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Mid-Morning Pillow Talk
Posted:Jul 21, 2017 9:16 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2017 7:03 pm
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While kissing his neck, whispers in his ear, "Hey, I am horny." Giggles

Mr. Disney, "Well, I sort of already knew that."

Giggling, "Oh? What gave it away?"

"Well, for one, you wrote a poem about killing toys."

"And the other?"

"We live in an oxygenated nitrogen atmosphere."

laughter and more kisses



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Toy Killer
Posted:Jul 21, 2017 7:32 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2017 7:02 pm
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-Toy Killer -

Needy,
Greedy,
Toy Killer.

Grinding,
Gyrating,
Toy Killer.

When the urge is strong
And one's hormones are troubling
Reaching for the Toy to curb in endless Joy
Toy Killer!

Grind the behind
Losing your mind
Toy Killer.

New batteries,
Take care of the needs.
Toy Killer!

Grin and Press,
There is no mess.
Toy Killer!

Shop on line
Use any time,
Toy Killer!

Hours of fun,
When you have no one,
Toy Killer!

Aids in pleasure
Beyond all measure,
Toy Killer!

When you're alone
or on the phone,
Toy Killer!

Share the joy,
Partners with toys!
Toy Killers!

Toy Killers!



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Innocent Sex Kitten - In My DNA
Posted:Jul 20, 2017 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2017 7:15 am
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I have confessed over the years in my blog posts, and in group posts, and to my friends in person, that I am a very horny little one, oh yes, I can be.

Mr. Disney proclaimed, "I am not an inexperienced man. I have had good number of partners. You, Princess, are by far, the horniest woman I have ever met."

Then he continued, "Answer me this - Just what did you do before you met me when you were not dating anyone?"

I replied, "Um, I had Mr. Hitachi and hours of phone sex a day some days, some nights all night long with one to four or more different Daddies. I am a toy killer. No sure how many I have killed in the last five years."

giggles

He looks at me, smiles - "Guess you made a lot of men horny."

I blushed and replied - "oh yes, I did. On line chatting, texting and talking on the phone. They all said that I would make one man a very happy and worn out Daddy." I Paused... and quipped, "I cannot help it! It is in my DNA, I need it!"

Mr. Disney smile broadens - "You don't hear me complaining, do you?"

Me - "um, no.... " giggles ensue.

Mr. Disney concludes with - "I am hornier than most men, have a big appetite, and I swear you are my equal and sometimes more sexually aroused than I am. I love it!"



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Quickie or Not Too Quickie
Posted:Jul 20, 2017 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 6:22 pm
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For the average human out there a Quickie is normally, well as the word infers, quick. Most average from five to fifteen minutes.

Quickies can also be relative according to the relationship which people find them selves. If your normal love-making and play time sessions last 3 - 5 hours on average, then one would feel a a ninety minute session is quick.

Thus Mr. Disney and I, recently had our first "quickie" it was about ninety minutes.

We laughed about this.



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Life Changes
Posted:Jul 16, 2017 4:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2017 1:06 am
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Changes in life are going to happen.

I have been an independent single woman for over three decades.
{gulp, hard to believe that when I see it in writing.}


I am accustomed to living alone and doing things by myself. Sure, I had the whimsical fantasies and thoughts of having a partner help me through the rough times and to be there to share the wonderful times. It is a hallow melancholy feeling when one is single and wishes to have what one sees others around them posses.

I knew when things began to become more serious with Mr. Disney that we would eventually be living together. Life seems natural and comfortable with him. When he is not here I miss his presence. There is no pressure for either of us to "do something" to make this work. We do discuss things in detail. Many times Mr. Disney will bring up a topic, and we will talk about it, and he will conclude "you're not ready for 'this' or 'that', yet" and I will smile and let him take the lead. We respect one another's space and give it freely: Allows for personal growth and for the relationship to grow.


I am going through the phases
of preparing my house to be combined with many of his possessions.
I am purging my things.
Sometimes it is difficult.


Things are things, they are not me, but many of them represent phases and events of my pasts as a daughter, mom, student, teacher, and little one. These memories sometimes take me away form the task at hand, and then it becomes a two week en devour and not a two hour one. My art and sewing room I hope will be completed this week. Need to install some shelves for storage and displays.

Need to make room for Mr. Disney's things here and there where we can blend them into one cohesive comfortable unit. I think between the two of us we have enough holiday decorations to decorate the entire house with a full size Christmas tree in every room, deck the halls, patio and porch.

We both enjoy drawing and painting, so I am making space for two people to work at different stations in the art room. Have a sewing space as well.


Change is different. It can feel uncomfortable making adjustments,
even when the change is a happy and desired event.


Mr, Disney is ever so patient with me, I am truly amazed by this. I have never had romantic loving partner as a roommate since my divorce over twenty years ago. It is really different for me. At times, I really do not know what to do, I am at a loss.

He is going to see me have a melt down, and he has already. He is going to see me be goofy as all get out and he has. He is going to see me with bedhead hair, and he has. He is going to see that some days I find it very hard to "people" and just want absolute quiet in the home - no TV or noise to lessen the overwhelming stimuli my brain in on overload trying to manage and interpret - and he has.

And he is going to find that there are days or er, um weeks, where I am the horniest creature on the planet and need to have two to three hour play sessions several times a day, and he has discovered this to be true... sometimes passing-out exhaustively true. ( Adjusting my halo ) I do enjoy playing and making love with him - it is wonderful.

I think about all of these things: The good, the bad, the ugly, the happy, the horny, and the laughter - and how will I have cope with all this change? Little by little I am. Still taking those Baby Steps Mr. Disney prescribed.


Then there is the issue I have, I have, not him, about my home decor.


There is an episode from Gilmore Girls after Sookie and Jackson are married and living together. Sookie completely goes mental over trying to make her home feel like a home for him as well. I have asked Mr. Disney the exact same questions as Sookie did to Jackson. Then when we saw the episode, Mr. Disney just looked at me, as his reply had been almost verbatim what Jackson told Sookie: "He loves my home, he is comfortable, don't change things too solely to suit him."

I image over time we will jointly redecorate each room - starting with a new sofa or have it reupholstered. Eventually we will want bedroom sheets that are newly "ours" and not something from our single lives. I enjoy dream shopping with him. We have similar tastes in furniture and decor.

I will be hosting dinner parties, soon, with him. Had to finish reorganizing rooms and making places for his things to blend with mine. Took some time off to just become "us" and wiggle a few things here and there.

We are still becoming "Us" and I think like any living thing, the "Us" will change and grow over the years. For now, I am in awe of this man, of myself, and the changes that have resulted in my life and in myself since he and I became a "We" and an "Us."


It is different.
It is an adjustment.
I like it.
I love him.
I am enjoying becoming a true couple.




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Trust and Cheating
Posted:Jul 15, 2017 10:47 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2017 11:23 am
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First off - No, Mr. Disney and I are not having any issues with cheating/trust, it is just something I seem to find unsettling in this community.

Yes, there is the basis of "Your kink is not my kink" but I have issues with cheating and people who are dishonest about their lives and the breaking of established trust.

The definition of cheating unto itself states - from the dictionary -
verb (used with object)
1. to defraud; swindle:
2. to deceive; influence by fraud:
3. to elude; deprive of something expected:
verb (used without object)
4. to practice fraud or deceit:
5. to violate rules or regulations:
6. to take an examination or test in a dishonest way, as by improper access to answers.
7. Informal. to be sexually unfaithful (often followed by on):
noun
8. a person who acts dishonestly, deceives, or defrauds:
9. a fraud; swindle; deception:
10. Law. the fraudulent obtaining of another's property by a pretense or trick.
11. an impostor:

I cannot understand why anyone who is in the BDSM lifestyle would support and condone this type of behavior when then very essence of BDSM's foundation is Trust.

One cannot have trust when one doubt a person's moral and ethical compass - knowing that that person will cheat, lie, violate rules, and is dishonest. Sorry cheaters, if you are a cheater you are in fact at the very least a dishonest person.

Any and all consent rules will never be fully trusted, always wondering when the person/cheater will break the rules again to gain an advantage.

I have had several people I know - off line and on line - discuss with me about propositions from people who are cheating and how they were completely taken aback by someone who thought they would agree to be as dishonest and unethical by engaging or starting a relationship with said cheater, liar, and deceitful person.

Oh, I have had cheaters actually try to take the moral high ground and say I had no right to judge them. I am not judging the person, I am judging the actions and seeing the consequences of those actions - something cheaters seem to brush, ever so nonchalantly under the carpet.

When I actually ask them to think about what they are doing, and do define it, in the end they do agree with what I have said, but they are mad about the fact I had the audacity to point it out.

The bottom line is - married, collared, in a relationship of some type - if you are lying to the person to whom you made an agreement, vow, promise about the parameters and boundaries of your relationship - you are a liar, you are dishonest, and you are not trustworthy anymore.

That is the cold hard fact. No ifs, ands or buts about it. The cheater broke the rules, broke the promises for some adrenaline rush, a vendetta - trying to rationalize and justify dishonest actions by stating "partnered cheated on me" or by saying "one is not getting what they need or one is not happy", or by being purely selfish and cares for no one out there but one's self, thereby using any tactic, promise, ploy to acquire what they want by any means necessary.

It saddens me to hear of such meanness about how a person can be so cruel - to twist and betray another human being's emotion and mental state of being. My heart goes out to the victims of those who have been betrayed by the cheaters, blindsided by lies and deceit, and the pain that goes hand in hand with trying to rebuild one's life after such betrayal.

I think what actually saddens and makes my stomach turn the most, is how so many people brag and boast about their cheating exploits and are encouraged by other cheaters to not only keep on cheating but to see how much they can do. They are aroused by these exploits, by the actions, and become addicted to it: cheating is selfish addiction acquired by many narcissists/ sociopaths who have no self control.

If they want it they do it: damn any one to whom they made a promise or vow, they are going to acquire what they want, when they want it. Who cares? they certainly do not care about any consequences.



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The Lazy Days of Summer - July 2017
Posted:Jul 13, 2017 1:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 7:46 pm
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July has so far been a wonderful month.


Mr. Disney and I spent a few days and nights for Independence Day week at one of the Atlantic Beaches. The typical walking on the beach holding hands, skipping in the waves, and laughing... you know the movie scenes of those scenarios - much better when one is with the right person, goes beyond the scope of imagination, transcending emotions. Now and then I have to pinch myself to ensure this is real.

Every day there has been a drop in temperature and we are having lovely Florida Summer Thunderstorms: a true aphrodisiac, if there ever was one, at least for me.

Mr. Disney has informed me that when I say "Come snuggle with me" it is code for "I need you, now!" Well, in all fairness to me, I do snuggle afterwards, and sometimes I am a very good girl and need a nap.

And since I need to "snuggle" every single time there is a thunderstorm... and we are having them daily, Mr. Disney just smiles and says, "You are adorable," as I scurry off to the bedroom for snuggle time.

We will attending a few parties and events the rest of July and plan hosting a dinner party as well. I have suggested a few times that we need to go to the springs, but Mr. Disney is concerned about the water temperature being too cold for him, a balmy 72*F. So we will go and test the waters a wee bit at time.



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Do That to Me One More Time ---
Posted:Jun 25, 2017 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2017 9:59 am
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His arms wrap around me, hand swoop down around my lower back , fingers fully gripping the fullness that is my bum. Leaning down, feeling his breath on my neck, I fall into the moment.

I have always known I have enjoyed having my butt caressed. However, when Mr. Disney caresses my butt it is beyond a sexual feeling, I receive more than just a pleasant "oh, that is nice" feeling -

I have a deep down, "please don't ever stop, take me away Calgon, let me fall into your arms forever" feeling.


It is truly bliss.

Mr. Disney, may I please have another?



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Please Share My Umbrella
Posted:Jun 21, 2017 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2017 5:12 pm
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It has been raining lately, and I am glad the water levels have finally returned to almost normal heights, being much too low is quite scary.

The other night Mr. Disney offered to take Puppy for a walk as it was drizzling still, much like he normally does and I decided to go along with him. I needed to changed my clothes into something that could withstand the pitter patter of the rain. I thought I would wear something to tease him, and since he had not seen me wear this one dress I decided on it.


Mr. Disney asked me:
What are you wearing?

Me:
My purple jersey beach dress

Mr. Disney
Now, I feel under-dressed

Me- Giggling:
Oh don't feel that way, it is just a beach dress.

Then he see me in said dress and exposed cleavage
Smile of great approval on his face
I adjust my little girl halo


Mr. Disney:
Now I feel Over Dressed,

Me:
Oh? Why is that?

Mr. Disney:
Need to take my clothes off!

Me:
giggling and laughing


Then I make sure my nipples are hard and pressing on the jersey fabric as we walk and the sprinkling rain hits my milky flesh, leaving me wet and the fabric soaked in places under my umbrella. I do not wear panties during the walk, now and then flash him my hinny from under the pulled up hemline.


Giggles

I am duly rewarded upon return home for being such a very good girl!



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Migraines and Humor - What a Combo
Posted:Jun 15, 2017 2:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2017 6:28 pm
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Although more common in males, Sexual Headaches do exists and are can occur in people who are prone to having migraines. The pressure in the skulls builds during the onset of sexual arousal and can strike full blown migraine proportions upon orgasms - skull splitting pain.


yeah - talking about paybacks - no thank you


but this is just another condition which I have to endure ever now and then. And last night I had one. It was horrible.

Mr. Disney was very kind in helping me, as I curled in a fetal position, tightly holding my head to keep it from exploding, while fighting the urge to projectile vomit across the room.


Just the response every partner desires after working so diligently to give one a great orgasm.
sigh.


Eventually I was able to sit up, then stand wobbly, and drink some water. Then I took some meds and had to eat food with the meds - lovely trick to have with a stomach that wants to hurl.

Over an hour later, we were back in bed, and he was holding me: spooning me. My head was still sore, but instead of my whole entire head just one lobe was in pain. His arm was carefully under the pillow and my neck, and the other one over my waist.

We lay there talking in hushed tones. Now and then he caressed my hair. I asked him about Father's Day, and what we were going to do about "something" due to the fact we would be visiting family.

My question was sincere, as visiting family will postpone my Daddy's Day Gift to him.

His response? oh my gosh. Made me laugh!

Only I could not due to the agonizing pain.

My breathing became very erratic trying to subdue the laughing. No use.

So there I am, he is holding me, tears running down my face in pain, laughing from the humor and trying not to laugh. His body is shaking as he laughs, trying to apologize, but he can't because it is too darn funny.


So there we are, for over fifteen minutes.

Trying not to laugh, but we are shaking
I have tears of pain
My lungs are hurting
My head wants to split open
And we are laughing.

Totally absurd.

Completely In Love.



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