Sanity is overrated!


May 2016


I am navigating a weird place in my life: I am happy and carefree, completely autonomous and free-spirited but…?  Everything is working, I have a couple of steady FWBs that are more than I could ask for in terms of adventure, lust, and attraction, however…?  I don’t know if that means that I am bored or that I am succumbing to the stereotypical desire of companionship and it’s making me nuts!  I have worked very hard to be at ease with myself and to seek fulfillment from within; I love doing things solo, such as movies and dinner so what the hell is going on here?  I have a solo trip planned for August in which I will be going somewhere without knowing a soul and I will be completely off-radar and I am really looking forward to this adventure in the hopes that it will indoctrinate me into the club of solo travelers, so WTF?!   I don’t get it and I am really annoyed at its intrusion.  One of my close friends is filing for divorce and is so excited about the prospects of singlehood that I couldn’t help but reminisce about my own early days of release from the incarceration of a bad marriage and the peace and contentment that I followed.  So, what the f*ck is going on?

I really hesitated sharing this post and its whiny content, however, authenticity is very important to me so I have decided to vomit the contents of my dysfunctional thinking via the cathartic effects of this blog.  Perhaps my new mantra “Sanity is overrated” has struck a deeper chord than I realized and I am feeling somewhat squirrel-y…?  I had a session earlier in the week of some fine male energy and not-too-adventurous sex and it was very spontaneous and satisfying so I know that I am not just feeling empty (hee hee!) or horny.  I don’t get it…if any of you WP friends have some insights that you would like to share, I would very much enjoy reading what you have to contribute.

Here’s to putting the “D” into “Dysfunction”!  🙂



“Sex without love is a meaningless experience but as far as meaningless experiences go, it’s pretty damn good.” -W. Allen

Mother’s Day Spanking…

I had recently listened to a fellow bloggers audio post of an excruciatingly pleasurable session of an intense sexual encounter combined with a good, hard spanking (thank you, and I was determined to discover whether the experience truly lived up to its hype.  A spanking seemed a bit apropos on Mother’s Day and I didn’t have to wait long before an opportunity presented itself.  Pondering the possibilities of this new adventure, I must say that I was intrigued with the contrasts between pain and pleasure and how the two would combine; let it suffice to say that the adventure did not disappoint!

There is something very mysterious about the way that our brains work when it comes to the sensation of pain.  The systemic release of dopamine by the brain begins to work in conjunction with an increased blood flow to the perceived injury and this, consequently, is the same formula that is activated when we feel pleasure (Thorn, 2016).  The brain pays no attention to distinguishing between the two and this is one of the reasons that we can enjoy the pleasure of some types of pain—and this type of pain is definitely pleasurable!

At first, my partner was a bit hesitant but he soon realized the benefits of this rough play and became only too eager to indulge my fantasies.  After some superficially pleasing sex-play, I suggested that we listen to the audio recording and do our own re-enactment (thank you, again, Cream!); the shock of that first slap resulted in an instantaneous squeal and then I became aware of something else entirely: my vagina became luxuriously steaming hot and wet as my brain reacted to the pain/pleasure sensations.  Not only did the ensuing high from my own body chemicals heighten the physical sensations of a good pounding but I became increasingly turned-on as I became conscious of how my body was responding by increasing my natural lubrication. The only action required of my partner after that was to simply hold his cock in place against my G-spot while I proceeded to orgasm with incredible force and rapturous pleasure!

So, my final review of the experiment was that the experience was both naughty and fun.   A smarting spank (or two, or three!) on the bum resulted in sensational sex, squealing laughter, and a nicely sore reminder of the evening’s amusements that lasted several days!  Happy Mother’s Day!



Existential Exhibitionism: Part V

Her last encounter was hot, she thought to herself.  It was going to be challenging to top it but she knew she would, of that there was no doubt.  The insatiable cravings of a highly-sexed nature kept her constantly on the look-out for opportunities to satisfy her inner adrenaline junkie and the sweet release that only a good pounding can deliver.

Nevertheless, despite her demanding urges she was very selective.  The object of her affections had to have a slightly arrogant demeanor, the kind that spoke very little in words but whose eyes spoke volumes.  In addition, his covert pride would be combined with a sort of boyish shyness that made him irresistible, no matter his appearance.  Quite often, she imagined that these delectable types were hungry for a “take charge” type of female and that their overbearing attempts at confidence belied a desire to be dominated and seduced.  Oftentimes, she would look a potential candidate up and down until she was certain that his dick was aching!

She noticed just such a specimen, yesterday.  In the neighborhood very near her house, was a construction crew.  One of the group was an unshaven and ruggedly handsome sample and she had made brief eye contact with him.  Noticing that his shirt hugged the muscles in his arms and that his jeans fit nicely around his small, firm butt, she had let him know that she appreciated the scenery and this had resulted in smiles having been exchanged. To make the cocktail (ahem…!) even more appealing, he glistened with a light layer of sweat that could only be described as delectable.  Her hunger having been whetted, she would have had no qualms in licking the sweat right off of him!

Going out to her car the next morning, she noticed that the crew was still at work.  How could she entice him into her house to make a plan for later… when she would be free to ravish every inch of his delicious body?  She thought quickly, perhaps she could ask him if he knew anything about plumbing…?  Catching his eye, she motioned toward him giving the impression of needing to ask a general question; while the crew looked on, he came shyly over to her and she proceeded to ask him if he could take a look at something in her house.  Cautiously, he entered in through the front door and she led him directly into the master bedroom where an annoyingly leaky faucet announced its presence.  Relieved that he seemed to have the situation in hand, he approached the sink with confidence and focus.  Standing closely behind him, she could smell his musky and tantalizing natural sex-his aroma of man-and she wanted to jump him right then and there!  However, decorum decreed that she not get the man fired so she told him to come to her place at 5:30 a.m. the next morning and she would feed him a breakfast of Champions!  She knew she would not be able to sleep a wink that night but the loss of sleep would be worth it!

Awake at 4:00 a.m., she made her preparations.  This ritual was a pleasure all of its own: thinking about him, what she wanted to do to him, what his moans of pleasure would sound like, and how he would taste brought her very near to orgasm.  At last, she heard the light knock at her backdoor.  Her heart pounding and hands shaking with a cold sweat, she reclined on the sofa so as to make his first impression of her enough to render him speechless.  She didn’t want him to talk, not with his mouth, she had other plans for that aperture.  She rose slowly and grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him deeply with her tongue thrusting in and out and all around his tongue.  All the while she was smelling him, tasting him, drinking him in; placing her hands down into his pants, she felt the hardness of his cock.  Undressing him, she stroked his tastiness awhile until she couldn’t wait any longer; she put her lips and tongue on the head of his cock, and licked him all around and tickled the small, tight piece of flesh that strained with desire on the underside of his head.  Looking for the tell-tale signs of his restraint, she saw the tiny drop of white sweetness as it appeared on his tip.  She lapped it off and then proceeded to lick him like a popsickle, swirling her tongue over and around the tip of his cock while she applied suction-like pressure on the down-strokes.  She deep-throated him and cupped his balls and felt them rise up and harden inside him.  He moaned with pleasure and that was what made it all worthwhile-that, and what was to follow.  She led him to her bed and instructed him to position himself on all fours.  Nervously, but willingly, he complied.  She knelt down behind him and began to kiss and lick his beautiful ass.  Working her way over, she began to lightly lick and tickle the sensitive areas between his cheeks.  She was so turned-on by his moaning which in-turn encouraged her own uninhibited instincts causing her to lick lower and lower until she felt the small, tight circle of his butthole.  Licking up and down and all around, she gently inserted her tongue into his most sensitive of g-spots and he moaned with such pleasure that she thought she would explode.  Reaching her hand forward and gently stroking his dick, she thrust her tongue in and out of his butthole while rubbing and lightly squeezing him until he could stand it no more and erupted in glorious and exhilarating orgasm.


Part VI: Her Turn…

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