Hi folks, and happy Boobday!
Since it’s April 1st, that means here in the states, it’s April Fool’s Day (is this made-up holiday celebrated everywhere?) and in lieu of the fun nature of the day **note the dripping sarcasm** I’ve decided to spread the foolhardiness to you.
How long we’d been playing was beyond any of us. Had it been 15 minutes? Three hours? None of us knew. All that I did know was that I was beyond aroused. My body was spent, exhausted, but my mind was reeling, ready for whatever came next.
Happy Easter, y’all, if that’s your type of celebration. If not, happy spring day! It was gorgeous here, although I didn’t get to appreciate it. I spent my day either on the couch or wrapped around the toilet with a stomach flu. Nice image, I know.
While there was lots of kinky debauchery going on this weekend at the McConnell house–it was Daddy’s birthday after all–Saturday was an amazingly nice day and demanded some time lounging in the hammock while the kiddos climbed trees in the side yard.
As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, Friday is one of my favorite days of the week. Not just because it’s the end of the work week (unless you’re like me and work no matter what day of the week it is), but because it’s…
As I mentioned on Sunday, this is the week of Daddy’s birthday, which means there are a little bit of extras when it comes to celebrating and indulgences. Last night was no different. It was movie night, and since I’d never seen it and HH and Lo seemed to find so much enjoyment in it, I opted for Magic Mike.
Happy Spring Equinox!
And spring is in the air around these parts, even though it’s still a bit chilly. Soon enough though, the summer sun will be here, heating things up.
The first day of spring also marks the beginning of M’s birthday week, so it gives us something more to celebrate than lilac buds and early-morning robins. And while there’s not any threesomes planned like last year, Daddy’s birthday is always an exciting and kinky time around the McConnell house.
Inspired by the Sinful Sunday meme run by Molly, where it’s all about the image.
I love this, the image of an image. You can’t really see anything, yet you see everything.
You can’t tell, but I’m blindfolded here. About an hour into play. I was a wreck. A hot mess. The sheets were soaked. He’d been in my mouth. His fingers in my pussy. He’d used the Cush. The King.
It’s a lovely Friday morning here at the McConnell house, and what better way to celebrate than with Boobday!
With the lovely pictures we’ve been seeing lately, I felt compelled to try to step up my game, but it backfired on me. Too much beer and my overwhelming feelings about my body had me nearly in tears.
As always, inspired by Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme.
It’s amazing the differences between His hands and mine. Mine bring pleasure, over 30 years of familiarity, a life long exploration of folds and depths. My hands know this body.
Here we go folks. And welcome back to me all over the place. As I mentioned, it’s been a crazy week, but it’s also been a calming one. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve found my voice and finally have a breath of air amongst the smog that is my mind. A clarity that only writing brings.
It’s been a long week in the McConnell house, and Saturday night was a night to let go and enjoy some carnal delights. Which lead to this week’s Sinful Sunday contribution.
Apparently, orange is the new black.
Yo. You already know what day it is, so I won’t waste your time with too much of an intro. Today, it’s about celebrating breasts and the women they belong to. A huge shout out to Hy, who inspires the rest of us with her Boobday meme.
I started this for Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme, but I didn’t get it done in time. But better late than never, right?
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She’d been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory.