Natalie’s Night Out (Part 2)

 

Read part one here, or just jump in here.

She knew he was making his language crude on purpose. He knew that it drove her passion and her shame when he spoke that way.
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Natalie’s Night Out (part 1)

Natalie was looking forward to this night out. Des had promised her something special. She dressed according to his specifications, the wine colored stockings and garter belt, no panties of course. She slipped into the latex halter dress, find that it clung to her like a second skin. It highlighted all of her curves from her breasts and hips to the rounded outline of her thick thighs and belly. She tied the halter behind her neck, and felt herself already growing wet just thinking about what he had planned.

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Sharing Is Caring… A day late

Once again, the week has escaped me.  It seems my blahs were in good company on Twitter.  I saw a lot of “feeling down” posts floating around.  On my part, I think I’m missing romance – while I have my nesting partner, when we are both feeling down we cannot buoy the other.  My other partners are casual and fun, but not going to develop into deeper connections (probably not going to).  All of this leads me to seek out romance.

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Spring Goddess

It’s spring! For me as a pagan, that means pushing myself out of the planning stages of things – moving from thought to action. It means thinking about life renewing and starting over.

So I’m reclaiming a picture that I have a lot of mixed feelings about.  I’m making it anew, and moving forward… oh and I think it’s sexy as hell.

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Day 23 February Photo Fest

Today, I had a work event, which started me thinking about the masks that I wear.

Obviously, there’s work me, who watches her words and responses very, very carefully.  There’s my blood family mask that reins in so many part of me it may as well be a cage.

There’s club me, who doesn’t care about anything, and wife me, who cares about everything, and girlfriend me, who takes a long time to care at all, and friend me, who cares way too much.

There’s submissive me, and the new babygirl mask I’m trying on. There was the mask of dominance I tried on for a few months that didn’t seem to fit.  It’s a mask I understand much better now, but I still don’t know if it fits.

There’s also witch me, and she is the least masked me, but only  a few ever see her.

“The Masks I Wear”

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