My Fav-Halloween!

As many of my long time readers know Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.
October has finally gotten cold here and is beautiful. I hope everyone enjoys the mysterious holiday.
For a look at my more witchy self, check out my Halloween entry from my first year here.

Why Would God Want Us To Hate Our Bodies?

It's something I don't understand: I see often see evidence that God wants us to hate our bodies. I recently witnessed an example and I wanted to voice my opinion.

The other day I was working out at Curves and I saw something that made me think.

I should preface this with the fact that I live in an area that has a high population of Orthodox Jewish families. I was raised Jewish, but no longer practice it. I have converted to the Wiccan religion, although I still consider Judaism my ethnicity.

A young Orthodox Jewish girl came in to work out. She went to the changing rooms and returned dressed in sneakers, black leotards, a midi-length pleated gray skirt, and a long sleeved checkered blouse that was literally buttoned to the neck. Although plainly and modestly dressed , as per the laws of her religion, she was pretty girl. She was obviously extremely self-conscious. Some of the machines were difficult for her to take advantage of in a skirt and sometimes she got tangled up in moving from machine to machine.
I felt for the girl as she checked her top shirt button on a regular basis and did her best to do the circuit of machines.

What is so wrong with our bodies that several religions insist on such extreme modesty? Orthodox Judaism and Islam along with some sects of Christianity (such as the Amish), come to mind first.
Can religion dictate such 'morality' over basic primal instincts? Should it?
The religion I now practice recognizes that I am a part of nature,not above it. Therefore my body, in any form, is beautiful, natural and good. I have danced naked in the moonlight and it has empowered me. It didn't make me evil, bad or disgusting. Don't misunderstand me I believe in modesty, especially for young girls these days. It's the degree of it and the teaching behind it that almost saddens me.

Just my opinion....rant over.

What The Hell?!

OK folks I thought I wrote a sex blog, not a barf blog.
I've had 7 comments on Debbie's Explosive Night and zero on the tribute to CJ or my latest installment of my cheating story.
What's going on here?
Am I missing something?

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

OK...OK

As we were going to bed last night, CJ 'reminded' me that the last entry here was his and wasn't very pleasant.

He told me that I should continue my story or people will stop reading my blog.
CJ suggested that I could even post pictures until I put the story online. So far be it from me to disagree with CJ when he has a good idea, below are some pictures honoring my partner.

DD's explosive night - a warning

Well Deb's came home from her trip to AC and brought me a wonderful pizza from my favorite award winning shop in Media, PA for me to feast upon.
Wonderful as always, however she didn't bring herself one since she had dined with her mom earlier in the day at the Plumstead Inn (26 W State St, Media, PA 19063) as she has often done. Now I've eaten dinner at the Plumstead several times and judge the food to be boringly mundane at best, however, this and a subsequent trip for DD would be much different... lets just say the local health department should be notified.


For the second time this year (and from eating at the same restaurant), I have had to watch my wonderful mate suffer from explosive diarrhea, retching, the dry heaves and a high fever for more than a day. Yup, you guessed it - your friend and my enemy - food poisoning!
I won't go into the fetid details suffice to say I have forced liquids and chicken broth down her throat, along with acetaminophen to reduce her (at one time) 103.1° fever. She is feeling somewhat better at this writing, missing only two days of work after her erstwhile vacation.


My advice to you should you decide to dine at the Plumstead Inn located in Media, PA - don't go for lunch and if you do, avoid foods that should be kept cold at all times such as cole slaw since it contains egg products that can spoil if left at room temperature for an extended time.
The general rule of thumb is to keep hot food above 140° and cold food below 42°..

'Nuff said

CBW #65 - A Thank You

This week's CBW was submitted as part thank you and part proof of his enjoyment of Dirty Debbie's blog.
He wasn't sure it was up to my standards, but I think it's a fine example. The cockring, trimmed base and balls, bulging and throbbing everywhere! Yummy.
The following was included with the picture:
...this is what your blog does to my cock. I hope you enjoy...
Enjoyed! Thanks again.

Taking A Gamble

I started up and posted another part in my cheat story yesterday and I hope every one enjoys it.
I will post the next part of the story after this week's CBW.
I'm going on my annual trip to Atlantic City for some long awaited relaxation. CJ will keep the home fires burning while I'm gone.
I usually am inspired in the den of inequity up there so I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I'll even hit the jackpot.
Wish me luck.
More, so much more, upon my return.

Subject: I Want You (Appreciation II)

It’s been a while since I started this story; so don’t forget the previous installment here.

If you want to go the beginning start here.

This time it took a little longer to hear back from Mark. I figured I blew it, made things too real too fast. I consoled myself by knowing that at least I wasn’t fooling myself. I’ve known for most of my adult life that I get in trouble by wearing my heart on my sleeve, but at least I'm honest, right?
It’s just that I’m living a lie in regards to my home life. I still hadn’t confronted James about the news I got from our nosey neighbor.

Then on one particularly gray non-descript kind of day I opened my Apple Mail to an email from Mark. It had been over a week, but I was still glad to see it. I was almost afraid to read it. I settled in at the kitchen table with my coffee and proceeded to read the thoughts from a like mind. Mark apologized for not getting back to me sooner, but he needed to think. He needed to think about all the consequences of sleeping with a married woman.
He described the same sort of sleepless nights that I had, trying to figure things out. It was different for him, he wasn’t attached. I would have never even entertained the idea if I didn’t know for sure James had cheated on me.

In the end he did exactly what I needed him to do. Mark gave me a time and date along with a place to meet him. I was familiar with the restaurant he mentioned; it was part of the downtown Hyatt Regency hotel. He asked for an RSVP as soon as possible.
The last part of his email told me what he wanted, and I was more than ready to comply. He told me what he wanted me to wear. I didn’t mind because all his wishes were sexy to me. He wanted me only to wear a garter and stockings, no panties and, as he put it, my prettiest bra. He wanted a simple dress, black if I had one. Light on the make up and perfume. Finally a set of high heels.

Mark also let me know that he expected me to be a very willing participant. He wanted full pleasure from me and wanted to fully pleasure me.
He expected me not to get myself off until he saw me. And insisted that I promise I wouldn’t. He wanted me to bring one toy I played with when I thought of him or cybered with him.
I didn’t need to think anything over this time. I replied telling him that I would be ready in two days with everything he wanted. I made the requested promise of not letting any of my toys touch my pussy until I saw him.

It was a mere 48 hours until I met Mark, until I could feel appreciated as a woman again, but the time crawled by, it was excruciating.
Finally the day arrived, I was meeting Mark at 1:00pm downtown. I kicked around in my pajamas after James left. I didn’t even kiss him goodbye. Then I showered, trimmed my pussy, and put on one of favorite light fragrances, aptly named Wonderful. The only makeup I applied was a little eye shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss. I slipped easily into my stockings, bra, and dropped my black dress over me. Simplicity if often a statement of elegance so I chose a pair of drop pearl earrings and a silver chain necklace for my jewelry.
Finally, I grabbed a purse, slipped the one toy I was requested to bring, and put on my shoes.
I got to the restaurant about ten minutes early. I looked at the sparsely populated bar to see if Mark was there yet. It was early in the day, but I wanted a drink badly. Then a handsome man in a navy suit got up and approached me.
“Debbie?”, he said warmly.
“Yes”, I answered, probably sounding sheepish.

He put his hand behind my back and led me to the bar. I ordered a Cosmo and we talked. Things quickly became familiar. True the vodka relaxed me, but I did need it a little bit. We moved to a table and enjoyed a light lunch, we keep the conversation just as light, not fooling ourselves about what was going to be for dessert and why we were here. That was fine with me. We finished off with some coffee, and before I had finished my cup Mark pulled a key from his pocket, showed it to me, and said,
“It’s time honey, I need you”
I nodded, we stood, paid the bill, and headed to our room, I felt butterflies flying between my guts and my already dampening pussy.

There was no more waiting…it had begun. I was married and going to a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon with a man I met on the internet. That was the last time I thought of James.

CBW #64 - And Now For Something....

...Completely different!
The proverbial words of Monty Python never rang truer.
Mr W. in his email said "at your service" and below is one of the two pictures he sent. He's always up for the task when I make a request for CBW pictures.
What's different is that it isn't catering to my fetish.
Usually a picture of a handsome hard cock popping out of pants or briefs made me wet on the spot.
This picture shows a good man hard at work!
Yummy!