BF or FB?

When I was in my mid-20s, the last thing I wanted was a serious, committed relationship. I was all about having fun!

I had dated lived with my first sexual partner for around 3 years.

I didn't want a boyfriend, but I definitely wanted to have sex.
And give blow jobs.
And drink.
And play.

So, what distinguishes between a boyfriend and a fuck buddy (or a friend with benefits)?

I had a relationship with this guy. I think it lasted around 2 years, perhaps. We never defined ourselves as bf/gf.

We were often together.
We hung out at his apt. At mine.
We watched movies.
We went out to eat.
We went to bars.
We got fucked up.
We fucked. A lot.

I don't think we ever claimed to be exclusive, but I don't think that we slept much with other people.
I think I did more than he did.
But time has made that all a little fuzzy.

To an outsider looking in, we were a couple.

But I didn't love him.
And I don't think he loved me.

Fuck buddies is all it was. At least in my mind.
I'm pretty sure we were on the same page with that.

We're still friends today.
Happily married to other people.

When asked how we know each other, my husband usually responds by saying, "Oh, they used to date."
This bothers me a little.
Because I never viewed that relationship in that way.

BUT what else are you gonna say to a group of people you don't really know?
Especially when his wife doesn't know we slept together. At all.
Never mind how frequently.

Boyfriend? Fuck buddy? What is the delineation between the two? Is it really just a matter of semantics? Is a relationship defined by those within it or by those viewing it?

Last week...

I was feeling a little bored frisky naughty playful at work.

Since I have to make frequent trips to the bathroom (stupid weak bladder!), I figured I'd make it interesting and bring my phone with me, which conveniently is a smart phone complete with camera.

What's the point of taking pics at work, if you don't share them?

So, have a peek.

Please just keep in mind that these were taken with my phone and the quality isn't the greatest, but I do think they are fun and playful.

Hope you ENJOY!

First pic taken in a public bathroom. Ever.

Still feeling playful the next day...



This was actually shot at my desk.
Before my boss came in.
Would have taken more at my desk, but the camera on my phone is so LOUD!

Might as well let the girls out for a moment!

HNT: Wanna Dance!

Sometimes, I love to dance!

After a night out last weekend, I came home and danced to this song. Clothes just seem to get in the way! Jasper clicked out some pics, and I figured they'd be perfect for HNT!

*Clicky-clicky*

Here's what I was shakin' my booty to.
Definitely my current favorite song.
Makes me want to jump up and dance.
every.
single.
time I hear it.



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HHNT!!

Massage...and a good night...

Jasper's back (and butt and hamstrings and calves) has been hurting him at lot lately. Basically, there's been a knife stabbing him throughout the day for more than a week. I hate to see him in such pain, so I wanted to do something special for him last night.

Inspired by Marcus over at Fun and Dirty Thoughts, I decided I'd surprise him with a nice massage - complete with oil and candlelight. I'd slipped into something sexy, lit candles all around the bedroom, and waited. When he got home from class, I was ready.

He was all too happy to accept.

He lied down on his stomach, and I poured a generous amount of oil into my hands. Starting with his low back, where the pain had intensified, I worked him with my hands, forearms, elbows. Adding just the right amount of pressure, I could hear him gently moan at how good it felt. I worked up and down his corded muscles, offering the little reprieve from pain that I could.

I moved down to his buttocks. Massaging. Gently grazing between his cheeks. Down to the hamstrings and calves. The oil, making it so easy to get down and deep, moved my hands around his body effortlessly. I worked his inner thigh.

This was the best, longest, massage I've ever given him, and I could definitely feel myself getting wet as I gently brushed his cock and balls, working my way up to his lower back again.

I slipped off my bra and panties, and asked him to roll over. I wanted to massage his front area. I grabbed his cock in my oiled palm and stroked it up and down, feeling it pulse against me. I gingerly rubbed his balls as I put his erect cock in my mouth.

I love a nice dick in my mouth, and he loves having it there. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face. Gentle at first, then with more intensity. I could feel his cock slapping against the back of my throat. And then slide in deep and deeper until his head penetrated the well, and I could take no more. I came back up, letting my spit linger and drip down his cock.

I needed him inside me! I climbed up cowgirl style, sliding him inside my tight pussy. I could feel him filling my cavity as he slowly pushed his way inside me. I fucked him with long and gentle strokes, coming slightly off each time. Enjoying the long ride with each stride. On and off. In and out.

Leaning back, I gyrated my hips and ground him deep, deep inside me.

I wanted more. I wanted to feel him in my ass.

Leaning forward, I reached my hand around to finger my ass. It was completely covered with cream. I'd never felt so much of myself slip between my fingers. It was delicious! I caressed my ass between my cheeks, pushing slightly on my hole.

"I want you in my ass, honey."

I reached for his cock, rubbing my juices up and down his shaft. I positioned it over my asshole and slowly pushed until it filled me quite nicely. He grabbed my hips and fucked my ass. It felt so good to have his slippery cock thrust inside me. Again and again. And again.

I leaned back, so I could have good access to rub my clit while grinding down on him. Allowing his cock to penetrated even deeper. Moving slightly up and down his shaft, and I rubbed my clit fiercely. I know just how I like it, and it feels even more fantastic with a cock in my ass.

Oh. Oh! Oh!!

My body trembling, I collapsed on his chest with a smile on my face.

Completely sated.

Wanna lick?

Cool as FUCK!

Of all the unsavory, offensive (to many) words in the English language, fuck is by far my favorite.

I love that it can be used in so many ways and to mean so many different things. I love that you can use it when you're angry or excited.

I'm certain all my lovely readers know what I'm talking about - the versatility of fuck. :-)

Mostly, though, I love the sound it makes as it flows from my tongue. It starts with that soft F sound and then BAM! That hard K slaps with force.

As I was pondering my love of the word, I thought perhaps I love it so much because it's a metaphor for .my life. When you first meet me, you'd undoubtedly describe me as quiet, shy. And then BAM! I surprise you.

I can certainly be loud and boisterous with the right people and in the right crowd.

And certainly in the bedroom. I get quite vocal. Just ask Jasper! :-)

I just don't see how people don't just love this word. I use it frequently, in almost every way.

And, of course, I love the action, too. Sometimes, being fucked is way better than all that lovey-dovey shit!

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