Squirting PSA

It's not a secret that I'm a squirter.  I'm pretty open and up-front about it.  I've not met a guy yet that doesn't swear to love it.  Most don't understand why a woman would be embarrassed or even ashamed by squirting.  

Here's the thing, though.  When I squirt, I don't usually squirt like the girl in Orgasm School.  Sure, I do sometimes.  But usually, for me and several squirters I know, it's more like a waterfall or flood.  Like pints of fluid.  That amount in the video?  That's just a trickle or a small stream.

Now, I am *not* ashamed or embarrassed when I squirt.  But when the one who just made me flood starts going "holy shit!" and runs and gets a towel, it doesn't matter how many times they say "that is so hot!" afterwards, I feel like I should be embarrassed or ashamed.  A less confident woman who has had this happen to her repeatedly *will* be embarrassed and/or ashamed.

I don't want to ever be made to feel like I should be embarrassed or ashamed of what my body does when I have pleasure.  This means I do not like to orgasm in front of other people in a public setting.  One, there's always a mess to clean up, and two, I don't want to hear bystanders going OMG!, or HOLY SHIT!  I'd prefer a more reverent tone saying "wow, that is so awesome!" or even "I wish I could do that..."

So if you get the privilege to play with someone who squirts, and they tell you they squirt *a lot*, please try and be prepared for a proper reaction when the flood comes.  We're not blowing smoke up your ass, we're trying to prepare you!

Oh, and waterproofing the play area is a good idea.  Because you don't really want to sleep in the swamp we will turn your bed into.  Trust me.

Casting

So last night I went over to a friend's house and she did a cast of my chest for posterity.  This is after she very lovingly oiled me up so the plaster wouldn't stick:

Putting the plaster on: 

Waiting for it to dry...

She's promised to send me a photo of the finished product once she's done with, and I'll make sure to post it here.  Happy HNT!

Hey, it's Thursday!

Let's see if I have anything on my computer that I haven't shared for HNT yet....

Oh, I KNOW!  I was going to do this and I totally forgot!  

I've had my new boobs for a year now.  Let's see how much they've changed, shall we?

Right after surgery, still with stitches:

Back in Ocotober last year:

Today:

and I still love them!

Happy HNT!

I've never really liked my legs, especially my thighs.  I wasn't allowed to participate in sports while growing up due to the religion me parents raised me in.  (Bad associations, you know, they could corrupt me.  Not to mention taking time away from serving god.)  So I've never really been active.  But I started going to the gym and walking/running on the treadmill to lose the weight I'd gain after my second baby.  

The boobs left.  That sucked ass.  But we've fixed that, so I don't hate my body anymore.  And as a side effect of all of that walking, my legs are getting toned!  I'm super excited about that!  I've still got a ways to go, but for the first time ever, I'm starting to actually like my legs.

worth every damn penny we spent!

I LOVE my new boobs!






 
I no longer hate my body anymore, yay!

Happy HNT!

The new 'girls'!

*sigh*
My tan is fading, I really need to hit the pool or the tanning bed.
I still can't lay on my stomach, so pool it is!

what I've been up to the past month

So I had the Best Birthday EVER thanks to my Main Man and a bunch of lovely people who participated. It was AWESOME! And then, I had surgery. But not just any surgery, oh no.

Stitches, one week after:

That's right, bitches! I got the top half of a mommy makeover!.

As you can see, one week out, they still look like cartoon boobs, but within a year, they will be awesome. Fortunately, with my clothes on, they don't look quite as cartoon-like!

Happy HNT, everyone!

Body issues

Of course I think of all the things I want to write in this post at either midnight or 4am, when it's too damn cold to get out of bed and write it down.

Almost every woman I know has some issue with their body that they don't like. Usually it's how much they weigh. As if every single woman on the planet is supposed to look like the models on the runway. Or porn stars. *puke*

I LOVE my curves. LOVE LOVE LOVE them! Guys like them too. Just ask Sir Mix-a-Lot. (That happens to be my husband's favorite, song, btw.) I love having a small waist and fairly wide hips. I HATE shopping for jeans, though. They don't make jeans for girls with an ass. And my thighs, well, they will NEVER fit into any of the popular "skinny" jeans, and I'm totally okay with that. Other than that's the only style they're selling right now. What, did every other body style suddenly drop off the face of the earth?

Something else that totally pisses me off is these skinny-ass women with no curves, no belly fat and no ass to speak of bitching and moaning about how "fat" they are. Are you fucking kidding me? a/I don't want a body like that, and b/if I did, I'd be walking around like I was the muther fuckin bitch! If you've got a great body, stop complaining about it and own it! Grow some balls or something. Please. Hell, even if you DON'T have the 'perfect' body, it's still yours. Own it. Stop bitching.

Now, I made peace with my body many years ago. I liked my boob size, I liked my weight, I liked my butt. I guess I was one of the rare ones. (who knew!) When I complained about clothes not fitting me, it's usually ranting against the industry, not my body shape.

And then...

Children happened. Sneaky little bastards. Well, technically they're NOT bastards, but you know what I mean.

I gained weight. My boobs got bigger (that was REALLY nice). My ass got bigger. My clothes no longer fit me.

After my first child, it didn't really bother me much. Eventually I went back down to my pre-baby size. I was okay with that. Sacrifices have to be made to continue the gene pool. After my second baby, well, the weight didn't come back off. I had to work for it. And I was okay with that. After all, I'm a bit older than most new moms, and most women my age have to work to keep their body size.

I lost the extra weight. YAY!

Except my boobs left with all that extra weight. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

So now my jeans fit, but my bras don't. And with my curvy hips and butt, I NEED a little bit on top to balance things out! I don't even have a little bit anymore. This makes me very sad. I don't mind it so much when I'm naked, just when I'm dressed and there's no balance.

Right now, I'm cheating by wearing one of my older bras that makes it LOOK like I still have my boobs, but they don't fill my bra at all. *cries*

So tonight, I'm off to Vicky's to find a push-up that will at least give me the illusion of boobs under my clothes.

So even though guys really don't give a damn about how big or small your tits (or ass, or hips, or waist, or etc....) are (just show up naked, with beer would be awesome!), I will still be looking into 'enhancing' my silhouette. Dammit.