HNT: Into My Pink

You should visit my pink, don't you think? Come into it, become acquainted with it and me?

Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Don't forget to swing by Osbasso's and remember to hit up the Other HNT!

Pussy, Just Pussy

Last week a man who was my 'friend' - I should say purported to be my friend - got pissed when I refused his advances. He turned from a flirty delight into a sulky little bitch in an instant. When I said thanks but no thanks he sent me a nasty email and (the fuck you of the new millennium) de-friended me on Facebook. I am apparently the broken toaster of Errant Wives: if it don't heat you up you should probably just toss me out.

Although he had been feigning engaging with me in a non-sexual way - talking to me and being a 'friend' with no sex on the table - I had noticed a lack of substantive conversation. So I will admit to testing him just a little. I started inserting the occasional comment into an email that would require a follow up question - there was no follow up, no interest.

In his mind I am clearly an object that serves only one purpose. I am, quite simply, pussy.

Let me be clear: I love being your lover, your secret, your dirty little slut. I am delighted to hear that you want to fuck my pussy or my face or if you tell me how much you love my cunt. I don't mind playing the role of your sex object.

But pussy I am not.

I resent the objectification, I resent being considered a thing with only one purpose. If your only interest in me is in having me spread for you, well then you are missing some of the most interesting parts. If you think you are getting the best part of me when I let you put your dick in me, then darling, you are quite simply blind to who and what I am.

Bottom line: clearly there was a reason I said no, nothing is less interesting to me than a man who doesn't understand how to be a lover.

So, yet another valuable lesson about life and men learned. And what's more fun than a valuable lesson?

HNT: Daydream...

You probably don't realize this, but there are so many days when I think about you.

I sit there at my desk, pearls and pumps, and imagine being with you.

I can see myself prowling across the room towards you...sliding out of my clothes.

I can picture myself kissing you while the sun splashes into the room and slides over our skin.

I can feel myself sliding over you, your arms around me, your face buried in my shoulder and hair while I fuck you, warmed from the inside and out...

Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Don't forget to head on over to Osbasso's to see who else is playing and remember, as always, the Other HNT!

Group Post: Make Me

You
Make me yours,
Make me your slut,
Make me your dirty secret,
Make me the woman that captures your mind.

Make me beg,
Make me crazy,
Make me scream,
Make me want you like I have never wanted anyone before.

But I have to
Make me his,
Make me strong,
Make me loyal,
Make me able to give you up.


Be sure to click through to the other group posters and see what trouble they are up to:
Amy http://moresexchocolateandredlipstick.wordpress.com/
Spring Flower: http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com/
Ms Scarlett: http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com/
Panserbjorn: http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/
Adulterous Letch: http://a6y.blogspot.com/
The Duchess: http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com/
Veronica http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com/
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Topaz http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com/
Bdenied: http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
Ronjazz: http://www.ronjazz.blogspot.com/
Britni: http://britisshameless.com/
Me: http://thesecretlifeofme2.blogspot.com/
Gray: http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/

HNT: Luscious

I don't have what you could characterize as low self-esteem and I don't need to be complimented at all hours of the day to feel good about myself - but there is something that is just so delicious about viewing yourself for a moment through the eyes of a new lover.

We were trapped deep in a moment of lust - all touches and moans and abandon - when he paused, putting a hand on either side of my face, leaning in to kiss me and said: you are luscious.

Luscious. Me. Sigh...


Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Remember to swing by Osbasso's and don't forget to make a stop at the Other HNT.

If you want in for this month's group post we are posting on Saturday, so there is still time to drop me an email and play along.

Predatory Mood

There are some nights when I prowl.

I don't know whether it is a springtime drive to fuck, but there is something about this time of year that says put your dick in my mouth, bend me over, give it to me dirty.

Tonight I am unapologetically predatory. Scanning, eyeing, flirting, looking for more.

I am drawn to mischief - I feel like I am liquid, invincible, like I am almost floating through the evening. Sliding every so neatly into trouble, wishing for trouble to slide ever so neatly into me.

The click of my heels is somehow sexually charged, the flip of my hair electric, my smile beyond suggestive.

I can tell you, when I am in this mood, you would be hard pressed to keep me away from someone I find attractive, hard pressed to find me solo at the bar, hard pressed to find me tucked into my own bed alone.

I swear to god, and I acknowledge the self-indulgence of this statement, but really, this feels like instinct. Pure adulterous instinct. The urge is almost irresistible. Scratch the almost - I want to be fucked.

I am on the hunt: looking for adorable promiscuous prey. Pursuing, cornering, licking my lips, sinking my teeth in.

I must confess: the newly empty spot in my bed has me searching for a new playmate. I am restless and curious and ready for more.

Morally weak antelope in the herd? Beware...

Slut Spam

If the emails in my inbox are any indication, I think while I was seeing who of y'all was on Facebook I *may* have just sent a mass Facebook invitation of some kind to most of my email contacts.

Um, whoops?

To be clear, I do want to be bestest dirty talking Facebook friends with each and every one of you - but I would have exercised some discretion as to emailing at, for example, your work address...

Apologies to all. Now friend me (Kimberly Errant-Wife) so I can talk dirty to you....

HNT: Hotel Legs

I love fucking in hotel rooms. Love.

They are flawlessly tidy, deliciously anonymous and they create - even among the oldest and most comfortable of lovers - a sense of adventure, a place to step outside yourself and be wild. I have done things in hotel rooms that even cause me to blush. And for the record? I liked them.

And these are my hotel room legs. These are legs that like to walk outside in a city where no one knows her, legs that like to dance and play and legs that like to wind up wrapped around you before the night is out...


Happy HNT, dirty darlings! Don't forget to swing by on Osbasso and to hit up the Other HNT!

Oh, and by the by, I have just taken my attention whoring to a whole new level - friend me on facebook, won't you? Kimberly Errant-Wife.

Dream Lover

I had a dream the other night. It was me and my high school boyfriend, my old love - within the backdrop of the house and family my mind created for him.

I remember it in that hazy way you remember dreams...blurry around the edges and formless in a way. I can't remember why we were there, what we were doing and what we said. But I remember that I was with him.

Sometimes when I think of him I cannot imagine who I was then, who this girl was that loved him so much - it doesn't seem real.

And then there are other times when I can't believe I am not that girl anymore, when I remember the depth of my feelings for him and how it felt like my world had ended and my life was over when he broke my heart.

My younger self was consumed with him. We fell into each other with the enthusiasm and complete abandon that is, sadly, only the territory of the teenage years. It was utter bliss and I think we probably drove anyone within a mile radius of us insane.

He was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend an eighteen year old could have. He was not the first man that I loved, but he was the first man that loved me back, that loved me completely and utterly and was mine.

As we parted in my dream he kissed me - and oh my god - it felt real. It felt so, so real.

I emailed him the next day, to tell him that I figured the dream was a sign that I should get in touch. His response: "you will never believe it, Kimberly, but you were in my dream last night too..."

I am dying to ask him if we kissed goodbye in his dream...do you think I should?