Sunset by the Pool

Luna Gloaming sent me an AI generated nude image based on photo of me in the desert. She told me the software had issues with rendering "down there" so the photo was waist up. When I got home today, the light was just perfect to take a photo out by the community pool. No AI here, just me, waist down. Enjoy! I won't leave this up long.

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Facebook Restrictions

 Facebook is putting me on restirictions for the following photo. I appealed the decision once, and they restored the photo and removed my restrictions. When I tried to add it again to a MAYA MONDAY post "Humorous Hotties," Facebook removed it again (after approving it) and put me on restrictions. Thanks Facebook.

My Passion

 I posted this on Facebook this morning and thought it belongs here too.

I woke up horribly randy this morning and could not stop thinking about fashion, style, and urgent sexuality. My mind was racing and in turmoil. I was exuberantly compelled to write down my thoughts. Here they are.

 

I found a set of photos of just the dress I want to wear for the "Bare As You Dare" Oscar party March 10th. My friends in the costume shop in the theatre department asked me for all the photos so they can recreate the dress for me. They agreed, this would be an easy design and bulid since there is very little fabric involved! Am looking forward to wearing this. I have just the pair of strappy "fuck me" heels to wear with the dress and, of course, a pair of black thong panties. I'm going to have lots fun come March 10th. Now to figure out what Trouble and Jeep Girl are wearing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valentine's Day Happy Hour - Updated

What a great week! It started with a terrific Super Bowl and party. My classes were engaging and fun. And, the Valentine's Day party yesterday was sensational on oh so many levels. Wearing my see-through mesh top I thought was heart-pumping enough. But, later in the evening while standing and sipping Prosecco with a few close friends, Trouble sidled up beside me, put her arm over my shoulder, and let her hand caress my breast, as she nonchalantly joined the conversation. My mind and my body internally exploded, then melted and I was dizzy, weak-kneed. Trouble left her hand on me for some time, fondling gently. My friends noticed, of course, but simply smiled as we chatted.

 

Trouble and I did not talk about it later or even today. It was just a stupendously naughty, magical, and fleeting moment of affection. Life is good. Life is love.

 

Is Exhibitionism a Kink or a Fetish?

 Some friends asked me to this up regarding my exhibitionist tendencies.

There can definitely be some overlap between a kink and a fetish so we understand the confusion. Rosara Torrisi, PhD from the Long Island Institute of Sex Therapy, breaks down the difference as “whether it's something someone likes to do (kink) or if it’s something someone has (fetish) to do in order to have sexual pleasure.”

So my exhibitionism is a kink. (Whew!)To be clear, I do not have exhibitionist disorder. Exhibitionism is described as the sexual desire to be watched, particularly during sexual activity, but shouldn't be confused with disordered behavior, a condition that causes someone to compulsively expose their genitals to unsuspecting passersby, typically in a public setting. I have no interest in that.

When exposing myself to others, I always make sure the people I am flashing are adults and likely to be open to the experience. I choose venues carefully to ensure my activities won't prompt immediate calls to security or the police. I try to gauge the potential audience for openness, fun potential, and either female or male, if the person I am flashing finds me interesting or attractive, or if I find them attractive. Often, I try to ensure people are aware that I am occasionally shooting photos and that my behavior is part of a naughty photo shoot. And, I try to get a girlfriend to flash with me, solo or duo. In any case, if I don't feel completely confident in the environment and the people around me, I don't do it. A girl could get in real trouble is she does not practice this kind of safety.

While in California for Christmas, a long time girlfriend of mine and I took a day to roam the beach areas of Venice Beach and Santa Monica for some public flashing fun. We also shot some naughty video in stores and dressing rooms. Sorry, I won't post our work here -- we both have jobs we could lose if we were identified. But, here's a few photos of the kinds of things we did.

This is not much of a holiday blog post, but I wanted to put something up for the end of the year.

Two Girls in Tivoli Park

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 in Tivoli Park in Ljubljana, I rested from a brisk walk from the three bridges of the central city to consult my city map. I tried to concentrate on the map, but the parade of fascinating people through the park kept me peeking over my sunglasses and the map, to ‚ “people watch‚” without being obvious.

 

It was then I spotted two teen girls, emerging from an apartment building and rushing into the park, hand in hand, in what I might describe as a giggle fit. They were free, entirely happy, and beyond energetic. They stopped just across a patch of grass from me, well out of sight of the apartment from which they had appeared.

 

Both girls were probably 14-15 and dressed similarly. One of them, with long dark hair and big, dark eyes, was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans with a wide belt over the top. She removed the wide belt, unfastened the buttons of the jeans, and folded them down to where it was clear she had no underwear on. If she had any, her pubic hair would have been clearly visible because I could just barely glimpse the drop of her mons and, maybe, a hint of her slit. She added the belt again, which marginally met the folded-down top of her jeans.

 

It was the blonde’s turn to convert her pants to lower-rise. I say lower because her pants were a pair of gypsy or parachute pants already low-slung on her tiny hips. She untied the drawstrings of the patterned pants and rolled the top down several times, so they were as low as friend’s. Tying the drawstrings tight, she turned to model the results and revealed a subtle, but extremely teasing bit of tush cleavage. The dark-haired girl heartily approved.

 

They held hands, looking at each other, giggling as teens do. Their exuberance became an explosion of mirth and unleashed energy, as they began what I can only describe as a youthful happy dance, jumping and kicking and twirling in a circle together. Their joy, at that moment, was infinite, thrilling and emotionally overflowing with their bodies and how they expressed themselves in their lowest-rise, revealing looks.

 

When they settled down, they strutted off through the park, holding hands, their long, thin, and youthful torsos exposed and small breasts beaming like their smiles.

 

The entire incident only took a few moments as they seemed practiced, knowing exactly what they needed to do to go from cute teens to confident teasing teens. Those few moments are burned into my memory though because I remember that kind of exploration and joy of discovering myself, my body, and how I present myself to my world. In my mind, I said,” Good luck, girls. The world is waiting for you.”

 

And, no, I didn’t dare try to catch a photo of the girls. Had I been discovered it would have ruined the moment entirely.