Facebook put me in jail for trying to post the photo below. Note that this photo is the profile picture for Dakota Rose, https://www.facebook.com/TheRealDakotaRose . It appears Facebook is targeting me now for past issues.
This is the offending photo that got me two days of not posting and six days of not accessing my groups.
Yesterday my teen friend “Trouble” confided that the girl she is interested in at school – call her “Flirt” - had her over for a sleepover. Flirt asked Trouble to be sure and bring a sexy little nightie to wear, which she did. Trouble smiled a naughty smile and said, “we had fun!” She mused though, “I’ve never been asked to go all ‘Victoria’s Secret,” even by a boy.
We talked about how dressing for a friend or a lover can be more than teasing. Often, both men and women, simply like to see a partner look beautiful, alluring, or, yes, just sexy. I shared that in my experience, men ask for the sexy (short skirts, plunging necklines, no panties) and women seem to prefer certain looks or styles, that may or may not be “sexy,” but are usually attractive and fashionable.
I told Trouble about a guy I dated in college who had a serious thing for baby doll lingerie. He bought me several very nice sets and asked me to wear them on dates. I thought it was crazy, over-the-top, but I tried it because he was a really nice guy. I’d wear the baby doll under a loose dress to start the evening, then lose the dress along the way. As a hopeless exhibitionist, it was rather thrilling. He would take me to nicer bars or restaurants as well as “luxury” movie theatres in Beverly Hills, Westwood, or Newport Beach. I would get some very curious looks, but no one, not once, questioned my wearing lingerie in public. A girl can get away with that in Southern California, but only in the right places.
I did add a caveat to this story: don’t do something like this unless you are absolutely sure of your partner and have the kind of trust to allow such play. And never, ever, be apart from that person in public. Better yet, have another trusted friend along too.
I’ve ragged on this topic before. I believe a woman of nearly 40, as I am, should be able to dress and look as young as she desires and feels. On Facebook I wrote, “[I am] sometimes criticized … for "looking too young ... dressing like students ... pretending to be 16 ... and wearing risqué outfits” on the university campus where I work. Consider, the women below are very near the same age as me. Granted they are celebrities, but who is to say ordinary people (although I don’t think of myself as ordinary) shouldn’t dress however they like?
Amanda Seyfried Anna Kendrick Brittany Snow
I wanted to post this over on Facebook for something called Maya Monday, but didn't dare because there is a nipple showing! Click it for full size.
Am attending a small Super Bowl and Valentine’s Day party being thrown by a doctor who lives up the street. He is the one who has enjoyed my bottomless recycle day flashing. Eight adults are attending, no teens, all vaccinated, adult, and naughty. I’m taking a filmmaker who is in town for a new HBO series. He’s older, a little rough, and just a tad kinky, in a good way. He filmed my first nude scene in a short at USC. It’s 82° here so I’m wearing short shorts and an open bustier. I warned those attending and they approved!
I looked at her wide-eyed. She said that while she has not had sex with either partner yet, she intends to do so, and soon. “It’s just time,” she said, “I’m tired of waiting. ‘Spread legs, not hate,’ as you say.”
I gasped, “I was kidding, a silly quip.”
On the age of sexual consent, the legally defined age at which a person is deemed legally competent to consent to sexual activity, we vary from state to state though. Eleven states, including my state of Arizona, set the age at eighteen for people to have unrestricted sex. Eight states lower that age to seventeen and thirty-one states (including Washington, D.C.) drop the age of consent to sixteen years old (https://www.ageofconsent.net/states).
Readers of my blog or my friends on Facebook have probably already related the above to my situation with a lovely seventeen-year-old, who I call “Trouble,” and has recently expressed an interest in exploring her bi-curious inclinations with me. And, for the record, I have not encouraged nor participated in her experimentation.
It is difficult to reconcile my feelings, indeed my longings, when I stop to consider my behavior and sexual activities at seventeen. By then I had been sexually active for five years.
During my seventeenth year, I was a senior at Hollywood High in California. My sexual appetite was running wild and I did little to restrain myself. I did not want to hold back. I have little memory of being anything but sexually aroused every hour of every day.
One notable night that year I found myself in the company of four young men who were in Los Angeles with their college jazz band attending a competition of some kind. They were band geeks for sure but made great music, were sweet as can be and were virgins all. So, one at a time I fucked each of them, privately in a hotel room, as they were too shy to fuck me as a group. It was as funny as it was fun. I found that riding them cowgirl style was the best way to manage the logistics as they knew how generally how to go about fucking, but lacked any finesse or self-control. Even with warm, wet washcloths for cleaning up between the boys, I got through all four of them in just over an hour.
That same year I was in two lesbian videos, strictly amateur stuff. In one I was supposedly interviewing for a job and ended up licking the interviewer. In the other I was a babysitter caught masturbating on the job by the mother and received an over-the-knee spanking, groping, and fingering as punishment.
There were other not as daring exploits that year. I slept with the cutest dyke who was a stage manager at a small Los Angeles theatre. She was the ultimate tomboy who reveled in my tussling her short, short hair as she ate me. I dated a fifty-year-old film producer who let me play the spoiled baby girl and showered me with gifts.
And then there were the usual senior year things -- band banquet, prom, school musical, senior trip -- all of which involved sex in one form or the other with boys and girls. I thought it was normal and fun.
And that year I also traveled and sang with my father’s band. That resulted in a few trysts when I wasn’t on stage.
To put it simply, the year I turned seventeen was a wonderful mind-blowing, and eye-opening adventure. By California law, I shouldn’t have legally been allowed to enjoy the joy ride that was an important year of my sexual awakening.
But, despite the truth that a seventeen-year-old could embrace and enjoy sexual relations with an older woman, and even benefit from it, that behavior if revealed publicly, could ruin a career and a reputation.
I have to be good. And patient.
