I believe I can fly.

Don’t look.

This long gaze and wide view of me makes me tremble.  There are no slights of hand here, no cut of a shadow or kiss of a sunbeam to contour my shape.  I feel more exposed in this open frame than in all of my thousands of arm’s length, close-up photos.  You can actually see me.

I believe that confidence is a mix of a magic feather and willing audience.  They want to see me fly and so I fly.  High and light and beautiful above them, gripping my feather tight because it can’t possibly be real, this unconditional appreciation and love.

When I was 10 my little heart was ground to a pulp by a silly boy and a group of heckling friends.  They didn’t believe in me except my gullibility.  I was detestable, an easy target.  That wasn’t the thing that broke me, but it was by far the most memorable – and earliest – instance when I felt unacceptable.

Growing up in this world that presents a very narrow path to society’s acceptance – skinny, young, pouty lips, clear skin, big tits, shiny hair, fun, funny, pretty, easy, cool, sweet, and and and – I suffered like most of us do.  I wasn’t special in that narrative.  I hated everything about my body.  My hair color, my ass, my little breasts.  I never wanted to be what I was.

Then I began to find my audience as I grew older.  No one was kicking me out of bed.  I may not have been stopping traffic, but I seemed to be holding my own.  Boys in bars and men online and folks online, people whose acceptance of me was never narrow treated me like I was a desirable, beautiful woman.

It took a while – 36 years to be exact – but I finally discovered the equation to feel 7 feet tall: a little cleavage and a controlled image plus an approving audience equals a performance that even I could believe in.  It was as if I believed in them believing in me which helped me believe in myself.  I truly am not an island: I need you all.

I worry sometimes about the passage of time and my inevitable move away from the narrow definition of attractiveness and this self-esteem equation but perhaps by then I will have shifted things around.  Less audience, more just me.  I’ve seen enough little old ladies with white chin hairs like dorsal fins above the water’s surface to know that it could happen.

For now it looks like something like this: Some Hy x my mood + some audience approval = a confident, relaxed Hy.  My mood is the variable that affects the need for audience approval.  For example, had I not gotten laid February 1st after taking a months worth of long-view photos for this project I may have taken a hit right in the gut and stayed in bed for the weekend periodically wondering how anyone can stand being around me.

But I didn’t have to worry about that because my smoke and mirrors worked in person, too, and I got to rub my hands all over his chiseled abs even as my soft thighs spread down around on either side of hips.  My act so seamless and sublime that he didn’t now he was really with a dumpy middle-aged woman.  He truly thought he was with a voluptuous goddess that night.  And so did I.  Because I am.

February Photofest

Friday, January 11th, is Boobday!

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I wrote my submission for the Eroticon anthology on the 2nd and though no one has seen it, it felt like I wrote – I mean, I did it’s just that y’all didn’t get to see it. And if isn’t accepted I’ll post it here and have a bit of a freebie post.

My week has been childless and quiet.  No dates – I’m on a Man Cleanse for January which I’ll write about more another day – and I’m mostly on a booze cleanse too (only socially, not alone — although I did drink wine at home tonight on my own and enjoyed every second of it.  In other words, I’ve been spending a lot of time just being with myself and laying really low.

Full disclosure: I am chatting a little with some fellas here an there – My Irishman and a couple of old friends – but any time I meet a new man online and he asks me out I say, “Sorry, I’m not free until February.”

My phone is quiet, my mind is quiet, my vag is very very quiet.  Good times, y’all.

I chose this pic this week because despite being at my heaviest ever and without any lover in my life I still feel beautiful and sex.  It wasn’t always like that.  I used to feel lost in a black void when I wasn’t getting fucked.  I feel like I’ve rounded some kind of self-esteem corner.  It’s rather nice.

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:

A good pose and lighting can’t be underestimated.

 

NOT my tits:

Miss B’s lovely warm and pink first sharing.
I have become a larger woman as I have aged, yet would not want the smaller breasts I had when younger.  My boyfriend enjoys buying me very sexy bras and my wearing them under a very sheer blouse/top when we go out.  He wants the world to see my breasts and I am unashamed and proud to do so.  Breasts are a beautiful body part to be celebrated.

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I love the black and white and the shadows of SMN’s pic.

Hello winter sweaters and underboob.

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Friday, September 21st, is Boobday!

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Peter has filled me up with his lovely jizz and I’m off to a birthday dinner date with the gay(ish) couple.  They’re making me dinner so it leads me to believe they want to consummate our relationship tonight, but I am more than satisfied after an hour of sweaty, tear-infused fucking with Peter.  Plus, JIZZ.

I like to languish in the smells and filth of sex, so I won’t be showering.  I will be going as is and making some kind of excuse later as to why I don’t want to fool around – if it comes to that.  Plus, I’m not that attracted to the younger one…

Anyway, Happy Almost Autumn!  And I’ll hopefully be writing more this weekend.

(Maybe I should make an Every Dam Day in _____ commitment because that was fun and surprisingly easy.)

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANDY!!

Love you all.

xx

Hy

[Ed. Note:: I got home after 1 am and attempted to polish this post off, but promptly fell asleep mid-attempt.  I did not consummate my relationship with The Boys because I realized it’s really hard to be turned on by a gay couple.  We discussed it openly and the older one, the “tom cat,” will take point on this and we’ll see where it goes.]

 

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:

Sent this to Peter the other night.

 

NOT my tits:

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A rendition of my dear friend, Lo. Click the pic to buy HH’s book!

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Sandy has dressed up her girl for her birthday!

I hope this isn’t too tacky (uhh…no pun intended lol)
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Today is my birthday. The boy toy gave me the largest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen, a new health tracking watch, and cum covered boobs.

 


Friday, October 13th, is Boobday!

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I’m not superstitious – unless you count Feng Shui as superstitious – so today holds no spooky or scary meaning for me.  It’s just an prime numbered Friday no different than the 7th or 17th.

For those of you avoiding black cats and ladders, may you have a very lucky day!

This week we have Miss SMN returning to us after a long time and Meredith from last week also has sent in her loveliness.  I’m missing Kim and Sandy these days.  I hope they’re well!

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:

NOT my tits:

Meredith pierced her nipples as a gift to herself post divorce. Pretty bad ass if you ask me.

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SMN thought she’d be late with her Thursday at 6:45 pm email. Ha! I’m the one who’s always late! But check out her sexiness, y’all! Daaaaaammmn.

 

 


Friday, April 14th, is Boobday!

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It’s been an incredible week of work and family and I am beyond exhausted.  I’m also pretty content with my busyness.

Interesting development on the dating front: a man on Seeking Arrangement recognized me from my byline as someone he’d talked to on AFF and — plot twist — he’s a well-hung, cool, good looking guy that I had bookmarked on AFF for when I’d be ready to date again.  Nothing much to report other than we’ve connected finally and are just barely texting.  We’ll see what happens.

I love you guys.

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:

I’ve got the sun on my back.

NOT my tits:

Ms. Over 50 slam dunking the fuck out this.

Captured this on a warm evening out on our balcony.

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Another stunning image from Sandy. Don’t ask me why, but I love how her knees are pressed together.

Taking a break before putting on my red polka dot dress and fancy tea hat headed for a FetLife tea party.

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Sweet Kim grips it for us all.

A tight grip 😆

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So much to love in this image of SMN. The wavy hair, the tits spilling out of her top, the cherry. Superb job!
Hoping the Easter Bunny brings you a nice solid milk chocolate rabbit. Not that shity cheap stuff that’s fake chocolate, but a Lindt bunny. Beautifully wrapped in its gold foil begging to be peeled off with care and then devoured in one setting. Ok, maybe two. Finger licking afterwards is totally acceptable.

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Kate looks stunning in her lacy negligee.

A new item of lingerie I bought recently. :)


I have fallen in and out of love with myself a dozen times.

I’ve been struggling with body dysmorphia this week because I missed a birth control pill.  One stupid little missed pill — which was quickly made up for — has thrown me into a chaotic, emotional pit of self-disdain and complete confusion.

On the one hand, my heavy breasts please me, on the other the crease in my waist disgusts me.

On the one hand, my soft, athletic body titillates me, on the other I wish I could shrink it.

So today as I thought about taking pictures in the morning light — a treat I haven’t had the pleasure of in far too long — I plotted ways to hide from you all.  And then as quickly as the thought came I forced it out.  Home girl don’t play like that.

I lay on my bed and smooshed my breasts together and held the camera from above.  I was pleased at how my form looked, round and inviting.  I got up and thought I might try using my timer.

 

I have fallen in and out of love with myself a dozen times this week.
I have fallen in and out of love with myself a dozen times this week.
As I set the phone on my dresser I was taken with the simplicity of my form, the mundane activity I viewed as I prepped the position.  I moved to redress and stopped.  There was an image I had never seen: me just being me, a person getting dressed, not posing, not trying to be sexy.

I let the camera’s timer do the rest and I forgot all about the crease in my waist.  Fuck that awful voice in my head.  Just FUCK IT.

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Now I’m going to go make some bacon and black coffee on this bright Sunday morning and cuddle with my little one.  I have a lot to be thankful for, including this strong, unique body that never lets me down.  Crease and all.

 

Click the lips to see who else is playing along for Sinful Sunday!

Sinful Sunday

 

 

 

Friday, October 9th, is Boobday!

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I swear to God Thursdays sneak up on me like nobody’s business.  I had an 18-hour day yesterday and it was one of those weird ass vortex days.  It was like Noday, instead of Thursday.   You guys ever feel that way?

Anyway, we have two lovely ladies hosted here today.  Sandy and Lola of My Sex Life With Lola!  Woot!  And be sure to click the links below for everyone else who plays along!

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy the changing seasons!

Oh, and I almost forgot! Be sure to head over to Rori’s Between My Sheets and nominate your favorite blogs for the Top 100!  This year she’s leaving the nominations open for a shorter period of time, so get over there quick like a bunny!

Every year she and her boyfriend read hundreds of nominations in order to bring to all of us new and new-to-us writers.  It’s a lot of work and she gives so much of her time and energy.  It’s one of the best lists out there for depth and reach and I highly encourage everyone to read the old lists as well as contribute to this year’s.

xx

Hy

Boobday Guidelines here.  One of two ways to participate: 1) either be one of the first 3-4 people to submit a pic OR (OR, not AND) 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

 

My tits:

Hy with a handful
I don’t always hold my tits while watching TV, but when I do, I pull those bad boys out.

 Not really… this was a special snap for The Soldier.

 

NOT my tits:

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Lola gets nice and wet for us. I remember shower massagers… ah, memories.

 

See more of Lola at My Sex Life With Lola.

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Sandy’s sultry slick sexiness for your viewing pleasure.

Shower Boobs

Be sure to click on the other tatas below and leave lots of comment love!

I take sexy selfies.

I have a good eye.  I can find beauty in anything and any one.  The gnarled bark on a tree, the broken wing on the stiff little corpse of a cardinal, the age spots on my grandmother’s hands, the jut of an erection, the beautiful asymmetry of a face, the eery ascent of fungi on a log on my favorite trail.

Mostly, I have mastered the art of my own body, how to coax it to produce images beyond my wildest imagination.  I know how to take sexy selfies, not just selfies.  I embrace those things I once eschewed when I thought I had to look a certain way: the swell of my belly, the crease in my waist, my rounded arms and large, pendulous breasts.

With my good eye I see things differently.

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The pliancy of flesh.

The curve of a muscle beneath flesh.

Hy with her pants hanging off.

The curious anticipation of hidden treasures.

Hy with her pants hanging off.

The idiosyncratic angles of joints which mark me as me.

Hy with her pants hanging off.

I know how to use light to my advantage, to let it spill in behind me like a wave.

 

Hy with her pants hanging off.

A good eye tells me when I arch *just so* that my friend, the light, will wrap around me like silk.

And a good eye tells me what you might see if you were on your knees before me.

Hy with her pants hanging off.

I hope you see it, too.

I’m bikini ready.

  

  

I don’t work out regularly.  I’m a US size 12.  I drink too much.  I occasionally smoke.  I’m creeping up on 40.  I eat pretty ok, but not great.  I’m 44-34-44.  

By all outside standards I should be hiding behind bathing skirts and using slimmer panels.  Maybe even sneaking in and out of the pool when no one’s looking.  Let that sea cow have her privacy.

But fuck that.

I am strong and curvy and me.  I have a body and therefore I’m ready.

To be bluntly honest, I don’t look as good as this in real life, but this is what I’ll be channeling when you see me with your own eyes at the pool or the beach.  Me with a soft glow, no filter, and a confidence that lasts for miles.  Chin held high, long blonde hair flowing as I swagger and sashay under the big yellow sun.

Confidence is not the domain of only the fit and the young.  Confidence is something that is earned and learned, not just handed out by genetics and the clock.  

I swim in champagne bubbles and wear ribeye steak; I languish in the endless softness of my mattress and I singe my lungs with smoke under the stars; I suckle on wedges of cheese and dye my lips purple with Tempranillo.

My life is decadent and lush; my body is its reflection and I am proud.  You should be proud of your reflection, too.

  

 http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/

  

Friday, June 27th, is RAINBOW Boobday!

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Today is the last Boobday until August 1st.  I feel both sad and excited about it, but it’ll be interesting to see how my creativity flows in the weeks where I haven’t committed myself to a weekly meme.  I know that someone suggested that others host it while I’m taking a break, but I never really followed up on that idea, so, here we are: hiatus will commence!  Unless one of you would like to host it for the month of July.  Lemme know if that’s the case and I’ll let everyone know and you and I can discuss details.  Or, we can all take a lazy summer break.  Honestly, it’s up to y’all.

In other news, this whole week was somehow eerily rainbow-themed!  Rainbows in the sky above me 2 or 3 times, in my Instagram feed, and then The Neighbor was this close to making his famous rainbow jell-o shots for softball (before we got rained out).  It’s kinda cool how that worked out.  Sorta like the world was conspiring to give a little rainbow hug or something.

Ok, so without further ado, our comeback theme for August 1st is HOT (Anonymous Aussie and other southerhemi-gals I apologize for my season-centric choices!).

xx

Hy

Want to participate in Boobday?  Go here and read the Guidelines and State of the Boob Union to answer any questions, but this is the TL;DR of what I need each time:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

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

  5. 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 Friday)

  6. 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 RAINBOW tits:

Hy and her rainbow kitty
Faisal joined me on the body pillow for a little nap yesterday.

If I’d really thought about it, I’d have painted my nails with rainbows.

NOT my RAINBOW tits:

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I hardly even notice the rainbow in this pic of Krystal.

Making Rainbows!

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Dawn gets scientific with a little prism.

This didn’t turn out quite as I really wanted, I would have loved to get a bigger rainbow, but the sun was playing hide and seek and I couldn’t locate a bigger crystal…

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This is Renee’s first Boobday and I’m already jealous of her editing skills.
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And her breasts are beautiful and I like, that, too.

I just discovered your blog and want to participate for the very reasons you spoke about.  1.  Never have felt like my boobs were big enough  2.  After 60 years and 1 week I want to let go of that notion.

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I always love how @SilverDomUK’s love for @SilverDropUK oozes from his words.  And yes!  It fits!

Silverdrop recently purchased this top and I love what it does for her tits. The addition of a rainbow bag makes it fit with this week’s prompt I believe?

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Anisa, if mine’s a rainbow, yours totally is! And look at those gorgeous boobies!

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This is a woman I’m going to call Trippy. I love the thermal, rainbow and the view point. Beautiful.