Cookie Porn!

My darling friends gave me wonderful birthday party, and an even better birthday gift: cookies.

But not just any cookies, dirty dirty cookies.


Yep, those are peens and boobies. But the real fun started when we posed the cookies in naughty ways. Below is gay bukkake cookies

And my personal fave, the 2 boys and a girl menage cookies.

Can I just say, the frosted cocks were delicious.

Uhm thanks, but I crossed you off the possibles list moths ago...

So there's this guy, we'll call him bottom boy. He's cute, Australian. We talked for a while a long time ago, but all he ever talked about was sex. He happens to have a particular kink that I am rather fond of, being that he is a boy who likes to be bossed around, humiliated and hurt by women. I can do that, I even like doing that sometimes ( I have discovered that certain type A personalities are much more tolerable if you get to beat the crap out of them occasionally, with their full enthusiastic consent of course).

But I don't have any intention of living a kinky "lifestyle". I love sex, but it is not all I love. I also love art and music and food and politics and culture and travel and languages and food and fashion and history- you get the idea. But mostly what I value in a guy is his ability to be interesting. I'm bored easily, interesting is an important quality.

I am also fairly open, otherwise you all wouldn't be reading about my stable boys on this blog. Openness about sex often gets confused for being obsessed by it. I am a connoisseur of sex the way an oenophile is about wine. It has become enough of a problem, my openness, that I am finding myself being much more reserved with boys I think I might want to date. I even had one guy tell me he thought I was a bit naive about sex, till I told him I just decided not to tell him about my threesomes and orgies because I wanted to talk about something else.

So back to bottom boy. After several rounds of emails and a phone call, I decided to pass on him. Subby boys are way more demanding than you might think, and this one in particular could not wrap his head around anything other than the idea of me abusing him. I was bored, and the worst thing I can be is bored. Bored with a guy makes me mean to him, and not in the fun way. For a guy who I had yet to meet, this is a bad sign.

So I was surprised tonight to see that he had sent me a little smiley. I think that I shall just send him a link here instead of sending any real reply. Subby boys like to be molded and scolded after all, maybe this will teach him not to be such a tedious bore.

Phone conversation with Hot Pharmacist

He is seriously beautiful, and nice, and unlike all the other pharmacists there he never fucks up my prescriptions. Calling for refills makes my panties wet.

Me: So I have a bunch of refills for you

HP: Ok do you have the prescription numbers.

Me: No, but I have the names. I need the nueva ring, the wellburtin, the migrin or midril- I can't remember the name but it's for migraines.

HP: That's not a bunch

Me: Would you like to take them for me? It feels like a bunch.

HP: Sure, I take drugs all the time.

Me: I'm sure you'll have lots of fun with my birth control then

HP: Hahahahahahahahahaha

After that we chatted for a bit about travel (I asked him to give me small bottles instead of big ones so they are easier to carry). I want him. Badly. But he knows my medical history. Is that weird?