Just Open Up!

Here in the desert southwest we're hoping to contain the coronavirus by "social distancing." It makes a lot of sense to me, staying away from large crowds, closed spaces, and cancelling classes, public performances and the like.  And, I have always generally thought keeping a good sized space between you and people you don't know is a good idea. But that doesn't mean you can't gather with friends for a pizza and a glass of wine, dining alfresco in the cool spring air. I did this last night and opted for a snap front flannel shirt for a little warmth. But, the pizza joint had gas heaters out on the patio so it was warm and toasty. I mentioned that perhaps my shirt was too warm, so one of my friends who knows my occasionally exhibitionist ways, leaned over and unsnapped it for me. The rest of the evening was a delight feeling open and free and exposed. My friends liked it too.

Recycle Mondays

Recycle Mondays - I get my exhibitionist fix by rolling the recycle bin to the curb "bottomless" -- usually wearing just a t shirt or little top that leaves my nether regions exposed. Sometimes people see me, sometimes not. It gets my week off to an exciting start.

I would normally post an edited photo on Facebook (for their prudish censors), but since I'm banned from posting there for 30 days, I'm posting an uncensored photo here of what I wore today.

Spanked by Facebook Again

Yes, Facebook has banned me from posting or commenting for 30 days. I receive a popup when I try that tells me I have violated "Community Standards" 13 times, so they are punishing me. One of my violations was writing "Americans are stupid" in a comment. Facebook said it was "hate speech." Other "violations" are subtle naughty photos that push the envelop a little: a bit of nipple or a slight peek at my girl bits -- only slight. Americans at Facebook are prudes. Anyway, that's the news.

On Deck!

In the summer of 2008, a girlfriend and I got jobs on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean. My dad had connections in the music industry and helped me land the gig.

In the late evenings, after performances, dances and such when most of the passengers were passed out in their cabins, the production cast or “performers,” would sneak to a closed bar on an open deck and party. We’d drink, sing, dance, tell stories and just gaze up at the stars. It was especially nice if the ship was steaming overnight to the next port.

One warm summer night, I was partying with a guest band that had joined the cruise in Athens for a week going to the popular Greek Islands – Mykonos, Santorini, Rhodes, Crete. The band played rock, pop, and, of course, a few Greek tunes so people could try to learn the Zorba dance.

The drummer of the band, a dark and handsome Brit/Indian guy, took an immediate interest in me. I think my red hair and the painfully girly sundress I was wearing had something to do with it. We flirted through the evening, drinking, flirting, dancing until quite late. By the time everyone switched from Ouzo to bottled water to rehydrate and prevent hangovers, only a few of us were at a table, laughing and talking. My drummer stood up, said good night to all, and simply held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him.

He led up to one of the very top decks of the ship, where the “adult” pool was. It was completely deserted, closed until dawn. He found a few chaise mats and laid them on the deck making a futon like a nest for us. He kissed me, teased me, and fondled me. And I kissed and teased fondled right back. We moved slowly, both lulled by a little too much Ouzo and the lateness of the hour. I felt him turn me over and pull my tush up as well as the skirt of my sundress. He didn’t undress me, but pulled my panties off, teased me into the doggie position, and slipped inside me.

He was a firm, but gentle, and just aggressive enough lover, to own my body for that time. I was in heaven! Being made love to (well, okay being fucked) under the stars on a ship in the Greek Islands by a dashing and mysterious musician I had just met! What could possibly be better?

I found out. As I was settling, my body accommodating my lover’s thrusts, I looked about the pool area. All around us, under the sun-screens that made shade during the day, were deck chairs, small tables and such. Seated on the deck, hidden between the chairs and chaise loungers, were about 10 members of ship’s crew -- watching us! They were smiling, nodding approval I think, and some of their bright eyes connected to mine.

What could I do? I darn sure didn’t want to stop – god, my drummer felt so good inside me. So, I smiled back at the crew, looking right at them, letting them know I liked them watching us. And that sent me over the moon! I totally lost control. I had not before, nor since, experienced an orgasm quite like I did that night in my little sundress.

Afterward, during a little aftercare and cuddling, the crew silently slipped away below decks. Over the next few days, when I would encounter certain crew members, I would be greeted with huge smiles and bright eyes. So, I pretty much could tell who was watching that night. And, you know, I grinned right back, as happy as I have ever been.

Just me

Surprise Feelings

Last night afforded an interesting surprise that brought big smiles to my friends and a lot of blushing on my part.

I wore the little dress in the picture for a casual theatre date yesterday. Before the performance, my date and I met our friends at a wine bar. My date began telling my friends how much fun my dress was because it encouraged a warmer greeting than a hug or a handshake. At that point, I felt my date touching my chest lightly with teasing finger tips then slipping a hand inside, copping a feel! It was so brazen and felt so good, I just went with it, blushing terribly. And then, my date gave me a quick kiss and urged my friends to try the greeting. And they did. All of them. It was a warm and wonderful spontaneous moment I shall never forget.

2020 Vision

New Year's Eve was easy, calm, and cuddly with a few friends who did not otherwise have an event or party plans. For the last-minute gathering, I made my famous mac 'n' cheese (okay, maybe famous in my own mind) and served champagne. I told my friends to "come as you are," so everyone was comfy casual, from yoga pants to LBDs. I wore a simple strapless jumpsuit that is as soft as it is sheer. I enjoyed my guests' glances at my body at what they could "almost" see clearly through the flimsy fabric. It was a warm rush to start the new year showing off for my friends. They all know and, I think, appreciate my occasional exhibitionist tendencies.

I'll try to keep this blog light and fun this year, even though we face tremendous challenges in the USA. For my political activities, find me on Facebook.

Love to you all and happy new year!