Hello, again
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Posted:Apr 22, 2016 12:02 pm
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It's been quite a while since I've written anything, so bear with me. I have written before about my Mom suffering from Alzheimer's but her suffering ended on the 10th of this month. Her condition had worsened so much that I stoed working in November to hel with her care so for nearly every night for 6 months I have gone to moms and assisted with her feeding and bedtime routine. i am blessed to be able to do that and know that it was the right thing to do but now I have no anchor for my days. I feel lost and adrift as I begin the daunting task of finding a job again... join the living again.
I haven't thought about sex for months, quite nearly a year now! I've had offers...quite temting offers... but I couldn't muster enough energy to even answer and I regret that but the ones who know me have still ket in touch via FB and texts so I know they understand.
So i feel like I'm starting a life, I wonder what it will look like.
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Is that Bigfoot or an armadillo?
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Posted:Sep 5, 2015 11:56 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2015 11:18 am
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Do you ever sign on here and out of the corner of your eye, a pic catches your attention. you are drawn to click on it because it evokes a "Wtf is that?" response? I just clicked on to check messages and there it was... a severe close up of what at first appeared to be a butt crack, spread wide and winking at me...or a nutsack being squeezed in a vise...what was it? I couldn't tell and I knew I would need to know in order to complete my night's duties.
I clicked and the profile pic was the same shot, as were the next five It wasn't until I reached lucky number seven that I realized I was actually looking at hairy fingers squeezing a nipple.
Okay, I will now go check my messages.
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I like a margarita and two lesbians... to go.
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Posted:Aug 2, 2015 10:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2015 8:02 am
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How long does take for you to respond to an email on this site? I don't log in every day but yesterday I received an email from a cutie in my area. I tried to respond but I kept getting messages that the member was new and her profile was unavailable. I decided I would try again today, so when I signed in and saw I had mail I was surprised it was a follow-up email chastising me for not responding faster.
WTF?!?
She is a hottie, and I was planning on writing her back but now I'm not so sure.
She's not the only one who sent me a "bad perv" email.
I had a sexy chocolate morsel ask me to send her an email at her private email address. I wrote her a long sexy message and attached a naughty yet tasteful pic, and had it bounce back as undeliverable. I intended to message her and ask for a different address but when I opened my profile this morning there was a message chastising me for not emailing her.
WTF?!?
I have a life outside of Senior Sizzle. I might not even log on for a few days, due to time constraints, and when I do log on I certainly don't feel like being chastised for not responding quickly enough, especially to a quick one or two line message that if it came from a man, I wouldn't even read the message, yet alone, respond to it.
Bitches be trippin!
On a separate subject...
I got an invite to the wedding of my ex-boyfriend's best friend. I met C&M when I started dating the ex. They are "swinger's" and my ex wanted to play with them SOOOOOO bad. We all enjoyed going out together on "couple's" dates, M is mid-transition transgender female to male, C is his fiance. C and I both agreed it would never happen because my ex is a drunk who does not understand the meaning of discretion. They are a really nice couple and I enjoyed spending time with them both but bottom line, they are his friends.
It would be my first same-sex wedding and I would love to go, but I'm not too sure if I should, since my ex is the best man. As much as I would love to see C&M get married on the beach at sunset, I equally as much, don't want to see him stumble and slur his way through a day's event.
So I'm thinking of throwing a "wedding shower" at the local strip club. Since this is a lesbian couple, I'm sure there will be plenty of friends who will attend. I know many dancers are bi or lesbian so should I call ahead and "request" them?
I am completely out of my element (visiting a strip club is on my "fucket" list) any suggestions?
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Buzzzz
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Posted:Jul 2, 2015 5:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2015 10:50 pm
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I'm feeling restless and a bit "randy".
It's been a few months since my last "encounter" but I haven't really missed it much until recently. I could call my favorite couple, I started to try and set something up a few weeks ago, but I realized my time wasn't as free as I thought so I dropped it before it started. I'm not really ready for that much fun... yet.... right now I'm craving more girlie time over anything else.
My roomie has started to hint about "benefits" but I don't want to f*ck it up with drama about sex. She's a nice girl, young, eager and easily influenced; i would feel guilty for corrupting her. I consider my role to be more in the vein of mentor so an invisible "hands off" sign hangs over her door.
There are a few girls at work that have turned my head...
The first is "Beth", a petite blonde divorcee, my age, with a sexy "country" innocence that I am dying to explore.
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"Cindy", a young, black, soft butch who suddenly became more "interested" in my "department" when she found out I was Bi.
I've always been in a position of authority at work and made it a priority to maintain distance from coworkers in the name of professionalism but my new job is different. I'm not sure of I would ever act on the interest but it is an entertaining dynamic.
Thank god for vibrators.
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Mojo missing
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Posted:Jun 13, 2015 11:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2015 5:57 pm
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Where do I start?!?!
My life has been filled with aging parent health scares coupled with the death of a distant aunt. The next few weeks hold a wedding in Tn that I will unfortunately not be attending, a visiting friend from Atlanta and the (hopeful) start of construction on my bathroom remodel. My sex life has become non-existent and the scary thing is I don't miss it that much.
I get this way some times, a sexual hibernation of varying lengths of time. I feel sexier in the winter, snuggled under blankets with a fire in the fireplace instead of sweating while standing still until I break out in the mosquito swat dance and scurry back to the air conditioned comfort of my home.
My mojo is on a summer hiatus...
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Imsomnia sucks
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Posted:May 5, 2015 1:54 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2015 4:49 pm
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The ride across the ferry was short and uneventful. My lover had rented a beach cabin for the weekend and I was traveling to meet her. I stopped on the way to grab a bouquet of flowers, a small gesture, but a sincere one. i found the cabin and as I drove up she was waiting for me on the deck.
It had been a few months since our last "encounter", a lazy Sunday morning spent pleasuring one another, stopping long enough to sign for room service before immersing ourselves back into our hedonistic activities. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, 5'5', long black hair with exotic green eyes and a body built for sin (cliche I know but I'm tired and it's my story not yours, so get out of my head). She blushed when I handed her the roses as I kissed her. Her mouth tasted of wine and she pressed against me, hard nipples poking prominently against the thin cotton camisole she had slipped on with short cut off jeans. We headed upstairs and I was awed by the beauty of the moon and stars over the water of the Gulf.
I excused myself to freshen up as she found a vase for the flowers and pored us both a glass of wine. Our next kiss was passionate, low moans filled the air as mouths and tongue entwined again, my fingers softly squeezed her hard nipples as my mouth traced down her neck as I pulled the cami up and over head so I could feast on her beautiful breasts. She presses deeper into my mouth and I sucked harder on her nipple, my teeth lightly nibbled and scraped against the rock hard bud, earning a deep gutteral moan. I pulled her into the bedroom and removed her shorts and wet panties. I breathed in her scent as I lightly kissed her stomach. Her fingers were running through my hair as she pulled my mouth up for another kiss.
I feel her pulling at my dress and in an instant I am naked, dress and lingerie thrown to the floor as the heat builds into pure lust. I lay her down and my fingers slip inside her wet pussy, stroking her hard clit as I finger her wetness. She reaches for me but I gently push her hands away, this moment is all about her as I feel her writhing against my hand. My mouth finds her nipple and I begin to suckle as her climax builds, I feel her pussy gush as she cums, coating my hand with her juices. I release her nipple from my mouth with a loud smack as my kisses resume trailing down her body. I spread her legs wide as my tongue runs the length of her pussy, capturing her juices as I drink greedily.
Okay, I think I'm ready to try sleeping again. I'll finish my story tomorrow night.
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No I'm not dead
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Posted:Apr 26, 2015 8:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2015 9:03 am
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I started a new job a few weeks ago so I have been negligent in my blogging duties lately. I just got home from training in Dallas for two weeks and I am happy to finally sleep in my own bed again. So much has happened since my last post I'm not sure where to begin.
I'll start with the job. For the last few months I have been trying to change industries from retail to a HR position. I finally got disgusted and applied to ONE retailer and was hired 72 hours after my interview! The position is three steps back from where I have always been but the money is the same (less responsibility for the same money). I was sent to Dallas to train and have one more week there before I start in my own store.
It has been interesting.
The young man training me is a douche bag. He is a sanctimonious prick who is god's gift to retail, a reminder of all the other pricks I have worked with over the years. I tolerate him but deep inside I can't wait to go back to my own store so I can kick his ass in sales. The bright spot has been this cute little butch who is his boss. I noticed her the first day I reported for training. 5'5", brunette, soft butch with a sense of humor that is decidedly "warped", a perfect match. Too bad I don't date coworkers. We have flirted shamelessly, even had drinks after work, but that is as far as it will go.
My "guy" has been campaigning for a second chance. The distance has worked in my favor. He's sent flowers to my room and we have shared nightly calls to "catch up" on the days events. The jury is still out on whether I will take him back, I'm not the type to break up and get back together again in an endless loop of drama.
Time will tell.
I have also had a few late night chat sessions with my closeted friend. She has been very "aggressive" about meeting again, even offering to come to Dallas to keep me company for a few nights... tempting... but I'm there to train. She is a source of contention with the "guy". He knows he was the exception and that I prefer women, so her appearance has him nervous in many ways. I could totally rock a "sugar momma" situation and she would be very happy for the same dynamic. I am putting off the decision until my training is over and I am back home.
Lots of decisions to make when I'm back home and settled in to the new job. I'll try to do better on checking in.
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Put a fork in it.
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Posted:Apr 8, 2015 5:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2015 1:23 pm
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I'm single again.
I tried to reconcile all the issues and drama but in the end it wasn't worth the headache. I was surprised at how relieved I felt after I told him, but he made it easy for me to make the decision. I have two "deal-breakers" when it comes to relationships, No Cheating and No Lying. I caught him lying. It was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.
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Let those without sin cast the first stone.
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Posted:Apr 4, 2015 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2015 1:03 pm
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I am a contradiction of sorts when it comes to religion and spirituality. My mother was the product of a strict Baptist upbringing. When my sister and I were growing up we were not forced to attend services like she was. Mom discussed religion with us and we were given the option of attending church if we wished but it was not forced upon us. At the age of eleven I went through a "church" phase, attending services with a neighbor down the street. My best friend Christie asked me to come with her and I agreed. I knew the youth minister, he lived on our street as well, so there were quite a few familiar faces in the congregation.
Christie's mother was a raging alcoholic, prone to blackouts and drunken benders that lasted for days. The church offered Christie a chance to escape from a miserable home life. It was truly a sanctuary. A few weeks into my "spiritual" awakening, Christie confided in me that one of the ministers had begun to explain "love" to her after services were over. He showed her how a man and woman showed "love" to one another with "special" kisses. I asked what she meant and she described various forms of oral sex acts he had performed on her and she on him. I told my mother immediately. She called Christie's mom and then the police. The Youth minister on our street was the man who had been sexually molesting her. He was arrested and I swore off organized religion.Over the years I have done research into different religions, Christianity, Judaism, Islam and Buddhism, as a way to reconcile my own need for spirituality.
I mention this because of a recent issue that has arisen with the mother of my guy and me.
His mother, whom I have never even met, has decided that me, my friends and my family, are all going to burn in hell. She came to this conclusion because of posts and pictures on Facebook, forwarded to her by his ex-wife. A picture taken of us showing drinks on the table (a beer and a margarita), a post from a friend of mine who is a Drag Queen and the fact that I openly identify myself as bisexual have all been presented as evidence of my soul's eternal damnation. I found out that all this was being discussed when his ex sent snap shots of their text conversations to me.
His ex takes great pleasure in sending me hate filled private messages on Facebook. I usually get one every few days. They are toxic rants about how I am a fat disgusting old hag, a drunk, and I will never be allowed near his or his family. In one sentence she will spew venomous insults about him and in the next she says she will always love him and he will return to her after he is done with me. Every time he picks up his for visitation, I get a fresh batch of expletive filled insults.
This last week she was in a car wreck, she was texting while driving and rear-ended a car on I-10 during rush hour traffic. His was in the car, thankfully unhurt, but the ex broke her hand. He called to tell me what happened and to let me know he was going to the hospital to check on his . He told me that he helped the ex get redressed after the X-rays and that he was giving them a ride home. I talked to him when he left her house at 7:30 and we met for dinner before he headed home.
Imagine my surprise when her last batch of poison included the claim that he had stayed till midnight, not wanting to leave her. It also included screen shots of the conversation she had had with his mother about me. It was the first time her rant has affected me.
His mother is what I call a "Bible thumper". A pious hater who wraps their ignorance and intolerance in words from the bible to justify their judgement of others. Her responses were as hateful and mean as the words of his ex. I usually don't even tell him about the messages I receive but this time it was different. I expect his ex to act that way, she's bat shit crazy, but his mother, I was taken aback. I sent him copies of the rant and screenshots and let him know I was upset.
He confronted his mother with the "evidence". She wasn't happy that I found out what had been said and offered an apology.
The next day she sent a text with a Bible verse about the impending damnation of him, his brother, and me, to his ex. A screenshot was sent to me from you know who. I try to communicate with ignorant people on their own level so I forwarded to his mother eleven bible verses about judging others she needed to reread.
I am not accustomed to dealing with drama. I love my guy but I have made it a practice to not allow this type of hatred and bigotry in my life. I know he is stuck in the middle of a no win situation. I'm not sure what the future holds for us, I will walk away from this situation if this is an indication of what a life with him holds.
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That's plucked up
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Posted:Mar 29, 2015 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2015 10:01 pm
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I hate shaving the kitty. I do it because it's the grooming preference of most of my past lovers. One exception was an older woman who loved a nice full bush. I prefer to keep the lips kissably smooth with a thin bit of "fur" to remind others I am past the age of puberty (not that there has been any question), but she wanted it wild and unruly. We compromised with smooth lips and the rest left to grow natural. I would use conditioner on it to keeps the locks silky and soft, it was a magnificent bush. That was in the late eighties when bushes were starting to disappear in XXX movie's, replaced with topiary -like styling in strips and hearts evolving into the completely bare "look". Of course it took a while but men eventually started getting into "man scaping" and package "pruning".
I once read about a "trick" that dancers used for touch-ups...baby powder applied before shaving, no water,shave . I tried it and had razor burn where no human should ever have to endure razor burn.
I refuse to try waxing. Hot wax + nether regions= Not Me.
My guy offered to shave for me, could be fun, or could be an experiment in trust gone horribly wrong.
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It looks bigger on the inside
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Posted:Mar 23, 2015 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2015 10:51 am
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I have a confession to make... I haven't been entirely truthful about myself. I have a secret, a deep dark shame that I don't openly discuss unless I am surrounded by supportive family and friends....
I am a Doctor Who fan... a Whovian... there I said it... I feel better already.
I can have a "nerdgasm" discussing the merits of David Tennant Vs Matt Smith (jury is still out on the new guy).
I read comic books too.
I divulge this nugget of info about myself because of a birthday gift I got last night. This is the first gift "event" I have experienced with my new guy (I don't count valentines, it's a bullshit holiday). My family has multiple birthdays in the next two weeks so our usual custom is a group celebration. Low key dinner with the family and friends is our custom, usually just steaks on the grill as we hang out by the pool. I invited my guy to come and he launched into a mission to find the perfect gift for me.
Oh crap.
My ex would do the same thing but he would come home with a Louis V bag or a diamond encrusted, 4ct emerald ring with a matching bracelet. I still have some beautiful pieces of jewelry but I never wear them. They are ostentatious pieces meant to impress others, "occasion" pieces, to be dusted off and presented for show when the required,then tucked back away, forgotten until the next event, a perfect reminder of a marriage approached with the same thought process.
I was worried that my new guy would attempt the same thing.
The first clue it would be a "non-traditional" gift was when he announced he was scouring the local comic book shops looking for the right gift. A pic of a Wolverine doll or a Star Trek Next Gen Lithograph of a Captain Piccard Borg would mysteriously appear in a random text... i would laugh and nervously shake my head as he explained my house needed some "nerdifying" to offset it's "grown up" decor.
I was afraid.
Being raised as a polite southern lady, all gifts are received with a warm and heart felt thank you, and promptly re-gifted as warranted. A Life-size cardboard cut-out of Data is not that easily re-gifted.
So last night as my guy arrived wearing his "Bazinga" t-shirt and brandishing a Wonder Woman gift bag I was... curious. He handed me the bag and anxiously awaited my response.
I squealed with delight when I opened my bag to find a Tardis Cookie Jar. I know...it's a geek thing but it was one of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received. He really thought of a way to embrace my inner nerd. I couldn't remember even sharing my Doctor Who obsession then he reminded me of a conversation I had with the Sales Clerk at a Leather Shop in a gay bar (long story but it's one of our favorite places to hang out with friends). We were discussing the Stephen Moffat reboot of the franchise after I recognized a Darlek patch he had on his leather jacket. It was a brief but enthusiastic debate over favorite Villain and our nominee over favorite companion. My guy had never really "gotten" the series but when he saw I was a fan, he had started watching the series so we could share it.... awwww. I was truly touched.
I have given my Tardis a place of honor in my kitchen.
And now my secret identity as a responsible adult has been exposed... does this mean I can start wearing my Hobbit house shoes in public now?
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I'm a newbie,,,ten years ago
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Posted:Mar 19, 2015 10:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2015 3:13 pm
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Do you update your profile or is it the same one you originally signed up with? I'm about to do an update/rewrite on mine, my needs are different so why not change it? I've done updates but not an entire do-over.
I see it on a lot of profiles..."New to the lifestyle"... "looking for first experience" and then you see that they have been a member since 2010. I would hope that in five years they found what they were looking for and have had at least the first experience, if not more. My needs and expectations have changed, It would stand to reason another update is needed.
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Open or Shut...
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Posted:Mar 17, 2015 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2015 3:13 pm
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What does "Open Minded" mean to you? Is it the same as "Like Minded"?
I ask because of something I read on a profile, a rant of sorts, about how "Open Minded" means "being willing to do it all...without limits". This same profile also has a paragraph about how Bi or Bi curious men are not welcomed and any mail from them would be immediately deleted.
Color me confused....what happened to "being willing to do it all... without limits"?
The profile was written by the male, I suspect, it has a masculine "read" and the majority of the pics are his. It basically demands full swap as a condition for bi- playing with the wife.
As a BI sexual FEMALE, I find his complete dismissal of all BI sexual MEN, offensive. That is not "Open Minded" according to his OWN definition. By dismissing an entire class of people you've already set limits. I feel the same way about interracial encounters, why limit your experiences because of skin color?
I think the phrase he is really looking for is "Like-Minded". It's more of a preference thing, your preference is to not engage with bi or bi curious men, or outside your own race, or with small people dressed as the clown from It. I understand, I prefer to play with women who are.... (I was going to write women but then it wouldn't include my sexy T-Girl's on a technicality but since they are more feminine than 89% of the women I meet then they're inclusion is duly noted) ...women.
My guy is curious, skittish at the implication, but still curious. His ego driven Macho Cop vibe (yep, he's a cop) only subsides when he is around "like-minded" people. He would never act on the curiosity without my presence or blessing. He is "open" to the experience but not actively seeking it.
I think we have a "swinger" role reversal dynamic. I am the experienced older woman exposing her young lover to pleasures he has only imagined. I allow him the freedom to explore without judgement. The fact that he is willing to experience these things to bring me pleasure is what makes him a keeper.
He is "Open" when surrounded by "Like" minded people.
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