Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Live and In Person!!

So when I am alone, which is often, and I feel a little tingle I am fortunate that I am able to address the feeling right away. This means that I can, and indeed frequently do, address that particular feeling several times every day. But I was thinking about it today and began to realize that not everyone would be familiar with how this actually feels so I thought that I might attempt to share this with you all.

To begin with it is important to know that all sorts of things will start my motor running. Vibration is a sure and certain trigger. Leaning against the washer during the spin cycle, riding the little John Deere quad we use on the ranch, riding horses of course and once last year I was sitting on a fence watching my bosses daughter ride when we had a little earthquake, that was cool! But it is not just the obvious things like these that will flip my trigger, there are lots of other little things that get my mind moving in a sexual direction and starts that wonderful itch between my thighs.

For instance, rain. When ever I am outside in the rain my pussy just seems to love that. Seeing two horses nuzzling each other always does it too. Something about the soft loving manner that this happens I find truly arousing. Underwear shopping. Watching people in the mall always gets me going too. The act of simply talking about sex and sexy things will ALWAYS make me want to touch my self without fail.

That being said the next thing to do is to describe how it actually feels when I masturbate. This seems quite a bit more difficult so for this portion I have enlisted the help of my lovely assistant Kimberly! She will write down what I say as I describe for her what I am actually feeling while I am masturbating. Sounds good right?

Hello all, I will simply be quoting what Melody says here so here goes...

I am naked already so we can dispense with the normal strip tease fondling that I go through when I am in fact dressed. I am lying on my chaise, a soft towel under my butt and so lovely helpers on the table beside me. Fingertips under my neck and down my body, slowly, softly. The sensation is like when you get goose-bumpy all up and down your whole body. As my fingers flow under my breasts and up in between them it causes me to catch a breath. Stopping a moment to inhale I lay the palms of my hands on my boobs. It is warm under my hands and cooler everywhere else. OK, not everywhere. Squeeze softly with both hands, as if a lover is caressing my breasts, close my eyes and softly massage my boobs, never lifting my hands. You know that feeling you get when someone starts rubbing your shoulders when you're not ready for it? You draw in a deep breath and then slowly relax into the feeling. Ahhhhhh

My left hand remains on my boob, cupping it, keeping it warm while the right has reverted to fingertips again. Slow circles it draws around my navel, down the scar that runs straight down from the bottom of my rib cage to just north of my vagina. It's a thin, soft scar but you can feel the dots on both sides where the staples were. I shudder when I do that. Running my fingertips softly up both sides of the scar then back down again, makes my toes curl on my right foot.

Between my thighs is getting warmer, no I haven't touched it yet, a damp warmth that I can feel on my thighs and running down under my ass cheeks. Run my fingers down my right leg makes my right side shiver and want to contract. Move my left hand to cover my pussy completely and stroke the inside of my thighs with my right. It causes me to close my eyes even tighter and almost gasp. It is a toss up which is warmer, my hand or my kitty. My hand is getting damp though so my kitty must be winning. I squeeze my hand a bit so it squeezes the outsides of my pussy. I feel dampness on my fingers and palm.

Roll on my side so I can touch my bottom, I have a soft bottom. Fingertips again under my ass cheek, I feel that in my pussy. Give my ass a squeeze, like a hug for my butt.

Yes, she can be silly!

Rubbing my mound now, I shaved this morning so I am very smooth, soft, makes my knees weak as I rub across the top of my pussy. Rub down between my legs, it is wet and hot and slick. My eyes are closed again. It is hard to talk and to do this! I touch my clit so softly and my body jerks.

She's not kidding jerks! She came off of the couch like half a foot just now!

Spread my legs wider, off both sides of my chaise, a little oil on my mound. Feels warm as it runs off of my mound and down between my legs and down my slit. Rubbing it in. Warmth spreads, inside of thighs very wet from oil and my own juice. Two middle fingers, one on either side of my lips, rubbing up slowly, then down slowly. Touch my clit with my thumb. Ring finger and index finger rubbing sides of vagina, middle finger drags through the middle, splitting my lips, slips inside sometimes. Shoulders shaking

Sorry folks this isn't going to work so let me sort of be your color commentator during this part. Melody is naked lying on this shaped couch rubbing her pussy lips between her fingers, slipping one inside her pussy every few strokes. She is incredibly wet but not just her snatch is wet, she is sweating like a lumberjack! Her entire body is covered in drops of sweat and she is breathing very fast and shallow.

She just slipped 3 fingers inside of that gorgeous pussy of hers and is pressing down on her mound with the palm of her hand. That grinds her clit against her hand and I can tell you feel wonderful! Guys, that is why we girls like to be on top, we can press our buttons against you as we grind. She is rubbing fast but not too fast yet, 3 fingers buried to the hilt in her pussy!

I just walked around her and sat directly in front of the action, she has 4 fingers inside almost and is rubbing her clit with her thumb, sort of rolling it under her thumb so it pops out and then is pressed under and pops out... You get the idea. I can't tell you exactly what she is feeling but her hips are rolling and she is panting now. I gather it feels good. One hand on her tits again, squeezing kinda hard too, the skin is red near her chest and white between her fingers. There is a noticeable puddle under her beautiful ass and her pussy is shiny and red as are her legs! 

Ragged breathing now, bucking her hips, she has changed breasts (I wonder if she knows that) the one she was holding has a bright red hand mark on it! Gasping heavily now, she's not said a word for like 15 minutes, and I can see why! She is rubbing her clit now with the tips of 3 fingers, quickly back and forth sort of sort of in a circle at the same time. It looks like she is pressing fairly firmly. Is she breathing at all?!?

Oh! That was spectacular!!! She just squirted about 5 feet! And it was a thick stream too, not like when I squirt at all! Wow! There is juice running out of her well worked, very red pussy, you can see why she always uses a towel!! Her breathing is coming back to a pant at least now. She is so fucking hot!!!

It is an hour now since Kim finished typing this. After I started breathing again she knelt in front of me and softly and sensuously licked my pussy first clean the back to a wet mess! I have cum three times since we began our little live escapade and I have returned the favor as well. Kim's orgasms always taste like oranges to me, I'm not sure why but they do. She says that mine taste like sweet sea water to her, I guess I'm ok with that. :)

I am sorry that I didn't manage to complete what I started and describe my entire experience for you, I really wanted to. Perhaps another time though.

I would like it very much if some of you might try to describe what masturbation feels like for you though. I know I am very interested and I am sure our fellow reader would like to hear about it as well. (Especially you boys out there. I would love a good description of what your hard cock really feels like both just being there and what it feels like to have it in your hand, stroking. Do you use lube? What kind? Are you a dry stroker? Do you look at porn while stroking? The girl next door in her yard? Or are you just a good stroker with only you imagination?

Share with us won't you please?

Yes folks, it's me.  ;)

Monday, September 24, 2012

A Fact of Life

I love people. I love getting to know a person's eccentricities their likes, their dislikes, their perversions. (Especially their perversions!)  ;)

But I truly hate humans as a group. The way the mob thinks, or rather doesn't think, the way they drive and especially the way they act in the "name of God"!

Funny how people can hide behind their religion isn't it? I recently was approached by a small group of women while I was in town treating my self to a rare and in my opinion hard earned meal at the local dining establishment. I don't go to restaurants very often, once maybe twice a month, so it is always something special for me.

Well I was sitting there in the cafe, laptop on the table waiting on my food when these four ladies came over to me and asked very politely if they could join me for a moment. Well I didn't see the harm in it so I closed my laptop and offered them a seat. Very properly turned out ladies in their middle to late 30s, maybe early 40s but I kinda doubt that. They didn't look 40 anyway.

One woman I will can Linda acted as spokeswoman for the group while everyone else basically just agreed and nodded their heads a lot. After one or two ultra polite questions of how did I like the town and how was I doing Linda came right to the point. She said that they had heard that I walked about the ranch "in a state of undress" and was wondering if this were true or not.

Truth being the best option in all such matters I said that yes I did, that I had been a nudist my entire life and that working in the nude was far more comfortable than being clothed. I think you can imagine the looks that comment generated for these women. I don't think they were ready for me to answer yes to their question.

I asked them why it was important to them just what I wore while working at a private ranch, miles from any neighbors and secure behind our fence. I was rewarded with bluster, accusations of my sexual promiscuity and accusations that I would corrupt their children and their "christian" town. I was flabbergasted! What kind of stupid people are these?!

I then asked how they knew I was a nudist to begin with. (There are only a very few people that know I am a nudist in town. My feed guy, he'd never tell anyone. The farrier, no chance he would say anything and risk loosing out on seeing me, and getting the occasional blowjob to boot. ;) And my two riding students and since we have masturbated together I figured they were safe as well. That's all. Oh except my boss of course.) The response to that question was stunned silence, exchanged looks and more bluster.

They skipped it and went right on to their point, which was that they didn't think it was acceptable for me to be in town alone, that my proclivities made me too inclined to be "tempting" the men folk. (I almost said something about finding her ass particularly attractive, which in actual fact it is, but I figured that I had best not give them any more ammunition against me.) I almost laughed at her! Instead I simply told her that if she had some issue with me that perhaps she should take it up with my employer, someone the entire town knows by the way, because she was aware of my nudism and approved so long as I was alone.

More silence and exchanged glances took place. Ah ha! "You've already spoken to my boss haven't you?" I asked, "That's who told you I was a nudist isn't it?!" More awkward silence. Well now I am in a position of strength, so I said "Look, I am not hurting you nor am I tempting your husbands and you can't keep me from coming into town. This isn't Alabama in the 1950s after all. And besides, you shouldn't knock nudism until you've tried it. Besides, even Adam and Eve were nudists until they sinned, God isn't ashamed of naked people, only people like you are. But I'll make you a deal, you don't bother me or try to convert me to your tight-assed church and I won't try to convert any of you to nudism. OK?"

They just sat there and stared at me, then at each other and then at me for several seconds. It seemed like hours. Then I said "Now if you'll excuse me I would like to eat my lunch alone." A few more moments and then one of the quiet ladies said "Yes, of course. Please excuse us." and they stood up as one person and left me alone.

I could not believe it, but at the same time I could. It was the very reason I have been so careful in this stupid little town not to mention my lifestyle, not to let others see me nude unless I felt I could trust them not to tell the town paper, or the town gossip. I was protecting myself and my employer so it is unbelievable to me that it was in fact my employer that let slip about my nudity. Personally I expected one of my riding/masturbation students to have been the leak.

When I spoke to my boss yesterday and told her of this little meeting she was so apologetic it just made me grin! She said she had been just chatting with someone who was going to come out to the ranch "sometime" this week whenever she had the time free and my boss simply said that she should call the ranch first before going, to give me a chance to put some clothes on. It was a simple comment, off hand and unconsidered. The person she was talking to had asked her "You mean she runs around out there naked?!" and my boss just said "Well sure." She didn't even think twice about it.

But the woman she had been talking with was one of the quiet ladies from the group that met me at the cafe, and she had then told one friend who told another and another yada yada yada. Pretty soon a group of women from the church had gotten together and decided to do something about me before I singlehandedly turned their town into Babylon itself.

So in celebration of my encounter with the local tight-asses I am sitting here in my home, blissfully naked, one leg tossed comfortably over the arm of the sofa, typing this entry into my diary and feeling the wonderfully soft, moist folds between my thighs. Rejoicing in the warm dampness, the shivers that roll up my legs and back as I softly touch my nakedness. I don't think these ladies have EVER felt the wonderful sensation that their own fingers can cause within the depths of their flesh. They are most likely the sort that still feel masturbation is immoral and a sin, something to be stamped out by degrading people who practice it. The sort that feel guilty after they have partaken of this blissful and magical feeling that even now is causing my legs to shake and my ass to be sitting in a pool of my own juices.

A shame that really, that Linda really does have a spectacular ass!

Monday, September 17, 2012

A Lovely Hand Job...

I like a nice hand job as much as the next girl, but I can honestly say that I have never in my life encountered a tool quite this large. (Except on a horse!) And the reward she earns for her work is substantial indeed!


I need to find this man...

Friday, September 14, 2012

Wow! Now that's a massage!!!

A friend of mine on Babblesex sent me this link today. The video is more than 40 minutes long, very high quality, and so hot that it took me almost 2 and a half hours to watch the whole thing! I cam 5 times! OMG!

I would bet money that you can't watch the whole thing with out cumming at least once! Try it, I dare ya. ;)


It doesn't even suffer from "Porn Music"!

After you've seen it, share your thoughts with me. I want to know...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Vegas Baby!!

The past several days I have spent with my Mom, my sister and my boss in VEGAS! And it was a blast and a half!

My boss is a friend of my Mom's you see so it wasn't too unusual for the four of us go on a trip together it was however a major surprise for me.

We stayed at the Bellagio and even went to see "O", the Cirque du Soleil show they have which was extremely cool.

We gambled, we ate and oh my did we have fun!