Instant Message & Email / Handles

For fucksake, don't you all think it would be much easier if your email address, and your IM handle were the same bloody thing? Oh and if you're going to make up a fake name, stop using John Smith - I've already got like 22 of you, and I'm sick of spending 10 minutes at the beginning of every conversation trying to figure out who is who. Be creative for the love of God.

If your email address is XYZ, then go in and change/edit your handle on Yahoo messenger to be the same, or if that's already taken, then something very close, along with whatever name you've been using to communicate with me.

I'm not on my computer very often, and when I am I'd like to be up to speed and have you ready to answer whatever questions I might have for you.

If you are planning on texting with me, then I suggest that before you start that you write me a letter of introduction, via your email address, and include a photo. That way I can keep you straight, and know what you're about before we start an IM dialogue.

I also want you to join my meetup group: http://adultent.meetup.com/177 - because that way you'll have access to my calendar, and it will be easier for me to plan when I'm going to meetup with you.

SO, to recap:

1. Send me an email with a photo, and a letter of introduction. Tell me why you're interested in me, and what you've done previously if anything. Make sure you've actually read my blog.
2. Get onto YAHOO MESSENGER and edit or create your handle to be the same as your email.
3. Use your real name, or at least pick a creative fake name that I will remember.

I fucking had forgotten how annoying this shit can be, and I'm already starting to lose my patience.

Women who choose NOT to take control of their men..

My husband is this gorgeous, big tough jock who works out, plays competitive sports (still at 45), is intelligent (has a couple of master's degrees & is working on a Ph.D), and I have him totally wrapped around my little finger. He wasn't into ANY of the kinky stuff I'm into when we first met, in fact he was very much just your normal wham bam thank you ma'am fucker - good, regular, vanilla kinda sex.

He worshiped me, and he'd pretty much do whatever to make me happy, (except kinky sex stuff).

When I became a "professional dominatrix" about 2 years into our relationship, he had seen it coming. I'd always been bossy & would throw "temper tantrums" (like a stupid 3 year old), when I didn't get my own way. One particular time I threw a plate at his head to emphasize my point of view. I was only 21 - I had no idea that what I really wanted was a dom/sub relationship - I didn't know a thing about power exchange back then, but I knew I was different than the average girl. I dug around, and found The Black Rose, and would make him come to their weekly meetings with me, still he refused to bend to my way of thinking. I didn't really care though as I had these other men throwing themselves at my feet, and begging me for a "session"...

Next thing he knows I'm working full time at a dungeon, and exploring all of my kinky fantasies with other men.

My husband didn't like it, but he had no option. It was not a negotiable part of our relationship. He quickly grew to realise that when I want something, "no" is not part of the equation. He wanted me & for me, I was pretty much turned on by the fact that this guy might be harder to conquer than any one else I'd been with.

Every single day I'd get off multiple times with subs, and then I'd come home, and get fucked royally by my husband. It was the best of both worlds. Several years went by and I kind of pulled back from the professional domination, mostly due to the fact that I had a nice stable of men that I would call up and order to come visit when I was in the mood.

However, as with most things, I got bored with that stable of slaves. During this whole time, I'd be "training" (on the down low) my husband. For instance, he's a total leg man, and I LOVE getting my legs licked and massaged. However, he was only into me rubbing my legs all over him, or watching me in high heels, so before I'd allow him any of that, I'd make him suck on my toes, and run his tongue up the back of my leg. Then I'd take my feet and rub them over his cock, but would refuse to give him a blow job... so he got to like the feet thing, although was definitely never a "foot fetishist".

I'd force him onto his back and climb onto him, and even though he'd only like to do the oral thing when I was laying flat on my back with my legs spread, he grew to LOVE it when I'd climb up onto his face, and ride it, - but he'd never been into "smothering" or "facesitting" previously. He never realised that I was imposing my will upon him, or that he was being a tad submissive & kinky with me.

From there it was time to step it up a bit, I love strap on play, and one night when he came to bed, I was dressed in my leather (which he does like) but when he pulled back the covers, he discovered I was wearing a big black strap on. Now being that he's my husband, it was NOT my plan to fuck him up the ass right then and there... I was going to get him to the point where it would be something he might start thinking about while at work, and then perhaps he might find that I'd left a window on the computer up on a strap on lover's website, and he'd think about it some more. (Clever, aren't I)?

So that first night with the strap on, I told him about how I'd fucked my girlfriend wearing it earlier, and told him that if he licked my cock, he'd taste her pussy juices on it... so of course he was going to try it... Do you see how this worked?

Next thing he knew, I was climbing between his legs (while he's on his back with his legs spread open), and while wearing my hottest leather outfit, and a nice big strap on. I'd "pretend" to fuck him like a girl. Surprisingly enough (Duh...) he liked it. Or at least that big hard cock of his did. I'm not saying this happened over night, because it didn't, but now, 15 years later, he's as kinky as I want him to be.

There are definitely some no-no's in our relationship, BUT, I'd bet that within another few years he'll be 100% exactly into what *I* want. For instance, I love the cuckold thing, and fantasize about being at a swingers party, and choosing a guy to fuck, and all the while making my husband watch & jerk off. After I've gotten done with the guy I've just allowed to fuck me, I'd want my husband to eat me out, yeah and that includes the other guys cum too...

I'm also way into the humiliation thing, and I get off on the guys who enjoy watching women smoke and being their ash tray, I don't see him getting into that. He's anti smoking, and would probably pick me up and throw me into a wall if I ever burned him with a cigarette!

I also get off on the cross-dressing thing, he's never going to put on my panties, or allow me to make him up like a drag queen.

I don't understand a lot of my friends who are married, and never have sex with their men (obviously because it's crap sex, and they are just "not that into him", however, they'll never admit it, and don't have a reason why there's no sex going on). Why don't they just start maneuvering their men to their likes & fantasies? Why would they choose to NOT take control? They have no idea what they are missing out on.

Diva Wed...

God it's been a fabulous day. I've gone for a long hike this morning - (just so I could drink a martini or two tonight at "girls night out" in Columbia), spent the rest of the day lounging around the pool with my newest little cabana boy. Running out the door right now to meet up with a few girlfriends before going to Houlihans. Will write more later...

Procrastinating

Yet another lazy day by the pool. I've got to get motivated to get my friggin taxes done, I have to see the accountant tomorrow at 10am - and I've not yet started. GROAN. I'm 3 years behind, and apparently, IRS doesn't look too kindly upon that sorta thing. I don't actually owe them anything, in fact they should owe me.

I'm such a procrastinator.

I guess I should stick on a pot of coffee and plan on being up all night. My American husband will fucking freak out if I tell him yet again that I've not got it sorted. I keep telling him they don't put people in jail unless they OWE them money, but he keeps yammering on about me getting deported, and about fees and penalties and wot not.

I'd much rather be playing.

Pussy Worship - pool side..

Ummmmmmm mmmmm - there could have been nothing better for a hang over than what just took place today. I've got this gorgeous pool, and my first instinct was that I was just going to laze around on a pool lounger all day, and sleep in the sun, then as I became more awake, and a little more human I realised around 10am that what I really needed was some major oral worship. So, I took out my cell phone and called one of my best and brightest to stop whatever it was that he was doing, and get his ass over to my place to take care of me.

Having my period, and the cramps, and the hangover, I just wanted to cum, then sleep, cum some more, then sleep, and.. you get the jist..

He arrived by 11am, ready to serve. I made him strip naked, no swim shorts needed here. He'd also had the good sense to stop by Whole Foods and pick up a fruit salad & lots of bottled water - probably knows me too well, if I'd not soaked up the remaining alcohol with something, I'd just have gotten grumpier (i.e. more of a bitch, than I usually am) and would have been more than mean to him.

It turned out to be the most perfect day ever. I literally was in the pool from 11am until about 6pm, we had the best time! I didn't really get to sleep much - well maybe that 2 hr nap between 2pm and 4pm does count - I'd literally cum so many times by then, that I'd lost count. I was literally covered down there in sex juice. (God I hope it doesn't affect the pool water balance)! I've trained him so well on where to put his tongue, and how to use his tongue that I'm literally quivering just thinking about how good he is.

Every time I needed to pee, we hopped out of the pool, and I would order him to lay down on the grass, I either sat on his face, or stood over him, making sure to cover him in my urine. I fucking love watching his cock just bouncing around, begging to cum, when I'm giving him a golden shower, that's a total turn on for me.

Anyhoo, he left around 7pm, so I'm going to go hang out on the couch, watch a movie - "Super High Me", and then go to bed... that is unless I get totally horny again and need to call a slave... or two..

No Alcohol please...

Did I actually say in that last post that alcohol always makes me feel better? D'oh! Well not this morning! Since I walked in my door at 5am this morning, my head has been pounding and dare I actually say I almost feel quite like vomiting. Yuck.

So I met some friends last night at Cross Street Market in Baltimore for sushi - however, had someone not brought *that particular* sushi to a party I was at a few weekends ago, I would never have sat down.

All I kept thinking about while waiting for the sushi, was how many health code violations I was seeing. Even the sushi making guy, had just had his food delivered. That as it turns out however, was nothing. The beer & sushi were damn good, there was a group of 6 of us, so the conversations were hilarious, and I'd actually moved my mind completely off all the reasons one could probably very easily get E.Coli while being there, when I saw it. A bloody rat ran right across the floor next to our table. My purse and feet were on the floor. I just about died. I scooped my feet up and onto my friends lap, and ok, now I know why I probably hadn't hung out in Baltimore much.

Aren't they only supposed to come out late at night, and certainly not in the place that you're having dinner? Totally grossed me out. That and the fact that it could have been mistaken for a small CAT. I practically ran out of the market building. My 5 friends, all from Baltimore, thought I was a nut.

We then went onto the Burlesque show featuring Trixie Little. Not thinking about rats in of itself required that I start with The Long Island Iced Teas... ooooh 3 later, I shoulda quit, but seriously it was only like 10pm at that point, and the "burlesque" show, well that was not quite what I'd imagined it to be, and really what else is there to do in a place like that, except drink?

After that show was over we decided to go dance at The Hippo - however, of all friggin nights, there was *no* dancing, just a drag queen show, and I just was not in the mood for all that, but what the hell, let's have another Long Island... Do you see how the night went?

So.... Are you there "Vodka", "Rum", "Tequila"? It's me.. Nichole...
Please forgive me, I'm about to sin, but I won't be seeing you for a few days.

Pussy Worship...

So today, I spent the entire day boating, and contemplating getting my pussy waxed bare. While I was living overseas it was totally natural to see hot looking girls with hairy armpits, and some hair sticking out of their bikini lines. However, arriving back in the states, my girlfriends were much in shock about the whole idea - in fact it was rather like that scene from the latest "Sex in the City" movie with Miranda, when I told them that there was *no where* in the whole of Greece to go get waxed, and that in a lot of ways I'd kinda been impressed with my own little trimmed up "bush".

SO... to wax or not wax that is the question!! I've got about another week to go before I can go get my legs waxed for the summer - I HATE having to shave those, for one, they're damn long, and it takes a while to do it every couple of days, and secondly, I'd much rather use the extra time with the shower massager getting off ;-)

Now I'm off out with the girls for mojitos. Alcohol always makes me feel better.

The sadistic part of me would love to take every guy I know and make him go through getting his legs waxed, and then his balls.

Nic's Sticks..

So I just got done at the gym - man that Lifetime Fitness has to be the most awesome fitness center ever. I got to swim, and take a spinning class. Then in between the showers and walking to my car, I got my bloody period. Bloody being the operative word here. It came on, gangbusters. So bad that I had to stop at a 24 hr CVS on the way back home. I haven't had it in like a couple of months - I think because of the time change, or altitudes or something bizarre. So now, I'm ready for some Epsom Salts, in a nice hot bath, then bed. Well maybe a little masturbating in the tub, because I'm totally horny right now. A girl can never have too many orgasms right?

These have got to be one of the best inventions ever.. Nic's Sticks - it's nail polish in this little pen doo dad that let's you do a quick touch up or whatever.


OK so my camera phone takes naff photos, but you at least get the jist... Man, I need a real pedicure, not to mention, a little someone slipping their tongue between my toesies wouldn't hurt either ;-)

I'm heading out on a boat tomorrow for some R&R on the Potomac, let's hope I don't come across any dead bodies. I had been hoping to take a sub with me, for some major oral relief, but I may have to rethink that now. Damn. I hate being on the rag, I'll be a super bitch now for like 3 days, and totally obsessed with cumming.

My feet HURT!

I've just gotten in from an almost 4 hour hike on the Patuxent Branch Trail. I started it over in Savage, by the old Mill, and walked to Lake Elkhorn in Columbia, and around the lake, and then back again. It was about 10 miles all told. The creepiest thing ever was that right on the path, sunbathing itself was this huge friggin black & blue & white snake - the thing was about 7ft long - I swear I almost crapped myself trying to get past it!!!

This cute little jogger girl almost ran right into it - I don't know why she thought I was just standing in the middle of the trail looking like I was going to pee my pants, but when she saw it, she freaked out. Men I can handle, and I've even had a snake before - but there's a difference between a random big ass snake that you can't identify, and one that you keep in a cage, and feed rabbits to.

Anyway, it was an absolutely gorgeous day, and I had to do something other than sit around. I swear just since I've gotten back here, I've gained like 7lbs. However, I am now in terrible need of a foot rub, and a toe sucking, and a leg massage, and an ass rub, and some butt licking wouldn't hurt either. I basically just want to lay the fuck down, and be worshiped from head to toe.

I started a "meetup" group - I'm sick of the yahoo thing - that is so not local, and is so not filled with men who want to meet in person - all this jerking off on the computer, or over the computer is sooooo tedious, and non-fulfilling. I DO THIS STUFF IN REAL LIFE. If you're in the area, join the group - http://adultent.meetup.com/177/