any at my feet. My biggest fear is that if my requirement for someone to get in my pants – or my life – is to actually be present and weather their own terrible behaviors like I do mine, then I may be alone forever.

Then again, “Doormat with a pussy.” Ugh.

I may be the most enlightened, hard up and lonely I’ve ever been in my life.  I want to cry, call everyone up and apologize and make plans and fuck fuck fuck like it was my last day on earth, epiphany be damned!!

But I won’t.

I don’t think I can and while that’s exciting on the one hand (yay, growth!), it’s totally terrifying on the other (boo, scary unknown!).

In the meantime, please send noodz; this attention whore needs as many friends as she can get.

If a nude is taken with no one to see, does it make a dick hard?

 

 

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Friday, April 5th, is Boobday!

Hy tits banner in black and white v neck t shirt

Apologies for the late posting, but none of my shit was cooperating – still no clue what’s going on, but it just took foreverrrrrrr for everything load and open and blah blah blah, blah blahbityblah.

But here it is!  The linky tool changed, so if there are any glitches, lemme know.

I’ve been vegging out on the couch all day re-watching the last season of Game of Thrones.  Fuck, that show is good.

Also, I feel like Goldilocks.  The bed is always either too hard or too soft…

Love you all!

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:

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)

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:

Black and white photo of Hyacinth leaning over a white bed in only her white lace underwear
Just leaning in…

NOT my tits:

 

Sandy making me want to where checkers, too!

Someone went home shirtless 😁

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Miss B rocking her gifts.

The attached picture is a beautiful handmade bra I received last week as a gift. I’m looking forward to wearing it under the sheer blouse picture I submitted for Boob Day last week.

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Friday, March 1st, is Boobday!

Hy tits banner in black and white v neck t shirt

Ahhhhhh, March!  In 13 days I’ll board a plane and cross the Pond and land in my fairy tale land, London Town.  Ten days later I’ll board another plane, cross back over the Pond and cry my eyes out as I return to real life.

It would also appear that my time doing February Photo Fest got me back in fine blogging form seeing as I had this post at middle midnight!

Let the countdown begin to the best part of my year!

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:

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)

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!

Feels good to be back in a selfie.

NOT my tits:

Miss B basking in the sun.
This photo was taken on my home balcony on a very cool day by my photographer boyfriend.  It was a quick picture!

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I reallllly wish we could see Sandy in that reflection, too.

Post workout boobs


I’m dunzo.

Cried in therapy about my sadness today.

She doesn’t know why no one wants to date me. Four men in my whole life have ever wanted to and obviously none of those were the best fit. Hundreds have wanted to fuck me, though. They’re lining up practically.

“If they actually knew you, Hy, they’d want to! Not that they’d know you like I do, but…” her voice trailed off. “But you are so sexy and so big. I don’t think most men can handle it.”

Her little blue eyes sparkled at me surrounded by wrinkles.

“Everyone wants to date Hy,” I said, “and that’s the real me. I just don’t know how to get anyone to get to know me in real life.

“I don’t have any opportunities. Work isn’t an option and when I don’t have Pey I work long hours. All I have is online – like everyone else – but how can anyone know me in one date or in 4 weeks? It’s all set up for me to be meaningless to them.

“Look at Early Afternoon Lunch Guy. There’s a reason I didn’t program him in to my phone. What’s the fucking point??”

I began to tear up when I told her I’d programmed my Saturday night lay into my phone.  The Golfer.  His real name is almost a “Chad.”

We’ve been sexting a little. An auspicious start to nothing, I’m sure. Nothing says “future relationship,” like, “I want your cumm [sic].”

Peace out.
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It’s the day before the last.

And it’s gonna end on a whimper.

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It’s the day before the last.

And it’s gonna end on a whimper.

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I’m sad, too.

Good angles only.

The man from Saturday, The Golfer, has been flirting with me and I honestly can’t figure out why.

In the harsh Tuesday morning light I look at myself and don’t see much worth physically desiring. He was drunk, that’s how he ended up in my bed, otherwise why would a gorgeous 35 year old man want my middle aged and rapidly sagging-where-it-never-used-to-sag ass?

It’s not the right time of the month for me to be feeling this way – I can’t quite make sense of it – except that I must still have an emotional hangover from that night.

He came and sat with Tina and me already drunk, but massively charming nonetheless. I watched her drape herself all over him and flirt like she was drowning, but I sat in between them and seemed to inadvertently block any real foreplay between the two of them.

He was there for something, but he wouldn’t quite come out with it. Then he told us he’d hit a major professional milestone, a jackpot, if you will. I heard him say “multi-millionaire.”

Tina, lover of millionaires that she is, perked up and convinced him to order the most expensive bottle of bubbles on the menu then left to go to the restroom. Now just the two of us, I inquired further about the moment for him.

“I’m gonna get sad for a minute,” he said with his head in his hands, “then I’ll be ok.”

I rubbed his back a little and told him it was alright, not entirely sure what he was about to say and not wanting to get overly invested in a drunk stranger’s drama.

“I mean no offense, but today is a really big day for me and I’m spending it with two women I don’t know.”

His friends, nearly as drunk as him, had tried to pry him away to go home earlier, but he’d refused. “I never leave the house, I don’t date, I’m totally alone and I had no one to share this with. Not really. I just tagged along with them, crashed their date.” I kept rubbing his back.

“I know how that feels,” I replied. “Take a deep breath and just enjoy tonight. It’s how I do it.”

Tina returned with her signature bad attitude and the moment was over. We were at a swanky hotel, after all, drinking Veuve Cliquot. The tears would have to wait.

That’s not a normal convo to have with a random drunk dude.

Maybe that’s why I went ahead and programmed his name in my phone, for the simple fact that I’m sad, too. I’m sad that I’m alone and drifting, bouncing from hookup to hookup like a skipped rock on the Lake O’ Many Mens.

I haven’t programmed a name in so long I barely remember the last time. It must have been Elliot, and before that Luke? God, I don’t even know. Both men who for whatever reasons didn’t want to be with me in the end.

As TG and I fucked each other senseless in the soulless black of my room it seemed we both held on for dear life. I wept from the sheer force of pleasure coursing through my body and he acted high on the perfume of my ejaculate and cries.

He flipped me over and licked my asshole and bit my cheeks, he pounded my pussy with his cock and his hands and buried his face between my legs like a starving man with a mouth made of the softest petals.

And then he texted the next day and tried to convince me to come over so we could do it all again. Not only was I hungover and recovering emotionally, but I felt embarrassed. Would he even want me in the light of day? Is it even worth my time even if he did?

He’s tried to get me to come over each night since. He’s funny, awkward, viciously self deprecating, and from what he said at the hotel, hates his mother.

It might appear that he’s one to avoid without question, yet his name is in my phone all the same because I’m sad, too, and for just a minute I’d also like to pretend that someone cares I exist.

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I’m still foggy.

Hello.

That’s all.

I’m still cobwebby and a million miles behind.

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Friday, February 22nd, is Boobday!

Hy tits banner in black and white v neck t shirt

I’m so proud of myself for getting this one posted BEFORE Friday!  I feel like a grown up meme owner/runner/whatever!  Woohoo!

Thanks as always for bearing with me to all of you who rise hours and hours ahead of me and sometimes have to wait 20 hours before a link is available to you.  You are all the very very best and I appreciate your kindness and your continued support and participation!

I’m watching Season 4 of the Great British Baking Show (not sure how I managed to skip that one!).  It’s by far the best thing ever made for TV, I’ll tell you that much.  I’m watching them sculpt “plaited bread showstoppers” at the moment.  Fucking brilliant.

Also, in less than a month I will be in London for Eroticon!  OMG, I’m so excited!  I can’t wait to see everyone!  All the hugs and kisses and loveliness.

Ok, time to get this baby rollin’.

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:

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)

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:
Casual.
NOT my tits:
Warm and delicious Anonymous Aussie.

Post shower & cosied up in bed, sadly, alone. :(
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Sandy doesn’t need flannel to stay hot.
Brrrr chilly cold

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Curvy light on Miss B.

This is one of my favorite quarter cup bras.  I admit the nipples do fall out occasionally and have to “readjust”.

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