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Guestblog: Rendezvous with Renee

I love this blog, the reasons are twofolds. I love a good author who gets better and better as you follow them from their blogging beginning and 2nd a witty, funny person behind the keyboard who are not afraid of venting their personal stuff out to the world. Me, I’m not that strong. I’m happy to call her my friend. So off you go and adore her blog peeps, well worth reading and following.

In her own words:

Beware of the blonde bombshell that has no fear and wields a mighty keyboard. My stories tend to run the gamut. You never know what you’re going to get. It could be erotica or general fiction.
I have two grown children and the love and support of my family and friends. My sense of humor is whip smart, I’m sarcastic as fuck and I flirt like no other. My heart is good and I love with all of it. And I’m really a 12 year old boy trapped in a 45 year old woman’s body.
I have a few stories published with Ether Books. I’m hoping to have more published soon. Thank you for your support.

I present: Rendevouz with Renee

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Savoring Your Want of Me (Part IV and End)

The rate you fuck me is excruciatingly slow.

You look up at my face and smile at my impatience.

I bang my hands on your back, but you continue your momentum.

I cry, and you catch my tears with your lips.

You whisper, “hush,” then hasten your movements.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,”  you breathe into my ear.

“Tomorrow.”

“And the next day,” you say.

As you release your essence into me.

You breathe your promise to me.

To do it…

Again.

And.

Again.

To never stop,

What we’ve begun…

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Quoteful Thursday-Tyler Knott Gregson

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Girl of Colours

She was a Girl of Colours

Darkness and Light too

She was Beauty and Ugliness

Death and Life

Brilliant yet Tarnished

Fire and Water, her elements

She was Everything yet she was Nothing

She was a Woman of Substance that became a Ghost

Even before her Demise she had become an Apparition

She was a Girl of Colours

Darkness and Light too

She was Beauty and Ugliness

Death and Life

Brilliant yet Tarnished

Fire and Water, her elements

She was Everything yet she was Nothing

She was a Woman of Substance that became a Ghost

Even before her Demise she had become an Apparition

Fancy a Brew?

Thank you my dear friend The Reclining Gentleman for the tag. I love coffee. It is a necessary evil in my life. It works to keep me focused because of ADHD. If I didn’t drink it, I’d be even more crazy than I already am. :-)

1) How many cups of coffee per day? At least three cups. Starbucks dark roast preferably.

2) What is your favourite caffeine delivery system? Coffee of course. I’ll drink Coke Zero though. Yum!

3) What was your best cup of coffee? My favorite coffee is Komodo Dragon dark roast from Starbucks. It is bitter and earthy. Add a little ground cinnamon and I’m in Heaven.

4) What was your worst cup of coffee? Oh hell, I don’t know. Probably the gas station we stopped at a few years ago when we were driving to Florida to go to Disney World. It looked like old bathwater and tasted like burnt bacon. Sure, I’d love to drink the bathwater of Ryan Gosling or Johnny Depp, but not in my coffee. GROSS!!!

5) What does your favourite mug say? LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE. What else would you expect from a fiery wench such as moi?

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At work, I use a mug that’s covered in flowers, because I’m such a dainty maiden. I need one that’s animal print though. I’m sure  it would go better with my goofy personality. Or maybe I can find one that has the F word repeated all over it. Roger Darling would love that I’m sure.

6) How do you take your coffee? Caramel syrup, real cream, and two Sweet and Low. My dear husband tells me I’m high maintenance. Even with my coffee. I do believe he is right.

7) When was your first cup? I was a latchkey kid, so probably when I was 8 or 9. I was always sneaky and doing things I shouldn’t. Hell, I started smoking when I was 13.

8) Have you ever gone on a coffee tea date? Yes, with Roger Darling of course. And a few of my girlfriends. Starbucks is a favorite place to hang out. It’s nice to sit and chat with a dark roast, Venti.

Sometimes I wonder why the FUCK I had children!

Sometimes my kids annoy the FUCK out of me!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m so in love with them.  I’m proud of them, and I think they’re super fun.  But just once I’d like them to just root for me.  Most of the time they do, but sometimes I just want to say why don’t you like me?  I’m not the typical momma.  Hell when my daughter first starting bringing friends home form college we’d all have drinks.  And to welcome them into the fold we always, always drank a shot of good tequila together.  Of course I drank mine straight with no lime or salt, because I’m not a PUSSY!  Thank God I’ve quit drinking because I on more than one occasion I have gotten completely wasted and made an ass of myself.  Now I just make an ass of myself when I’m sober.  It’s way more fun when I can remember doing it!  But I digress….

So Meg sends me this link to the tv show True Life from Mtv called My Mom is Hot!  I thought it was funny till she told me she and her brother thought I acted like the blonde bimbo that had tits the size of basketballs.  The woman was an embarrassment to herself and her children and definitely needed some intensive therapy.  I may act a fool and embarrass my kids but I do it for my enjoyment and not for attention.  I could be in a store and standing in the humorous card section laughing like a hyena.  Or I’m singing show tunes in public in front of my kids.  Or dancing and singing while working the floor at Petco.  Or in a dark bar watching women take off their clothes at a burlesque show.  Burlesque shows are super fun by the way.  Go to one!  We’ll discuss it in another post….  Hey don’t judge me!  I’m free, sorta young and enjoying life…..

So back to the origin of the post.  I told my daughter that I was hurt by the comparison.  That I didn’t act like that and I certainly wouldn’t desecrate my body the way that woman did.  I also said that I’m 43, thin, healthy, and happy.  I asked that she and her brother find out how a woman my age should act and let me know.  I will then be sure to do the exact opposite of that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She called me and told me to chill out.  That she was actually just saying that my tits were that HUGE, even though in reality they are so not.  She said when she and Adam were watching it, they both looked at each other and said wow that could be our mom!  So I guess if they find me funny, that’s a good thing.  If they find me embarrassing, that’s A-okay too.  But thankfully they don’t find me to be a train wreck anymore.  And that’s a VERY, VERY good thing.

Guestblog: A Dissolute Life Means…

A very personal blog about Hyacinth and her life after the divorce and her nowadays sexlife in all it’s details, a truly revealing blog and quite often very sexy and hot. Who doesn’t love to read about peoples real life sex life, well I do at least… Brings out the little peeping tom in me Smile with tongue out It’s a great blog and such a lovely, friendly (well at least online Winking smile)  girl, you will enjoy this blog.

I present A Dissolute Life Means…

In their own words:

I am Hyacinth Jones. Multi-layered, multi-moraled, multi-educated; a mother; a feminist who wants to be dominated, a hard-ass who wants to be coddled; a lover of man-on-man lovin’; a lover of lovin’.

In September of ’10, I separated from my ex-husband and began fucking my way through grief and sorrow finding solace in a cock between my thighs. No joke.

I never thought much about it beyond the fact that I had a need and I wanted to fill it. While fucking liberally and with zest my heart continued to ice over. I ate men for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. —> to be continued on her About me page

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So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

1st post:

I ACCIDENTALLY POOPED ON A DUDE.

That’s right. You read that correctly. I. pooped. on. a. dude.

A tragic sentence that played on a constant loop in my head for about 48 hours after the fact.

Here’s the thing. It was an accident – a total fucking accident. I didn’t mean to shit on a dude. A warm, muscle-y, big-cocked fellow whose bodily treats really brought the shat upon himself. I swear. The poop, it came out of my butt, and went on another living human being quite completely by accident. OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I can’t believe this happened to me!

But if he hadn’t bucked so hard inside of me; if he hadn’t had such a deliciously big cock that knocked my g-spot right off the map; if I hadn’t stayed on top so long; and if I hadn’t moved to the goddamned chair this never would have happened.

So here’s the deal — the God’s honest truth — SHIT REALLY DOES HAPPEN. And here’s how it all went down:

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I WANT AN ENTIRE DAY DEDICATED TO SEX AND PLAY, BUT NO ONE ELSE DOES.

In a way, I’ve struck out twice.

When I was with Jason last Saturday I told him how one of my fantasies was to spend an entire day with a lover, with him, wherein we would fuck and play all day long. He looked at me as he buckled his pants and said, “I don’t know what you think I can do, but I’m only human.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I think I may have stammered, but I bet it came out much more smoothly than that. “Well, I just mean we fuck, rest, play, cuddle, eat, take lots of breaks, but the point of the whole day is to be naked and hedonistic.”

I couldn’t believe I was quantifying it. He sort of shrugged.

Then, I said the same exact thing to The Neighbor and his reaction was similar.

WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE.

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I DATE MEN THAT I COULD HAVE BABYSITTED.

Tonight I went on a date with a 25-year-old. Twenty.five.  ELEVEN years my junior.  I feel like a cradle-robber, an old fart, and a bad ass all at once.

I have NO idea what’s up with this slew of young men who want to bang me, talk to me and otherwise partake in my company, but I’m down.  There’s something innocent and charming about these boys who think they can hang with me.  I like their efforts.

And I don’t mean that in a condescending way, but come on.  A single, childless man in his mid- to late-twenties who’s never had a serious commitment, career, or care in the world is not and cannot be my peer.  I have lived several lives in the years that create our age separation.  Maybe even a thousand lives.  He can be sweet, sensitive, intelligent, fun, sexy, and passionate, but he cannot relate to life as a 36 year-old single mother with a graduate degree and a career.

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I GO ON DATES WITH A QUIVER IN MY BELLY.

He’s tall, smart, charming and sexy. I’m following him home then we’re going to my friend’s birthday party.

There will be spelunking later.

Also, TN came over earlier. It was beautiful.

I am happy and in control and my breasts look delish. Perfect.

I plan on a good, hard fuck tonight wish me luck.

[Update: No sex. Not up to snuff. Proud of myself.]

HYACINTH FEELS SEXY.

xbacklitIn about an hour I’ll be in a crowded lobby with my tits covertly pressed against The Neighbor’s arm whenever I can manage it.  He’ll look at me knowingly and lean into the softness.

Then, once in the darkened theater, he’ll spread his knees and I’ll have hot meat in my hand and a beer in the other.

I can’t fucking wait.

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