Seriously, Come Visit

I have moved my blog. I would love it if you came to see me and continue reading my stuff at As you can see, I am no longer updating here.

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Moving the Sweetness!

So over the weekend and the last few days I bought a webpage and recreated this blog to its own domain name. I really hope that you will continue to read my stuff over there. I am still working out the kinks and fixing it up, but I am moving for several reasons. Hop on over to!

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TMI Tuesday – Sexpectations

This week on TMI Tuesday let’s talk sexual expectations or…

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1. What are some challenges related to your sex life?

The fact that I don’t have much of one at the moment. There are many things that I want to explore, but have not found the right one to explore with me.

2. Is quality or quantity most important?

I asked this question once, debating on good sex, bad sex, or no sex. It came down to definitely preferring quality over quantity.

3. How much sex is enough?

There is no such thing, or at least I have not been able to discover a point of being satisfied with my amount of sex.

4. I want to have more __experiences. I don’t want to just have sex, but I want it to be memorable___ .
5. I would like to attempt new sex positions such as __cowgirl and doggy style___ .
6. I would like to stop doing __no___ sex position. (As in I never want to stop having sex, even if it is the same one over and over.
7. To me foreplay means ___a big tease, but I love every minute of it__ .
8. Something I think about a lot related to sex is __when my next fuck will be___ .

Bonus: Tell us something you love about your sex life.

I love that I can be so open about my sex life, writing about it and going back and reading it later. I also appreciate that, even if it was a shitty sexperience, I was able to learn something from it.

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Meeting MiMi

Friday night we had a girl’s night. It was tame compared to others, but we still had a blast. After work we all met up at my place. We then all climbed into a van and headed to a local sex toy shop. I had been on a mission to get the We-Vibe Tango, but after calling the night before I was informed that they didn’t carry it. I was more than a little miffed the day before, since the girl on the phone was kind of snotty, but I decided to make it a fun field trip.

I headed straight for the bullets. I didn’t see any that I liked. I went to the expensive display case and a cashier asked me if I had any questions. I whined about wanting the Tango, and asked if I could see how strong a certain bullet was. She asked me if I was looking for rumbley vibes and I said, “Yes!” She said to meet “MiMi” and pulled out a cute little clit vibe. She turned it on and turned it up for me, then handed it to me. I was in love, I admit. However, I was still hesitant since I still couldn’t get over the Tango. I played around with MiMi, loving the velvety silicone texture, the powerful vibes, and curious about the shape. It was like a flat bullet, thin and oval shaped, kind of like an egg.

I told the worker that I would think about it. When she put MiMi away and went to help someone else I pulled up and looked for reviews on MiMi. I liked what I read, but was still unsure. I walked around a bit, giving my friends advice on toys (one was going for a nasty jelly toy).

I went back to the display case and longed. I made my choice. I found a cashier and she got out a brand new boxed up MiMi for me. It cost me nearly 100 bucks, and I prayed she would be worth it.

When we got home I ran to my room and got MiMi to charging, we had pizza and drinks, played some Cards Against Humanity, and chatted. It was tame, there was no flashing or groping, as we had a new lady with us. Around 10 everyone was gone and I went to bed. MiMi was ready.

I only really liked the highest setting, and damn it felt good. Handling was a little awkward, but I finally got the sweet spot. I felt an orgasm come on, and it felt weak. However it continued, and built up. When I felt like it was almost over, I started to take the toy away from my clit, but couldn’t stop. I ended up pressing her closer to my clit, coming even harder. I squirted. I soaked my bed. It had been over a year since I soaked it that much. I couldn’t stop squirting, it felt so good.

Finally my clit got too sensitive and I had to remove MiMi. I liked the orgasm I had, but it was different than one I normally have with bullets. It was stronger in the way it lasted longer and how much I squirted, but it wasn’t as body shaking. I didn’t clench up as much as I normally do. That worries me a bit, but we shall see.

Meet MiMi, and click to see what she does to me.


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Sinful Sunday – My New Friend

I think this is the start of a very good friendship. I can’t wait to get to know her better. I will give the naughty details in a future post, since Sinful Sunday is all about the image. For now though, meet MiMi.


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Raw Lust

**Yesterday’s post was very unsexy, I know, but I needed to say it. If you are still reading my stuff, I am glad to know that I haven’t scared you off. As a treat, here’s a bit of erotica, a true story about probably the only time I felt truly wanted by my last ex.**

I was topless in the living room with his topless roommate. We were feeling up each other’s tits, massaging each other. I made him sit back and watch. I knew he wanted in, but he wasn’t allowed, that was my rule.

He couldn’t take it anymore and said it was bedtime. He pulled me off the couch and shoved me into his room, shutting the door roughly. He nearly ripped off my clothes as he pushed me into the bed and stripped his clothes off.

My cunt was dripping with excitement. This was the first time I didn’t initiate the sex, the first I felt raw lust. It was the first time I truly felt wanted, even needed by him.

Once we were all undressed (in a manner of seconds), he climbed on top of me and stuck his dick into me. I clenched my kegels hard around his stiffness. He took that as a challenge and trusted deeper than ever before.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding my pussy, hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing him in, holding him captive inside me.

He broke free and continued to fuck me, hard, like the little slut that I am. I started talking dirty and he lost all control, shooting his load inside me.

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Ever since I was a toddler, I have struggled with weight. I remember when I was three or four my mom had my lie down on my back so that we could button some pants I had.

I got made fun of in school, some bullies called me “rolls.” When we had earthquakes, the next day in class the kids would ask if I fell out of bed, etc. I was asthmatic, so running never went well for me. When I tried, he kids walked faster than I ran and made sure to taunt me about it.

My parents always made it known that I was “fat,” though they were ones to talk. They commented on watching my portions, not eating “fat food,” etc. however, they never gave me the tools I needed to do something about it. I ate what they cooked, then got ridiculed for wanting more.

My second year in high school I lost a lot of weight. It was probably a combination of being starved (mom had no job, we had no food, and even had cake mix for dinner one night) and the fact that I took swimming for PE. When I moved back in with my dad and stepmom I kept losing weight. I had to walk a mile up and down a steep hill to the bus stop in the boonies.

Senior year I had one of my biggest heart breaks as a young one. My best friend wrote me an email telling me that he didn’t want to be my friend anymore, we had nothing in common, and to never speak to him again. I was crushed. I soon moved back in with my mom and started gaining my weight back.

Currently I am at my heaviest weight ever, and I am ashamed. I hate how I look, how I feel. I hate that I have trouble sitting at restaurants now, as the tables so damn squished. I hate that I can’t find clothes that fit. I am starting to have breathing problems and hygiene issues.

I have tried diets and exercise. With diets, the healthy food is so fucking expensive. Every time I find myself In a financially safe spot to buy “the good stuff,” something happens to negate that. Before the accident I had massive foot pain that made it near impossible to walk at the end of the day. The doctors had no answers. They kept prescribing me anti inflammatory drugs and pain killers, that did nothing. I still can’t be on my feet long periods of time. Now with the neck injury, I have to be careful. I can’t lift weights or swim because it makes my neck pop and my back starts tingling then spasming.

Last week I went to the doctor to talk about my options. I want to get the stomach surgery, as I feel I am a good candidate. The doctor agrees with me. Next week I have an appointment with a nutritionist to try and get me on an affordable, healthy eating plan. I would like to avoid surgery if I can, but if I can’t, I am prepared to take the risk.

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