You want a WHAT????!!!!!!

Good morning my sexy lovelies out there! I thought I'd write a little about a subject that's come up time and again in my personal life. And I remembered that the guy I lost my virginity to at age 20 (yes, I was that old) broke my heart shortly after by telling me how he had always wanted a threesome with another woman. My response was swift--to me it only meant one thing--I wasn't enough to keep him interested. He willing took my virginity away only to declare me "not enough--I need two women". That's how I took it.

And of course, here we are, a few decades later, and he's not the only guy who I've been intimate with who still yearns to have two women at once. My husband and I have nearly divorced over this topic several times. WTF is going on???!!

I'm bringing it up because Jordan--my lovely Jordan--misinterpreted a Snapchat pic I sent him the other night of me and a friend of mine (female, very pretty) by suggesting the three of us have sex together sometime. Ummmmmm....that was NOT what I was expecting. And of course, his response took me back to that moment when my virginity-stealer told me HE wanted a threesome. It was like BAM!!!!!! Snap your fingers, there I was, 20 years old again.

Why are we women like this???!! Why do we instantly think we aren't enough for you if you want to spice it up with four tits and two vaginas??!! 

It's a culmination of a lifetime of societal and media influence that belittles women and reduces them to objectification. It's the Disney fantasy that there is our Prince Charming out there and we are his Princess and if we could only just find each other, we shouldn't want anyone else. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! And not especially after just one roll in the hay. Or two. REALLY???!!!! YOU'RE BORED WITH ME ALREADY???!!!

That's how women see your request/fantasy to fuck two women at the same time. Us, and yet another woman we have to compete with for your attention. Because we aren't sexy enough to keep your attention obviously.

If you guys can get that, and I mean REALLY get that, you'd fucking stop asking us to have sex with you and some other hot chick who's going to make us feel like shit about ourselves, and push our relationship with you into the toilet. Because once we've given in to your fantasy, we can really never get back our dignity. No woman TRULY enjoys sharing her husband/boyfriend/SO with another hot chick. GET REAL GUYS!!!

We spend our whole lives trying to measure up to what society tells us we need to be. We need to be, in no particular order: Thin, sexy, perfect skin, no wrinkles, smart, funny, a good dresser, organized, a good cook. Basically Martha Stewart meets Supermodel. Who can truly be this??!!! We try endlessly to squash who we really are so that you'll love us and accept us for who we truly are. And then you go and suggest we bring another woman into our bed???!!! WTF???!!!

Now now, don't get your panties in a wad because I know my audience tends to be those that don't really think this way anymore. BUT it's important for you men out there to know that's how we women tick. We are programmed from birth to find our one true love and he will satisfy our every need and we will satisfy his. And then one night, probably a little tipsy, you whisper, "Hmmm, hey baby, your girlfriend is hot...think she'd want to join us in bed sometime??" And we go completely ballistic on you. And your head is spinning cuz you JUST DON'T GET WHAT HER FUCKING PROBLEM IS.

Now you know.

Confession time

Hello my lovelies! One thing you can count on is NaughtyAnna will ALWAYS be honest with you and tell you the down and dirty truth in all its glory and occasional ugliness. I have a confession to make. I have been debating whether or not to tell you because although it isn't exactly scandalous, it has been bothering me that I have held back on telling you. And I worship my readers and I have never held anything back to this point.

A little over two weeks ago, I had my regular Pap exam. I always ask for a full STD check. I'm honest with my doctor and let her know I have multiple lovers and aren't always as safe as I should be. She took a swab test and also ordered a full blood work up for HPV and HIV, which I could do after the exam, at the lab downstairs. The exam went well; she said I appear healthy as a horse and she'd call me with the results by Monday. The office called late that afternoon that I was clear of any HPV or HIV. You'll notice my Tweet that day said, "100% clean--as usual". I wasn't lying.

Monday morning, I was getting ready for my new guy I've been Snapchatting to show up for some morning fun and my cell phone rang. It wasn't even 8:00 o'clock in the morning, and it was my doctor's office. Guess what??!!

I tested positive for chlamydia.

There's only one person I could've caught it from.

Jordan.

I was told that she'd called in antibiotics for me and that I should take them immediately. AND that I needed to tell "all my sexual partners" because they needed to get tested and treated.

I only had 2. My husband, and Jordan.

I was with Jordan back in July, and he didn't give me anything then. SO......evidently, he'd been with someone between July and October 6th when he gave it to me.

I had to call him and tell him.

I was petrified. I didn't want to push him away. I didn't want him to think I was a skank and gave it to HIM. I immediately started Googling "chlamydia" and find out everything I could about this STD. And then of course I Googled, "How do I tell my guy he gave me an STD?" And the advice ran the gamut of, "Get rid of that douchebag!" to "Hey, he may not have known he had it. If he's hot, get yourselves treated and let it go." I was a mess. I didn't know what to think.

I couldn't decide if the worst part was telling him or the fact that I had a date RIGHT NOW that I had to cancel because my doctor told me I needed to wait FOUR WEEKS before I could have intercourse again. AND ONLY AFTER I GOT RE-TESTED TO MAKE SURE I WAS CLEAN.

I knew Jordan was out of town on his photo shoot (he's a model) and probably fucking the other models and knew he needed to know. He was spreading it to every girl he was with (I was just assuming he was sexually active). So....I needed to tell him; I needed to let him know not only did he give it to me but whoever he'd been with between he and I in July and this most recent date gave it to HIM. That he would need to call her and every other girl he'd been with during that four-month time.

And most importantly, I wanted to keep a good relationship with him. How the hell was I going to do that????!!!! What if he didn't believe me? What if he thought I gave it to HIM?! What if he was a jerk and a douchebag about it?? Would this mean the end of things between us? The internet basically said, "Don't tell by text or email. Do it in person or if that's not an option, call them." So I sent him a text that very day. I said that something came up and I needed to talk to him right away, could he call me today? He sent a text right back,"I can't talk right now, what's up?" So I said, "Nothing serious, but it's important. I don't want to text." He said, "I'll call you as soon as I can hun." I was so happy he called me "hun" LOL I started to relax. I thought, "This will go well."

I waited ALL FUCKING DAY for his call. A week later, it never came.

I started to get very anxious and angry. My hubby and I figured either he already knew (cuz one of the girls he'd probably fucked called him and said she had it) or he was just scared I was going to yell at him. Hubby said guys can't handle angry women. LOL Like that's something I'd do???!! I don't yell at people. (Except if they cheat on me).

So...after doing some FB trolling of his page, I saw that he was coming back from his photo shoot on Saturday and was asking for rides. I sent him a text asking when would he be back and did he need a ride from the airport? Crickets. He never responded. This was the day before Halloween. I was disappointed and started to freak out how he obviously wasn't planning on calling me at all. He was just going to sidestep me and hope I go away. I started to waver between being the angry bitch he was trying to avoid and being heartbroken that this beautiful man I'd fallen hard for was turning out to be, yes, a douchebag.

Halloween night, while we are having a raging, fun party at our home, he starts Snapchatting me. I was fucking ecstatic. He sent me a pic of him dressed in drag. He made such a pretty girl LOL I wasn't drunk yet but I was soooo happy. We Snapped back and forth and he made a reference to coming home the following day. I took a screenshot of the pic he sent, and after 4-5 Snaps, that was it. Neither of us mentioned "it".

Finally, by Monday morning, I was obsessed with telling him. I had a responsibility to tell him! I couldn't NOT tell him. Especially after my hubby went to the clinic and also tested positive. I'm his only sexual partner (right now). And yes, it was a brief test of his fidelity....but only from his point of view. I am very happy to report that it never once occurred to me that he had cheated again and had given me an STD. He brought it up--and I believe him with my whole heart and soul. He got on antibiotics too.

I just wanted to get it over with. I talked to my BFF and she gave me some pointers on what to say. Was it important he know he gave it to me? Was it? And how do I tell him without looking like a skank and a whore myself??? I used the advice my BFF gave me and also pieced together stuff from Askmen.com and wrote a script. I figured he wouldn't answer his phone, and I'd just leave a voicemail. That really, he'd left me no choice since he was refusing to call me back.

I used my "voice memos" on my phone to practice reading the script. I listened back to make sure my inflection wasn't bitchy or nasally or accusatory. It had to be JUST RIGHT. After two or three demos, I pulled up big-girl panties and dialed his number.

My heart was pounding. I started wishing I'd guzzled a couple shots of vanilla vodka for courage, but I had to go to work. And guess what???!!! HE ANSWERED!!!! Totally caught me off guard!!! I was all breathy and like, "hiiiiiii!!!!!! I didn't expect you to answer!!" I was so happy he clearly wanted to talk to me and wasn't avoiding me. Douchebag??? !! NOPE!!!! He was so cute and sexy. It was almost 2 in the afternoon and he'd said he'd just woke up. So, I'm imagining him laying in bed, naked under the covers, and I'm getting turned on. I almost forgot why I was calling him!!! LOL

He was great. I stumbled and stuttered, I told him how nervous I was, and that I was hoping he'd call ME cuz I just wanted to get this over with. I think I started by saying, "I'm not pregnant!" LOL He said, "What??!!!" and I was like, "That wouldn't be a bad thing, that would be a good thing...." haha I was so nervous. What script???!! I was totally nervous. I think the whole conversation lasted 3 minutes.  I just casually told him how I went to the doctor for my annual Pap. That I hadn't had any symptoms, but that the doctor said the incubation period is 1-3 weeks sooo.....it coincided with exactly us being together and me getting it. I didn't come right out and say, "YOU GAVE ME AN STD!" because that would be bitchy, and really? Of all the STD's it's not a big deal. He put me at ease a little being so understanding. I can't remember if he apologized; I don't think he did. I did tell him he was the only one I'd been with besides my husband and that "he's not allowed to be with anyone else right now" which is the total truth. He laughed. And he was great. He thanked me like 3-4 times, he actually said that my telling him the truth was "so commendable" and that he "greatly appreciated it." Lastly, I said something like, "yeah, it's really not a big deal--except not being able to have sex for 4 weeks sucks" LOL and we both laughed. I said, "I don't regret being with you and I'd love to see you again. You were fun!" and he said, "ABSOLUTELY!!! So...that was basically it. We both said a breathy "bye" and I was floating on air. It went better than I expected.

Sadly, I haven't heard from him since.

I don't know if he actually did anything about it. It wouldn't show on his social media of course. I wanted him to still see me as hot so in the following week I'd sent him a few naked/sexy pics of me (Snaps) and not only did he not respond to them twice he took over 12 to open them! I was heartbroken but the worst was when he posted a pic of one of the female models from his photo shoot on HIS Instagram with a comment about how "beautiful gorgeousness" of her (or something stupid like that).

Douchebag or not? Hmmm I think he's just wrapped up in his world; I mean this guy's really got it going on. He's got 5000 Facebook friends and my BFF noticed they're nearly all women. So he's got his narcissistic supply. He doesn't need it from me.

So, I'm just hanging back, looking for someone knew to fill the void till I hear from him again. Will I? Most likely. Last time it took him 3 months from one date to the next.

Next blog post? J. He's back.

10 Myths You Probably Believe About Hotwives

I loved my last post and as I was going about my day thinking about what I may have left off, it came to me that I needed an addendum to it. So my dear lovelies, here it is!

1. A hotwife's husband is bad in bed.  Au contraire my dear lovelies! I can't speak for anyone but myself, but my hubby has a stronger sex drive than I do (and we know I'm off the charts!) He loves oral, is very kinky, and makes sure I cum every time. Before he cums. He's the best lover I've ever had.

2.  Hotwives are unhappily married.  Again, au contraire. We've been together as long as most of my lovers have been alive. If I wanted a divorce, I'd have gotten one by now.

3. She's secretly planning on leaving her husband for you.  This goes hand-in-hand with number 2 above. No, she's not. Let me say it again---she may love having sex with you and even fall in love with you. I fall in love with all my sexual partners. That's why I haven't had very many. I want you to be a part of my life, every day in fact, but I will NEVER leave my husband for you. Relax. You get all the benefits of a relationship with none of the responsibliity. What a lucky guy you are!!!!!

4. Her husband has a small dick.  Maybe some hotwives aren't as lucky as me. My guy is well-endowed. 

5. We only want guys with enormous dicks.  Honestly, bigger isn't necessarily better.The biggest dick I ever fucked was so big I didn't really enjoy it as much as my 8-inch guys. And to top it off, it was all about HIM. He never even tried to make me cum. The best threesome my hubby and I ever had was with a guy who had a 3-inch dick. OMG he made up for his small size by being so attentive to everything else.

6. We are nymphomaniacs and are hard to please.  Uh, no. I have a job and children and a life. Sex is my hobby. Sadly, I can't spend all day fucking. I have things I have to do.

7.  We are easy to spot at the grocery store.  Not usually, although for myself, I know I stand out. I always look well put together, and I smell nice. And I'm likely to make eye contact with you and I'm not afraid to say hi. But when we are in "mommy mode" we don't look like the tramp that will grab you by the hair and spank your ass while we're fucking you. There's a woman I play tennis with that I've just found out is a hotwife. I never would've guessed until she told me. She's a doctor and is happily married with four little kids. 

8. We'll fuck anyone and anything. This is completely untrue. I am extremely picky. If I choose you. you should feel like Superman, cuz I've got hundreds of unread messages on all my dating websites from guys just wanting to take your place. To step outside my marriage takes a certain kind of guy, and congratulations! You are everything on my list. You're gorgeous, fuckable, sweet, funny, adorable, interesting, kind, and I feel safe with you. You can hold a conversation. You want to please me. I know I can give you my heart and body on a platter and you will eat me up. You have no idea how lucky you are I chose you. I fully intend to show my appreciation for your attention to me by making you feel like no one has ever made you feel. As often as you'll let me.

9. We are crazy, hot messes. Like number 6 above, we don't just troll looking for sex 24/7. I have a life. I am quite normal and boring most of the time. I have cats and a dog and feed the birds and squirrels in my yard. I do laundry. I enjoy sitting on the couch and binge-watching "Mad Men". I haven't had red meat in over 3 years and pretty much drink nothing but water, coffee, and wine. Cuddling with my kids is my favorite thing to do. Just because I really love sex doesn't mean it's the only thing I like doing. I'm not a sex addict, I don't smoke or do drugs. I take my vitamins and don't have road rage.

10. Her husband is really gay. No, he's not. Just because he can watch me have sex with another guy (and participate) doesn't make him gay. Gay would mean he couldn't get an erection and fuck me and would only get an erection with another man. Getting an erection in the presence of another man just means he's a sexual being. I have gay male friends, and they don't get erections in the presence of a woman. It's just traditionalists and conservatives who are small-minded who think that any guy that is okay either being with another guy in any shape or fashion, or allowing his wife to fuck other guys, must be gay. Remember the Kinsey scale?? Only 11% of white males aged 20-35 scored "exclusively heterosexual" and only 10% scored "exclusively homosexual"! THAT MEANS THAT 80% OF MEN ARE SEXUALLY SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN. The findings for women were 6% "exclusively heterosexual" and only 3% "exclusively homosexual". 

*Did I leave anything out? Have your own thoughts/experiences to share? I'd love to hear from you! 

Love always,
Anna XO

11 reasons why your next girlfriend should be a hotwife

This is for all my lovlies out there! I've been writing this in my head all day.

I'm sure you've heard of the term, "MILF" (Mom-I'd-Like-to-Fuck). When you think of a MILF, you think of the hot married soccer mom who doesn't have a clue how hot she really is. She's oblivious to her hotness as she does her maternal, parental duties, as you, the young hunk, masturbates at home wishing she saw the way you looked at her. And most likely, she's married to an Alpha male who would see the way you look at her and punch you in the face for it.

Now, imagine that married MILF being your girlfriend.

That's what a Hotwife is. 

That's what I am.

A hotwife is really just a MILF whose husband not only "allows" her to have sex with other men, he gets off on it. Sometimes, said husband will want to either participate as a threesome or just watch. In our case, it can be either of those, as well as me being alone with another guy: in our home, at his place, or on a get-away alone with him. Sometimes, the husband won't want details, but rather, a "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Either way, a Hotwife is the MILF of your dreams, because you can have her.

I wasn't always a hotwife. I was a MILF first. Of course, MILF's don't usually know they are MILF's. When Mickey gave me that first long gaze back in 2004 was when I became aware I was a MILF. He was 19 years old, and I knew I was old enough to be his mom. But that didn't bother him in the least; in fact, he'd confided in me he'd always wanted to fuck a much-older woman. In time I began to realize how many really young guys love older women, and in fact, PREFER US TO THEIR YOUNGER COUNTERPARTS. 

I thought it would be fun and informative to write about why YOUR next girlfriend should be a hotwife!!

1. She's great in bed. She loves sex.  A hotwife is not going to be shy, coy, or a cold fish in bed. She is proud of her body and can't wait to show it off to you. She will tell you what she likes and what she doesn't like. She loves to please and speaking for myself, I LOVE to give blowjobs. My young guys tell me these girls half my age suck their dicks for like 30 seconds and they're done cuz they just don't know what to do "down there." She has a variety of toys and isn't embarrassed to use them in front of you. Or on you. Or go to a sex store and get more to play with you. You bring out the kink in her she never knew existed. She will be the best lover you've ever had, and you will be hers. 

2. She can't/doesn't want to get pregnant. A Hotwife usually already has kids of her own. The LAST thing she wants is more! She's getting her groove on and more kids would cause her now exciting sex life to come to a complete halt. Think about all the carefree fucking you can do and never worry about making a baby. 

3. She doesn't want to marry you.  All the young guys I've been with tell me the same thing over and over--these young girls expect a ring if they sleep with them. A Hotwife is already married. You get all the benefits without any of the responsibility. It's what you've always wanted--JUST SEX. AND LOTS OF IT.

4. She's got time for you. A hotwife's kids are usually in high school or college and she's got all day alone in that big house of hers to see you. Want to take an impromptu trip to Vegas? Her hubby won't mind! She can afford for both your plane AND hotel room tickets.

5. She's got the money to take care of herself. And this translates into, SHE LOOKS HOT AND SHE KNOWS IT. A Hotwife has a membership at the most expensive gym in town, and actually goes. OFTEN. She will get a boob job, Botox, designer jeans, expensive facials and mani-pedis, and probably Brazilian waxes too. She is unabashed about this and she'll be the one showing you her new tits in the bathroom. You know already she ages well; she's had babies and still has a flat stomach and a firm butt. Can't say the same for your millenial co-workers. 

6. If she likes you, she will shower you with more than affection. I have been known to pay for airline tickets, concerts, dinners, money, shopping trips, gifts, you name it, to one lover in particular. A hotwife will never forget your birthday, and since money is no object, expect to receive something you've been wanting but think you'll never be able to afford. And since she's already married, you don't have to worry about who-visits-who on major holidays. You know she's going to be too busy for you, BUT with some planning, she WILL make time to see you. And you'll get your present all right. Naked. 

7. She will be discreet. Unless my guy sends ME a friend request, we won't be Facebook friends, but we will be Snapchat or KIK friends. If we are more than that, than we two have a relationship that is very special indeed. I was always Mickeys' "dirty little secret" which was fine for the first 8 years then it was like, "really?? Still pretending you don't know me?" And this was after he met my kids and stayed in my guest room for a week. It began to hurt my feelings. Then I felt less like a hotwife and more like a whore. A hotwife is proud to be your lover and doesn't mind if the whole world knows, but respects that maybe your mom wouldn't approve. 

8. Even if she says the "L-word" (love) she loves her husband more. I tend to fall in love with the guys I have sex with, which is why I'm so picky. I have only been with a handful of guys in the 12 years I've been a hotwife, and I love them all. When any of them call/text and want to see me, I drop everything and squeeze them into my life. And I would do anything for them. They know this and it's reciprocal. My lovers are some of the best friends I have. We can talk freely about anything and everything, since I am the least judgmental person they know. And since we have no mutual friends, I am also the least threatening person they know. I feel safe with them, and they feel safe with me.

9. She's fun to be around. Because there's little or no expectations, you can be yourself around her. Like number 8 above, you can be as freaky as you want with her and she will not laugh in your face or tell you to "grow up" or "that's weird" or anything like that. She sees a side of you no one else gets to see, and that's the ultimate thrill for a hotwife. Seeing your "O" face is what she lives for. That, and, number 10.

10. She's multi-orgasmic.  Since she's so comfortable with her body (read "no hang-ups") she knows what she likes. I've had my young guys tell me the young girls they've been with "hate oral sex" and worse, hate giving oral sex to THEM. They worry about the way they look; they obsess about the way their breasts bounce or if their stomach is flat enough, while I'm obsessing over your sexy, naked body and making sure I don't miss an inch. I'm ready to go, and once you've recovered, I'm ready to go again. A hotwife doesn't get tired of fucking and will NEVER get bored and want you to "hurry up and cum cuz I've got stuff to do today." A hotwife focuses on YOU. She's not thinking about her grocery list while she's sucking your dick. 

11. Compliments will get you everywhere. You don't have to text us every day. Hell, once a week will do just nicely, thank you. But make sure you keep telling us how great we are in bed, what you want to do to us next time, and how beautiful/hot you think we are. If you don't, we will lose interest, and like the proverbial bus, there are plenty of hot guys out there in line waiting for you to step aside. Remember, a hotwife is already married. She's just looking for a little fun on the side, maybe someone hot and wonderful enough to stick around and be more than just a side dish. If she's not getting enough herself, she'll drop you like a hot potato and you won't get a second chance. 

Now, go out and get yourself a hotwife and have fun! Make sure you get yourself tested first---she'll want to go bareback--I know I like it better that way. 

Love, 
Anna XO

Our secret sex lives

Hey! A huge THANK YOU to all you sexy people who took the time to answer my Survey Monkey survey! It is SOOO fun reading everyone's responses. I'm humbled by the sheer number of responses as well as the answers to everyone's favorite sexual position--Doggy-style by a mile!!! Call me old-fashioned but I'm wondering if more guys are taking my survey than the ladies...?? I can't speak for anyone but myself but honestly, doggy-style in my opinion is more sexy for the guys. I personally like a sexual position where we are locking eyes, such as MY personal favorite, GIRL ON TOP!! (which came in second BTW...) Yes.......girl on top. MMMMM....oh sorry!!! I got sidetracked there for a second.....fantasizing.....

Sex is such a fun and secretive topic, and what's interesting also is how many of you aren't living in fear of being discovered for your kinky lifestyle. Maybe many of you don't have children like we do, or maybe you are just one of those free spirits that let's it all hang out. I envy you. I have realized that if we had started our marriage open and raised our kids openly and honestly from day one it would've been better. There's nothing more disturbing for a child than to be aware of his/her parents' sexual activity. (Well, the only thing more disturbing than that I suppose is thinking about one's own children's sexual activity....) But why should it be disturbing?? It shouldn't be. But sex is something we do in secret, and we all have our perversions, and most of us don't have a clue how to talk about sex with our children or our parents. I struggle with this as open as I am!

My mother passed away in April and I never told her about our lifestyle. I'm sure she would've been accepting of it; it's my father knowing that stopped me. He's as conservative as they come. A real Archie Bunker, and I never want him to know. The rest of my family would not accept me and I'd have to hear about it every time we texted or spoke or visited. I never told them about my husband's infidelities either; they'd have judged him and never accepted him back into the family.

I suspect my kids know about our lifestyle; on more than one occasion a text from a guy who's name my kids don't recognize has popped up and created questions. Since we're musicians, we know such a wide variety of people of all ages, I don't get all flustered like I have anything to hide and just say, "oh yeah, he's the drummer from such-and-such, he's the son of a friend of our drummer....." you get the picture. Who knows?? Maybe my daughter has figured it out. All it would take is some serious trolling and she'd figure it out. I have come very close to just sitting her down and telling her. The worst thing would be if she found out and thought I was cheating on her dad. NO SUCH THING. He knows everything. I wouldn't be in the lifestyle any other way but 100% COMPLETE AND TOTAL HONESTY.

I do believe though that teenagers are all wrapped up in themselves. To this day, my son rarely asks me, "SO, how are YOU Mom??" It's all about them. Unless it's IN THEIR FACE and they are forced to deal with it. I've heard from my kid's friends about cheating parents--actually catching them in the act. How horrible would THAT be??? That's abusive. A parent who isn't cheating but instead living the lifestyle has to be a better planner than that and more careful. I always take my kids' plans into consideration. Which is probably why I write about sex more than I actually have it LOL I mean seriously!!! Except for Allen, Jordan is the only other guy I've been with for three years. I flirt shamelessly and make dates but most of the guys are too intimidated to show up. Once my last kid is out of the house (three years) I'm sure I'l turn into the slut I've always dreamed of being!

And with that....happy hump day my sexy friends!!!!

NaughtyAnna wants to hear from YOU!!!

Good morning my sexy readers out there! Just a quick note to let you know how much I love hearing from you all. I can see by my numbers you're here, reading my sexy stories. I love feedback! I just posted a "survey monkey" survey, please take 15 seconds and take the survey! Let me know what posts you like and how I can better serve you, my sexy readers!

Have a great day!

Love always,
Anna XOXOX

Noontime nookie

Helloooo you sexy mutherfuckers! Sorry I haven't written. I actually couldn't remember my log-in info. My Twitter info was gone too and I've had lots of fun lately and haven't been able to tell you about it! BEST NEWS OF ALL-- JORDAN CAME OVER LAST WEEK!!!! OMG OMG OMG I am in 7th heaven. Or hell. Because I can hardly function. All I do is think about him. It's very annoying and distracting. It's like I died and went to heaven and being away from him is hell. We had the most amazing sex I think I've ever had, and you all know Miss Naughty Anna has had a lot of sex. This guy just really does it for me.

Details?? You want details? Of course! I won't bore you with any more chatter.

I think last I spoke about him, he'd gone AWOL, like so many of the guys I write. Our Snapchats had dwindled to nothing. I had only seen him that one time, July 19th, the day of the street festival. He had driven an hour to come see me on the spur of the moment. I had been drinking all day, we had had a barbecue, and most of our guests were still here when he arrived at around 11 pm that night. He stayed only about an hour, and I was pretty drunk. He was sober. It was amazing sex. Just being naked with this amazing guy, so fucking sexy. He definitely looked better than his profile pic, which rarely happens. 

My hubby was in a very cute and horny mood about a week ago; post-fight. We had some great conversation and we are really working things out better. And being with Jordan has given me some great insight. Which I will talk about later LOL but anyways, I had bought two new bra and panty sets for my hubby and was wearing them for him one night less than a week ago. He took sexy pics of me, and I couldn't resist and sent the best one (of me from behind, I know guys like that) to Jordan. He responded immediately. He said, and I quote (tee hee), "I need to see you again."

My heart jumped up and down and did a happy dance!!! HE NEEDS  TO SEE ME AGAIN!! NOT WANTS, NEEDS!!!!  We all know needs are more urgent than wants!!!! So this was Saturday night around 11 pm.

He was at my house two days later. Just past noon.

The boy NEEDED to see me.

I could say the same. I needed to see him. I hadn't even realized how much until that moment.

He was sooo cute. Driving over he asked for more "naughties" to get him "warmed up." I obliged.  Then I teased him. I said, "If you can guess what color i'm wearing I'll send you a selfie." That was fun. He guessed black first, and I said, "nope! Try again!" and his second guess was correct, red. So I sent him a selfie of my cleavage. "Yummy" was his response.

He came to the front door.  I forgot to mention the shot of vanilla vodka I drank for my nerves first. Brushed my teeth and went to greet him. He reminds me of Allen so much in the way that they both dress much tougher than the person they both really are. They both look completely different naked; you'd almost not even recognize them. Both wear hats and glasses and can't see their amazing hair and bodies. Jordan had his hair in some kind of ponytailed updo, a black ballcap on backwards, black horn-rimmed glasses, black basketball shorts, an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt (one of my all-time favorite bands), and a black hoodie. I greeted him wearing a red negligee, my breasts overflowing out of it, and a red lacy "cheeky" panty underneath.

After our hellos, he took me in his arms and started kissing me. Right then and there after saying hello to my annoying dog, who was very happy to have a new friend to sniff. Hahahaha. Long, soft, luxurious kisses. No groping, no movement other than kissing me. It was A M A Z I N G. They were the kisses of love songs, the kisses we women fantasize about all our lives. Just beautiful, wet, deep and sensuous kisses. I couldn't believe how amazing it was. I could've died right there and gone to heaven. I nearly orgasmed standing there.

And I knew it was just the beginning.

He took off his shoes and I led him by his hand upstairs. I was nervous and talking too fast and I don't even remember what I was saying. Some sort of verbal seque to the bedroom. I closed and locked the door, telling him, "The dog has an annoying way of watching" which made him giggle.

I had closed the curtains and lit a sensuous smelling candle, made the bed all nice.  We stood and kissed again, holding hands. The hat came off, the glasses came off, the shorts and hoodie on my bedroom floor. He was naked except for his boxers, and it was so cute seeing his hard cock poking from underneath them. One of my very favorite things to see!!! I was so giddy.

What I loved was how comfortable he seems to feel with me. I was so nervous and giddy, like a virgin. Seriously! That's how he makes me feel. Like I've never been touched. Like I had no idea what was going to happen or how it was going to feel. Just flesh on flesh, the whole world disappearing when he looked at me and touched me. We stood together, hands holding each other, facing each other, kissing. That gentle, I-can't-get-enough-of-you kissing. I was still in my red negligee, but not for long. He lifted it from the bottom and pulled it gently over my head so I was naked except for the red panty.

He let go of my hands and cupped them around my breasts, and put his face right between them, kissing them. He sucked and bit on my nipples. I held him around his waist and let him take the lead. I love foreplay, I love the tease. It's sooo fun, and apparently, he felt the same way. I had about 2 hours before I had to leave to get my daughter from school, so I was not in any sort of hurry.  I honestly couldn't believe he was here with me. I thought I'd never see or hear from him ever again. It was soooo exciting having him back for more! That let me know he truly enjoyed being with me before; and that he had indeed missed me and wanted to be with me again. Seriously? That's really all I needed to know. That he had a good time with me, that he felt a connection, and that he missed me. To have him back in my bedroom, to have him back in my arms, well, that was really just almost too much.

I had fantasized so much about him since that night, and I really didn't think I'd ever see him again. It was honestly almost too much having him standing there sucking and licking my breasts. I was sober; the one shot didn't affect me one iota and I was shaking. He pulled himself out of my cleavage and looked up and me and kissed me again. I pulled his hips close to mine and rubbed his hard cock against my pussy, I was already so wet and ready for him. The kisses got more furious and deep as I grabbed him by his hips and grinded him against me. I loved the way he took my face in both his hands as he kissed me; SOOOOOOO romantic, just like the movies. He made me feel like the only girl in the world, THE most beautiful and special girl in the world.

Just like Allen, when Jordan is naked he really looks completely different. He is full of sexy tattoos, his chest, his fingers, his arms, even one on the back of his calf I hadn't noticed before. He's got a double nose-piercing I'd never noticed before either. Very sexy. And huge gauged ears. He plucked the plugs out from them and put them on the floor next to his clothes. Mickey has those too.

Unlike Allen, Johnny is small, and probably weighs less than I do. He's maybe 5-8 125 pounds. He's sooooooo tiny and skinny. But I love his small body. He reminds me so much of Mickey. Mickey was the exact same body type; remember we wore the same size jeans??? And like Mickey, I can put my arm around Jordan's waist as I'm fucking him and pull him closer. MMMMmmm.  Mickey who??? I sure wasn't thinking about him.

I gently pulled his boxers off and he stepped out of them. I love that moment; the moment of the first viewing of the cock. Mmmm. And we had had sex in the dark before so I never really got to look at it. It looked huge from all the Snapchat pics he'd sent, and I couldn't wait to see it. He's not super huge (thank god),  with huge balls. I was like, whoa, those are huge balls!!! Then I giggled inside thinking maybe they were really full. Full of cum for me. I wanted him sooo badly.

I went down to a squat and took those huge balls in my hands and cupped them lovingly. I licked them and gave them all my love, and worked up to his stiff cock. He stood there watching me with the most delightful look on his face. He was in heaven and I had sent him there. I know young girls don't like to give BJ's the way I do so I made sure to make my mark on his psyche and spend an inordinate amount of time down there. If I want that boy back in my bed again, this will guarantee it. As I licked and sucked his back was arched, his head alternating between leaning as far back as he could and forward, watching me. When my knees started to ache, I put my hands out for him to take them and he lifted me up. As he did, I continued to lick him upwards, all the way to his waiting mouth. We kissed and I grinded my groin into his hard dick. I was so eager to feel him inside of me.

He guided me to the bed, pushing me down on my back. I asked him to let his hair down and he did. That waist-length, luxurious hair cascaded down to his left like a beautiful waterfall. And it's not just how beautiful and healthy his hair is that is so fucking sexy, it's the way he sways his head back and forth with it. It frames his whole face and body. He spread my legs and swished his hair off to his left, and went straight for my pussy. While he licked my clit his hair was spread out on my body. I grabbed a handful and lovingly tickled my breasts with it while he licked me. I was so giddy I was overwhelmed with so much emotion. So much desire. He clearly knew what he was doing down there and I never wanted him to stop. But I have this annoying way about me that feels guilty taking so long to come that I'm always like, "that's okay, you can stop now" like maybe they don't really want to be there that long. I don't say it, it's how I feel. And I should've let him spend more time down there. I didn't come, but damn, my back was arched and I was loving it. He clearly likes it and knows what he's doing. I asked him if he liked my pierced clit and he moaned and said, "mmm hmmm."

He looked up and swished his hair out of the way (it wasn't) and pulled my hips towards him, grabbed his dick in his hand, and gently inserted it in my pussy. It went RIGHT in. I haven't been this wet in years. I always need lube, and had the bottle tucked under a pillow. I never needed it with Jordan.

He fucked me hard, those big balls of his slapping my vagina. I talked dirty to him and he seemed to like it. I told him I could feel those big balls of his slapping my pussy. It made me even wetter. I couldn't get enough. He had one hand under my ass holding me as he fucked me. We changed positions a few times; we couldn't get enough of each other. He put my legs up in the air next to his face and held them up. I loved it!!! He fucked me so hard I knew I was going to be sore the whole day. At some point we switched so I could be on top. I'm like the energizer bunny; I can fuck and fuck and not get tired. My desire for him is so strong I never want to stop. I was either grabbing his hips or had my arm around his tiny waist, pulling him as close to me as I could. If I could've gotten inside of him I would have. I wanted to consume him, and it felt like he felt the same way. It was incredible. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

At least twice when it was most intense, when he locked eyes with me and fucked me the hardest, I said, " I want you to feel loved. Because you are." I didn't want to say "I love you" because I don't really even know him, but when the sex is that intense, I feel love. So much love. The most intense love I've ever felt is when I'm having intense sex. It's that physical connection that makes me feel so alive.

We fucked, made love, whatever you want to call it for over an hour. After he would fuck me, I'd slide his dick out and suck his cock again. Most girls wouldn't do that cuz it would taste like pussy. I used to hate it and never did it tell I was much older. It's not like I like the taste, it's that I know most girls won't do that and guys love having their dicks sucked. It's my gift to them LOL and pleasing him was pleasing me. I wanted him to think about me long after he went home, and compare me to girls he fucks vs the woman he craves the most--ME. I wanted to give him lots to remember me by and masturbate to until we saw each other again.

I cradled those big balls in my palms and went to town on them in between fucking each other. He loved it. I loved it. He tasted delicious, and oh, he is completely manscaped. (I refuse to get naked with a guy who isn't). I remembered he didn't like his neck touched, and I mentioned it early on and he said, "oh, that's okay" and I reassured him I wouldn't leave a mark. "I'm not a skank", I reassured him. I cooed, "I'll just nibble." He actually really liked it. I just nibbled lovingly up and around his neck and ears. There wasn't a spot on his body that didn't get attention and affection.

He had my feet in the air, his hands holding them close to his face, his hair long and flowing, my breasts bouncing up and down, his eyes penetrating my very soul. The look on his face at that moment I hope to God will never leave my memory. The intense desire for me, the intensity of his joy. He asked me how I wanted him to come. "However you want", I breathed. "Inside me or on me. Whatever you want." He fucked me harder. I said then, 'Inside me. I want you to feel close to me." I had remembered my hubby telling me that coming inside a woman is the best. Then came that moment. His orgasm. His "O" face. The climax, the happy ending. It was everything I wanted for him from me. My gift to him. Pure perfection.

Afterward, we didn't even clean up. It actually didn't even occur to me. I was so caught up in the moment. He gently pulled out and laid down next to me, both of us panting. I remembered not to say anything. I remembered reading in Cosmopolitan magazine what NOT to do after sex, and talk is what guys hate the most. Silence is golden. LOL So we just laid together and panted. At some point he spoke first. I don't remember what he said, but I let him speak first.

We laid together, him on his back and me on my side, my arm across him, and his arm around my shoulder, for over an hour. Pillow talk. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice. He told me all about his three cats. He talked about his son--uses his name--which makes me feel closer to him also. We talked about his music, his writing, the songs he likes (80's) and hates (pop). He talked and talked and talked. I loved listening to him and could've laid there all day. An hour certainly wasn't long enough.

Finally my phone alarm went off and I needed to go get my daughter from school. He continued talking as he got dressed. I watched him, laying there naked, letting him drink me up one last time. Then I also got up and got dressed.

We walked downstairs together, and at the door he put his shoes on and my dog came up to him again. He petted him lovingly. I asked him if he wanted anything, a bottle of water or anything, he said he was fine. He pulled me to him and gave me a juicy wet kiss. I opened the door for him, and he was standing THISCLOSE to me. Looking into my eyes, he said, "I promise it won't be so long next time." Meaning, so long in-between seeing each other. I said, "Awesome!" I said, "Come here!" and pulled his hips close to me and grinded his cock into me again and we kissed a juicy, wet kiss again. I was ready for round #2. Then I opened the door and we said our goodbyes. His was a smiling, happy, giddy, "bye bye", with a cute glance back and a spring in his step.

Mmmmm.

I still haven't climaxed. I'm fucking ready to right now. What is wrong with me? Why can't I relax with him? 

Mmmmmmm. Next time I will. I won't let him leave until he does. 

I still want so very badly to take a bath with him and wash his hair. That beautiful, sensuous hair of his. Mmm. I want to do EVERYTHING with this boy. 

Snapchat fun

I love Snapchat! It's the latest app the young guys I love are using. It appears they use it the way the rest of us text. It's really silly if I think about it, because texting does the same thing--it's instantaneous, you can write to each other and send pics, just like texting. The only difference is, all of is vanishes just as instantaneously UNLESS you take a screenshot. And, you've usually only got anywhere from 5-10 seconds to do so. And, if you take a screenshot (which means that X-rated pic has been saved now), it sends a notification to that person so they know you've saved that pic. Which isn't a big deal really, in fact, I've learned it's a compliment when the person you've sent a pic to takes a screen shot and saves it.

Which leads me to my conundrum.

I currently have four delicious young hunks I'm juggling on Snapchat. One, my 3nd favorite hottie, takes screenshots of every single pic I send him (love him for that!!) My #1 hottie takes them off and on. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or reason. It makes me think HE'S thinking, "I don't need to keep them. She'll keep sending them." Whereas my #3 must adore me SO much he wants to keep every single pic I send. Guys #2 and 4 have been taking screenshots too.

My BFF thinks I'm insane to send naked pics of my womanly body parts to these guys, three I've never met. My face isn't in any of them. They could be anybody, and it's FUN!!! And they send the same back to me. Yesterday alone I got 4 different dick pics, one from each of them for my collection. I told my husband that yes, I will scrapbook in my old age--I will print out all my cute guys and the pics they've sent me.

OMG my #2 favorite (behind Jordan) is a guy who lives in fucking Arkansas! Shit he is so perfect and adores me so much it is on my bucket list to go see this hottie! (he's only 19!!!) OMG and he likes my hubby too. He's got blue eyes and dimples and a perfect body. He says all the right things. WTF does he have to be so far away??????

OMG what a fun week it's been!! Jordan has been Snapchatting me nearly every single night. He must get lonely around 1 am cuz that's when the Snapchats start. I wait until he sends one first, and then, I wait a few minutes (that's hell in Snapchat land, waiting to see if the person has "opened" the pic and looked at it) then I look at it. Usually he wakes me up, but do I mind?? HELL NO!!! One night, it was a pic of that beautiful face of his, with the words written across the bottom, "I want to see your body." Mmmmm. OKAY BABY!! And click click click of the iphone I go. I take the most flattering pics of my body in the dim light of my bedroom for him. Since I leave my face out of them, he doesn't see I have all my makeup off and my night cream on LOL

Two consecutive nights, he sent a pic of himself holding his very erect penis in one hand, his face behind it (a selfie if you will) with the words, "oops!" written across the bottom of the pic. Do I screenshot my guys naked pics?? YEP!! Every single one of them. It's a compliment. It means, "I want to look at this again and again, and not just for the 10 seconds you've allotted on here."

I have found that OKCupid is a wonderful place to find sexy young hunks! I did find #4 on Tinder. He is close by and I think I may have to meet him.

My hubby has someone after him too; I don't know if I've mentioned her here but I have on my other blog. She's married and isn't a threat at ALL, so I'm really glad that I'm not jealous. I want him to have her so he can have his fun too and I can deal with the painful feelings that I will have and get past them. I truly believe she is a safe sexual partner for him. She's happily married, we have gotten to know her and her husband and he is always there when she has sex with another guy. She's never alone with them, and I would be there too. I am working myself up to allowing him to have her. It will be good for him and good for our marriage. It truly would be "just sex". She's Mexican, tiny, about 100 pounds and stunningly gorgeous. Fake boobs and a perfect ass. (Yes, I've seen her naked..we have played with her about a month ago). I didn't realize how badly she wanted my husband until yesterday.

We were at their house, they were having a birthday party for her kid (from her first marriage) and her hubby sent my hubby to retrieve a plastic kids' bat for the pinata. She followed him  into the storage room and they came out giggling. The door was open the whole time and nothing happened, she just whispered to him, "let's fuck" and she let me know ASAP what she did and I was fine with it all. I truly felt happy for him that this smoking hot 29 year old girl wants him that badly! I mean, my hubby is almost 50. I know our looks are going, and he deserves to have some fun if I'M having fun, right??

Guess who came back into the picture over the weekend!!?? J. Called me out of the blue Saturday morning. I didn't pick up. He didn't leave a voicemail, and he didn't follow it up with a text, so I ignored him until yesterday. I just shot a text to him and he wrote back immediately. He said he was at the same ballgame I was at, and we chatted a bit about that. When I asked him what he was doing that day, he answered, "not sure yet", so I left it there and never responded. I'm not going to beg him to see me. I am over him. I waited for him to say something like, "I've missed you. How have you guys been? What are you doing tonight/next weekend? I want to see you." None of that. So I just never responded after that.

I've had too much partying all week and gained back 4 pounds. I'm annoyed with myself. I also had a huge falling out with my hot-mess BFF. She's absolutely crazy. Certifiably crazy. Loony.  Got to deal with her today.

Have a great day dear readers!!!

Young stud in my bed

I have been itching to sit down and tell you about my Saturday night! OMG Ok so I've been on OKCupid for about a month, and I've chatted with a handful of guys who it always seems to look significantly LESS cute than their profile pics! So I was very excited when I met a guy I'll call Jordan. His profile pic was too good to be true, I assumed, but I was instantly wet just looking at it. Tall and skinny and full of tattoos. Gauged ears. A musician. I fell hard fast, and was so happy to have my affections reciprocated! He started writing me immediately and within one day, I'd given him my cell number and we were texting like wildfire. He wanted to come see me THAT SAME NIGHT. Now you know how many flakes I've met on these dating websites--all these guys seem to want are pics to jack off to so I was very excited that it seemed this incredible, 24-year-old hottie was the real deal!!! I loved the way he talked to me. "You are so sexy." He even invited me to go to HIS BBQ with his family. He seemed the most open person I've met in a long time. We were connecting emotionally, not just physically with every text. He was sooo cute--he was texting me, "I've never done this, you sure your husband's ok with this? I've never done this before." That sort of thing. It was adorable. I couldn't wait to have him naked.

We were having a BBQ with a group of friends over, and despite living an hour away, he was persistent that it wasn't a big deal and that I was totally worth it! When did I want him?? I checked with my hubby and he said, "tell him to come right now!" I was like OMG wow!! So I gave him my address and lo and behold, he texted me he was on his way. I got so excited I was jumping out of my skin! And he actually showed up! I walked out the front door and met him on the driveway and he kissed me on the lips immediately. I had had too much to drink and should've just kept kissing him but stupid me was worried we'd be seen (we had vanilla friends over) so I took him by the hand out to greet everyone. He was so nervous but he said I made him feel so comfortable right away. I pulled up a chair for him next to me. My friends are awesome; everyone just chatted away and drank BUT my tennis partner was insistent--"How is it you two know each other???" She must've pressed that question three times. We both innocently just said how we are both musicians and have mutual friends, etc. She wasn't buying it. I love her to death as a friend but don't trust her with my secret love life so I just kept insisting we had mutual friends, etc. I knew he was nervous and uncomfortable--everyone there was twice his age--but he seemed to just be at ease as everyone was so nice otherwise. He didn't drink anything, and we'd all been drinking for about 8 hours then someone poured me Tito's in my wine glass and that got me drunker quick. BUT not so drunk I wasn't fully aware of all the fun I was about to have with my skinny guy upstairs! 

After maybe 15-20 min, I said to him, "Hey, want a tour?" even though I'd given him a tour of the house when he first arrived LOL He loved our music room with all our guitars and equipment. I asked him about his guitars--he said he had 13--one for every year he'd been playing. That was impressive!!!

He was so polite and just the nicest guy I'd met in a long time. He was Mickey but better. I loved his nerdy glasses (and told him so) and this otherwise total metalhead. Skinny black jeans, cut off shirt, gauged ears and full of tats. A ballcap on backwards. His hair was up in some sort of messy thing, but I'd remembered from his profile pic that it was waist-length. I couldn't wait to see it down. And I couldn't wait to see his 9-inch dick up close and personal. He'd send me a pic, it was amazing--him laying down holding it---damn what is it about these little guys with big dicks???? ;)))

We walked upstairs hand-in-hand. I led him to our bedroom and we took all our clothes off. He wasn't the frantic, ripping them off type of guy. He just methodically took everything off, and I did the same. I was pretty drunk and I get very lovey-dovey. He took my face in his hands and kissed me so softly and lusciously, not hard and desperate. Just very loving. He was passionate and every move was soft and sweet. He was so delicious. I can't stop thinking about when he was on top of me and let his hair down. It fell to the side like a beautiful waterfall, tickling my arm and face so seductively. He was so skinny and tiny, not tall like his pic at all. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Like Mickey, I could put my arm around his waist completely and hold him tight while I was on top fucking him. It was so awesome. We fucked for about 2 hours, and he came inside me. No condom. We discussed it earlier--we are both clean and have been tested. 

After he came we laid there naked, talking (about WHAT I have no idea but I know it was deep) and we were really connecting. I had to pee and I was sad and disappointed that he took that as a cue he should leave! I didn't want him to!!!! I said, 'no please stay I just have to go to the bathroom" but he was worried about how late it was getting--he has a young son and needed to pick him up in the morning. Sadly he got dressed them and so did I, and I walked him downstairs and out to the driveway and we kissed and hugged goodbye. I went back in the house, up to our bedroom, and my hubby was laying in bed in Jordan's place, naked with a big hard dick waiting for me. He fucked me so hard, he was so turned on by me and my new boy and came fast. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Two big dicks in one night. 

He was so cute, he texted me when he got home, and told me, "you have such a loving soul and are easy to talk to." He said something about me having "broken down my walls a bit" and how he "keeps that part of me hidden." So I got the feeling we really did connect and that I would see him again, that maybe, he would become a bigger part of my life.

But I haven't heard from him since. I know, it's only been a day, but I texted him yesterday morning the pic my friend took of us and this simple text, "Thx again for driving over. It was great meeting you. Have a great day with (his son's name)." with a heart smiley face. AND I sent a Snapchat of just me after showering and all looking pretty with a "hi". Nothing. So...this is making me very uneasy. I'm worried I came on too strong. So, here I am again, pulling back and waiting to see what my new guy does. Sigh.

And BTW J. is completely AWOL. Two weeks now, not a peep. I have all but forgotten about him with my new crush Jordan. Time will tell.

Happy Monday everyone!

My new guy is a masochist--HELP!

I need some advice from my dear readers! J (previously nicknamed "Jay" but I've changed it since someone wrote me worried it was their husband!!!! My J is divorced with no kids so no, he's not your husband BUT from here on out I will address him as simply "J") and I have had some serious sexting going on and frankly, as attracted to him as I am, I'm getting some scary vibes. I don't know if it's naive me or actual "hey, pay attention girl" kind of vibes so I'm tossing this out there for some advice. I think I'm out of my league here.

I have known since we met that he's a "sub". I think I kinda knew what that meant (generally speaking) but this guys seems to have more experience in this area than I'm probably comfortable with. But--I'm still intrigued and can't wait to get naked with him. However--I've just had some thoughts that I want to share with you and see if I'm reading things clearly.

First of all, it occurred to me yesterday that when I meet someone new that I'm sexually interested in, usually the conversation quickly goes quite graphic in descriptions of what we want to do to one another, such as, "I can't wait to push my breasts in your face and have you suck my nipples" and "I can't wait to shove my dick in your wet pussy and release my load." Shit like that. Yeah, common stuff. NBD. 

This guy J has NOT talked like this to me yet. He has said a few things about having sex with both hubby and me like, "I want you to sit on my face and suck your husband's cock while I eat you out" and that's nice BUT I wonder if he likes regular sex???

More info needed here.....he talks constantly about being humiliated, and serving us. He begs me, "what do you want to make me do?" and he'll suggest something I hadn't thought of (duh--no experience here) like, "draw your bath and wash your backs." That's nice! OOOOOO I could get into that! But THEN it goes dark. He said, "I get turned on being laughed at. Humiliated. Deprive me of pleasure." WTF Uh oh Miss NaughtyAnna is out of her comfort zone.

But don't get me wrong--I'd like to try it with him. Hubby thinks it sounds titillating. I Googled "masochist" yesterday and I got frightened about the spectrum of things a masochist can and will do. I know that with Mickey we went out of the boundaries of safety a few times and it was very exciting, so I'm not opposed to giving it a try. I just need someone who's into it to give me some advice on how to proceed. I'm too sweet and loving to make fun of someone. We must be mismatched but I am crushing hard on him and want to please him too.

The far end of the spectrum I guess goes into some gross bodily function stuff like being defecated upon. I would throw up. I DO NOT WANT ANY PART OF THAT. I think that's Lady Gaga and her regurgitation performance, did you see that? She calls it "art". I call it "disgusting" and "a complete turnoff."

I am not really a kinky girl, I just like sex with lots of different people!! I don't need to hang from the ceiling or be tied up to enjoy the flesh with another human being. I really like this guy; he's a southern gentleman in every other way. He's very polite and calls and texts me and he's just as sweet as apple pie.

Until, obviously, he's naked.

Awesome comment accidentally deleted.....and other stuff

I am a lamer and accidentally deleted a great comment by one of you amazing readers and hope you see this and don't mind writing it again for us. So from now on I'm changing the settings on this blog to let comments just publish themselves rather than going through me. I'm clearly technologically challenged. My sincerest apologies to the author.

Aside from my lameness.....

I love how some men can't stay away for long.....Jake---who did what immature Mickey could not do and that's let me know when he began dating someone seriously--decided last night to follow one of my Twitter accounts. My "safe" one! So that's fun. He looks amazing. In a suit. So I had to private message him how hot he looked. That was a fun surprise I woke up to this morning! And last night, I opened my iPad to read my book at bedtime and there was a message from guess who--Mister Ghost Alcoholic Jay who was on his Skype two hours earlier: "hey baby are you there?" What an ass. I ignored it. He's gonna have to try harder than "hey baby" three weeks after he ignored our evening plans and never responded. Fuck him.

I'm texting two other hotties right now that I "met" on OK Cupid; one's 19 and lives in New Jersey but his father lives nearby and he's planning a visit this summer so we will see if he lasts that long hahahahha. The other lives a lot closer and REALLY wants to meet me. I'm not sure if I'm as crazy about him as he is about me so I'm hesitant. BUT he passed a huge test by being only one of two guys who wished me a happy mother's day. He and Allen. He doesn't know it but that was huge. In the 10 years I've been involved with Mickey, he stopped wishing me happy birthdays and mother's day and most holidays years ago, except for Christmas and New Year's.

I have not heard from Mickey and have absolutely no desire to text or contact him at all. Even in my drunken moments!! LOL He and Jay were #1 and now they are last place. That's what I love about OK Cupid....the cute guys are out there and just waiting to meet someone like me who will show up and have a good time with them!

I'm getting a little bit of my swag back....the weather's been erratic but I've been running and hitting the gym much harder AND eating much healthier. I haven't lost but a pound but knowing I'm taking better care of myself I feel sexier and happier already.  I'm on this super-clean diet and I feel so much more energy already. Yay!!!

BUT......

I still haven't found a woman to play with for my hubby.  I have been trying. I am learning that flakiness is not specific to the male gender. Women play games with me just as much. So frustrating.

Have a good weekend everyone! Stay honest and use those condoms!!!!!

Douche bag alert

So we're trying out this "OK Cupid" dating website, and I'm not some doe-eyed newbie. I've done the "cougarlife.com" and "Adult Friend Finder" dating websites, so I know how these things work. And I always say, hey, I'm easy, but I'm not THAT easy. 

So I met this guy on OKCupid, he's 24, lives near me and a complete hottie. We have been texting back and forth and agreed to meet this week. Last we spoke it was we would be checking our schedules and setting up a day and time to meet. So, this is where I sit back and see how interested the guy really is. If I have to be the first to text and convince him to meet me, it's not good. I wait for the text and then proceed. This is where it always stops. I swear I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these guys! Why the fuck are they even on these dating websites if they don't want to get laid??? What more does a girl have to do???

Case in point--this guy I'm talking about we'll call Mitch. So, a few days go by, and I'm waiting to see if he's going to make the first move to meet me. Two days ago I get this: "Yo". 

Yes, "Yo".

I did what any self-respecting girl would do. Ignore it.

A day later (yesterday) I was thinking about him, how hot he is and that I'd still like to get it on with him, and thought, "hmmm, he needs a little guidance here. I'll give it to him" and I wrote, "I really like you but I don't do "YO" lol" then a second text, "I'll give you another chance" with a kiss emoticon. You won't believe what he wrote back! "Pfff"
He's toast. I'm done. What an asshole.

I double-checked my reaction with my BFF and she reassured me what he did was disrespectful and at the very least crass. I told her, "I'm easy but shit if I allow "YO" and I haven't even met the guy????" She concurred. I said, "I'm not one of his "homies". I'm a lady. Just because I'm easy doesn't mean you can disrespect me. If I allow THIS, it will let him know I have absolutely no self-respect whatsoever." She agreed.

I laid in bed thinking about it all and imagined a conversation between him and a buddy about it.

Mitch: "Dude this hot girl totally blew me off. I'm so bummed. She was gonna meet me this week and fuck me."

Buddy: "Dude what happened?"

Mitch: "I have no idea."

Buddy: "Whadday mean you have no idea? What'd she say?"

Mitch: "Dude we were supposed to meet this week. I hadn't heard from her so I just texted her and next thing I know she's totally pissed off!"

Buddy: "Why would she be pissed off? Dude what did you say?"

Mitch: "I just wrote "yo" and she got totally pissed off"

Buddy: "You wrote "Yo"?? WTF? Seriously dude? OMG"

Mitch: "What's the problem? I write "Yo" all the time"

Buddy: "To ME you douche bag! You don't write a hot girl "Yo"!! What the fuck is wrong with you??"

Mitch: "Shit."

Buddy: "What did she say?"

Mitch: " She said, 'I really like you but I don't do "yo". I'll give you another chance" and she wrote this little kiss emoticon."

Buddy: "Shit you're one lucky sonofabitch. What did you write back? When are you meeting her??"

Mitch: "Meeting her? Fuck no! I wrote, "pfff" fuck her!"

Buddy: "You're an asshole and a douche bag. Do you know that?"

Mitch: "Fuck you too."

This is what I imagine happened. Makes me feel better anyway. Because regardless of his youth, his inexperience, I've been involved with guys younger than him that know how to treat a lady. And yeah, maybe I over-reacted, but I don't think so. 

Readers? What do you think?