Short Dress Surprise

 From my post in Facebook. Some friends who have left Facebook asked me to post this here.

 

 

I went shopping early this morning to beat the 105° heat. Since I was just getting a few groceries and produce at the fresh market, I threw on a super short little cotton dress.

As I was filling my grocery cart, my phone rang. It was my dentist’s office asking if I had forgotten my appointment. Yikes! I had forgotten it because I didn’t add it to my iPhone calendar. I started apologizing, but the receptionist was way ahead of me: my hygienist had an opening now to come right over. “On my way,” I said.

When I arrived at the office, I was ushered straight to a dentist’s chair for my cleaning. Sitting, I immediately regretted my choice of dress. It was so short, in the specialized chair, my lady bits were exposed entirely! I hadn’t bothered with any underwear for the short jaunt to market.

I was panicking, desperately looking for something to cover myself, when I felt my hygienist’s hand on my shoulder. She leaned toward me, whispering, “No worries, I got this.” At which she produced two dentists’ bibs and arranged them over my exposed kitty, securing them with the built-in little Velcro strips.
I was embarrassed, as I finally made eye contact with her. She smiled, a little coyly, and asked, “Is that dress for me, or do you have a date later?”

The cleaning went very well, and we talked as much as possible during a dental cleaning. As she completed a reminder card for my next appointment, she added her personal phone number, drew a little heart, and wrote, “Call me.”  

I shall do that.

Girls Kissing Girls

 I found this .gif for Pride Month. Am unsure if it is appropriate. Your thoughts?

Happy Pride Month 2025

 My favorite photos from Montreal Pride a few years ago. 

 

 Happy Valentine's Day!

Photo removed by me. I hope those who wanted it downloaded a copy! 

Happy New Year! Into 2025...

I find myself drifting in melancholy this holiday season, that of the Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Christmas, and Chanukah. I am home without family this year because most came on Thanksgiving. My young lover, Trouble, and a few “besties,” including Jeep Girl, come and go to my casita, but they have many activities with their families and friends outside of our circle. Thus, I’ve had quite a lot of time to myself, with ample quiet hours to think, muse, and meditate on life and love. I’m learning to put aside news and politics for a while, so my heart and mind are mostly at peace. Life is good, verdant.

My relationship with a young woman twenty years my junior is evolving, drifting, and growing into a deep friendship more than an ongoing romance. We knew it was inevitable, so we are content with the ebb and flow of our bond.

I do not have any “wild and crazy” sexual adventures to share right now. The latest that of the Iceland bartender was the most recent erotic encounter. I shot a few videos in the style of “I Feel Myself” and “Beautiful Agony” for Trouble. She likes those, and I enjoy making them. That was fun because it also ameliorated my exhibitionist itch.

I am journaling more and plan to invest more time in my production and screenwriting projects with the university. The travel company I work for on the side has not offered me any assignments for the new year yet.

My immediate goal for the new year is to find a path forward. I will find a way to trust myself and find ways to resist the destructive policies of the Trump administration where I can assert some influence.

I will discover ways to balance living, loving, and doing good in these troubled times.

Finally, I hope to find new, exciting ways to express myself as a liberated, bisexual, almost always horny, sometimes exhibitionist, and, I hope, humorous woman.

Happy New Year to all my friends! 

Peace and Love,

Sparks

Photo removed by me.

 

December 2024 Post - Coming Soon

 Here's a photo from five years ago to fill this space until I write my December post.

Jacking the Bartender

How I Watched the Debate

It was silly fun really -- thanking the handsome young (22) Icelander for opening the bar for Americans so we could watch the Harris-Trump debate at 1:00 AM.

 

Several travelers in our group, a few other Americans in the hotel, along with a few Canadian guests, begged the hotel to allow us to have a debate "watch party" in the hotel lounge. The desk manager was skeptical until the cute lad who tended bar agreed to open it up for us and find the debate on the bar big screen TV.

 

Once arranged, our "watch party" group agreed to make it a "pajama watch party." Why get dressed in the middle of the night, right? No one was surprised when we all showed up in flannel pajamas, nightgowns, and nightshirts. I had a little exhibitionist fun wearing a flannel "Star Wars" sleep tee with a pair of pretty pink panties. The bartender mixed up a batch of what he called "rum warmers," hot chocolate with rum, and a touch of Cognac. Yum! The drink made the debate ever so much more fun.

 

As I mentioned in the Facebook blurb on this, the young bartender absolutely refused any tips for opening the lounge. He said it was a privilege to share the event with Americans, so it was not surprising that he had no use for Trump.

 

I lingered as people left with the specific intention of doing something nice for the boy. At 22, he was close to the age of most my students and about half my age. It didn't matter. He was cute and fit and funny. I flirted with him shamelessly, but he didn't seem to mind. We sank into a sofa, talking first about the debate, then of America, Iceland, and how different our countries are. It wasn't difficult to notice he was quite aroused sitting so close to me. His athletic sweatpants revealed he was going "commando." His was anything but small.

 

Not one to be shy, I leaned into him and whispered softly, "I still want to thank you for this evening." I reached into his pants. My little hand was just enough for a good grasp on his cock. Stroking him, I spoke softly, gently sharing how he felt to me and how I longed for him to let loose and enjoy my stroking, teasing, and my hands exploring him here, there, and everywhere.

 

He relaxed and let me take control, except he wanted to touch my breasts, I think for just a tad of extra stimulus. I made him wait for me to bare the girls until he was close to climaxing. As I sensed him getting close, I took my "Star Wars" top off. That was enough to send him over the edge. I held his cock and aimed his cum to explode onto my boobs and tummy! And wow, did he. I've been cum on before, but this was an absolute flood of jizz. It felt so good and slick and hot all over me. I played with the pearl jam, rubbing it here and there, tasting it, and teasing.

 

It was late so the exertion exhausted us both. He took a few bar towels, wet them with hot water from the bar sink, and cleaned me up. I used one of the towels to clean him up.

 

I put my top back on and he tucked himself back into his pants.  With a sweet kiss, I scampered off to bed.