Stoney tried to kiss me but I pushed him away and flipped him, straddling him and holding his arms down.  “You’re getting me all muddy,” he whined playfully.  I smushed my hand down in the mud and smeared it on his cheek, laughing.

Finally I kissed him and the passion ignited quickly, the adrenaline from struggling adding an intensity.  I ground against him and he grabbed my hips roughly.  Impatient, I tore his pants open and hungrily swallowed his cock while straddling his leg, massaging my swollen clit.

When I let it slide out of my mouth, he threw me back to the ground and squeezed my breasts hard while sinking his cock inside me with wild abandon.  His eyes closed and the look on his face held more intensity than I ever noticed.  Oblivious to the mud all over us or the fact that we were outside in the yard, he allowed his need to completely envelop him.  His raw desire brought me to a hard and fast climax, unable to contain my exclamations of pleasure, I cared not who might hear.  The world around us didn’t exist…it was only us.

He drove into me, massaging my g-spot, with another loud cry I felt the sweet gush of fluids pour from my sex and onto the ground to mix with the mud.  The warm and welcoming feeling of the flood pushed Stoney over the edge and he moaned loudly as his orgasm pulsed through the two of us, seeming to last for minutes on end. 

He fell on top of me and we laid breathless before looking around us.  The neighbors dog was watching us with interest we didn’t spy anyone else around.  Then we looked at each other and laughed at the mud spots all over us.  “I think there’s mud in my ears!  Let’s get in and take a shower.”

“Well if you insist.”

My husband, StoneyCloudfire and I have been really enjoying our ninja training lately.  Along with the standard kicks and punches which comprise the “hard” style of martial arts, we learn the “soft” style.  Don’t be fooled by the name, the soft style carries with it much more danger because it uses no strength or muscle, simply the opponents weight and balance against him. 

He and I frequently choose each other as partners in class.  Our familiarity helps us get to the core of the exercise and legally coping a feel of my husband in class outweighs throwing over a skinny 11 year old boy any day.   The other day we were practicing a technique and suddenly I flew threw the air and landed on the mat before I even knew what hit me.  A thrill went through my spine I smiled, “You’ll have to try that on me again later.”  He winked back at me.

Later that evening we were out on the porch enjoying a cigarette and talking about our class.  “I’d like to practice that technique some more,” I said.  So we wandered out into the yard and took our positions.

“I’ll go first, you try and grab me.”  Stoney reached for my neck and I blocked it quickly turning around so that he was behind me and I could lift him up on my hip.  In one smooth movement he flew around and onto the ground.

“Oof, that was good, I think you’re getting it. I didn’t really think about the fact that it has been raining for a few days, my ass is wet, ” he said.  “My turn.”

I grabbed his wrist and he broke free, before I even realized he had a hold of my arm, I sailed through the air and landed with a thud on the ground.  He held my arm while standing over my head for the finishing move of the technique.  “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, our shifu would make you do push ups for asking me that!”  I took his moment of hesitation to push his leg out from under him and we landed in a heap on the ground, playfully wrestling together, jockeying for position.  Until we started taking this class we had never been much with the horseplay so I found this amusing and thrilling.  My body squished into the mud deliciously as he pressed down onto me, holding my hands above my head.  I strugged against him with my lower body.  Soon his erection pressed against me and I now writhed in desire instead of resistance…

(ever notice all these words rhyme with masturbation?!)

I was sooo glad to have E over, particularly because she is nice enough not to mention my terrible housekeeping skills.  But the sheets were nice and fresh smelling when we rolled into them Friday afternoon.  I let her get her boob and fishnet fetishes out of the way before she descended on my ravenous pussy.  I think she’s been getting more lessons from her husband because she had me moaning and squirming in orgasm in no time flat.  Or maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder and the clit come quicker as well.

Next she put her expert hands to work and a nice puddle of ejaculate formed under my ass as my body turned to jello.  By then I was dying to get going on the pussy worship.  She presented her gorgeous snatch over my face, careful not to drown me, and I gleefully feasted on her.

She topped it all off by fingering my ass while letting me ride her purple cock and suck her toes!  WOW!  I think we covered a myriad of fetishes in just one short afternoon.

Typical procratstination, I’m listening to the hum of the sheets in the dryer now…anticipating E’s arrival in just 40 minutes or so.  I gave myself a face mask and lovingly cleaned the sex toys, including E’s beloved purple cock.  It has been a while since she’s taken it to me so I have high hopes.

Once my husband gets out of the shower I am going to give myself a nice clean shave and make sure my pussy is ripe for the singing. 

Steve Perry is okay but she actually gets much more turned on my some Alice Cooper.  Bad rocker chick to the core…”Your web, I’m caught, Your skin, so wet,  Black lace on sweat….I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous. Poison…”  Anyone remember the Bulletboys?!  They were all about sex, “Smooth up in ya!”  What does that even mean?!  Who really cares!?  Sorry I’ve gotten off on quite the tangent…the effect of rock music on my tender adolescent sexuality is another post entirely.

So better late than never I’m wondering what I should wear?!  I guess we’ve established that I need to find some fishnets she can rip…geez, where are they?  Black lace dress again?  Do I really need anything at all to go with the fishnets?  Well my husband is asking me to do something for him before he leaves so I need to sign off…details later, of course!

Finally my computer has recovered from it’s coffee hangover and better late than never I present a picture of my glow in the black lighting fishnets. E says she can always count on my outfits to be “on theme” but I must admit that night I really got it right! It was so fun to wear my swim dress out and the fishnets were the perfect accessory! I felt like the belle of the ball that night for sure!

Sometimes I feel weird about wearing fishnets. I guess it is kind of old fashioned of me, but they seem a bit on the slutty side. E said anytime is a good time for fishnets but she’s biased, LOL! Then I saw a young teen girl wearing hot pink fishnets and I started thinking…well, what was edgy when I was a kid is just plain mainstream now.

I got to be on the other side of the coin and fondle someone else’s fishnets at a party last week. It was awesome!! Now I have decided they are going to become a regular part of my evening wear repertoire for good. There are a few pairs now stuffed into my underwear drawer with my sex toy collection because it took me a while to find these and I kept buying back up pairs. As you can see they make my legs look pretty darn nice, so I’ve given up any kind of false sense of propriety for style!

Now of course my visions and fantasies are starting to go wild…Can’t you just see a great big Chick Orgy full of nothing but women of all shapes and sizes wearing all different colored fish net stockings?! At the very least it would make for an exquisite photograph.

Yes, E managed quite well through the fishnets but as usual one of our dates could not be without a wardrobe malfunction! So there we are in the back of the van, her fingers deftly massaging my clit as I grope her hungrily. I went to throw my head back in ecstasy and youch…my big beautiful hoop earrings were caught in her glasses (which she was still wearing to keep an eye out for intruders). So we had to completely readjust ourselves before I could come.

I was sad that due to our top secret location, I didn’t see or taste her new shave/trim job, but it was very enticing to touch.

For those of you just joining us, Granola Girl is E’s alter ego or perhaps imaginary friend who is against types of body hair shaving.  We finally kicked her off the blog and tried to find ways to shave without too much razor burn and pain.  I started shaving just the little strip really close to my clit for more pleasureable oral sex for my partners.  So yesterday to my shock and horror I find a really big ingrown hair!!  All I can think about is my long awaited rendevous with E tonight, hoping for some serious pussy worship and now I have this horrible, ugly, ingrown hair.

So Granola Girl, I hang my head in shame for not taking your advice.  Even though summer is coming, I think I may have to go hairy hippy girl from here on out!

So I’ve been cleaning house all week trying to get ready for a visit from the mother in law, and I thought things looked pretty good. Then I was doing a load of laundry and looked over to see my red corset and red fishnet hose laying by there where I had left them to dry. That would have been interesting sight for my (frigid) mother in law and my (queer) brother in law!

This thing looked much better from the rear, had constant wardrobe malfunctions with the top.

I have a couple of steamy stories in my head but I just don’t have time to write now so here’s  a little treat…My 4 year old came over my shoulder while I was cropping and said, “Mommy you need some pants.”  OH how many times have I said that to her?!

Eliza’s A Doll

Check the tongue at the very end…sci fi hottie for sure!