*No, not lent…lint. This post goes out to the ladies, but the gentlemen are welcomed to read, just don’t laugh, okay you can chuckle. I’m going to ask the gals a question about lint and not the kind found on clothing.
Several years ago Northern Tissue (I think that was the one) had a series of cute little commercials. The quilted softness was being created by some charming animated characters that were having a quilting bee. One of the commercials talked about lint and how this brand of toilet paper didn’t leave any. One of the characters was quite relieved because as she said “I don’t want lint on me.” That commercial just cracked me up…I’ve been battling toilet paper lint for years.
I’m actually a bit fanatical about toilet paper. If there are less than three full packages in my cupboard, I know it’s time to buy more. If there’s only one package, I’m in a near panic. I guess having to improvise during poorer times in my life left a mark. Back to the lint.
I’m an enthusiastic wiper. There are usually toilet paper balls stuck in some of the dangdest places and they ride around on me until my next shower. Sometimes I’ll discover one or two before a shower and I hastily remove the offensive little wads. After all, what if I were in a car accident? It would be bad enough to have on old undies, but could you imagine my horror if they discovered *gasp* toilet paper balls.
Perhaps I have this problem not because I’m an enthusiastic wiper, but because I just enjoy playing with myself any time I get the opportunity. I won’t deny there is a bit of pleasure involved. I suppose it’s unlikely I actually do pee on my clit. Usually, that is where the little toilet paper balls end up, tucked right next to my clit.
Even when I’ve removed all the hair from my coochie, I thought being bald might take care of the problem. It did a little bit, I don’t get any toilet paper tangled up in my pubes anymore, because they’re not there. If anything the dilemma gets worse as I’m so much more aware of my sweet self than I was before and things are easier to get to without all that danged hair.
Now I can’t be the only woman on the planet plagued by this problem. Is there anyone else out there who has this issue with tissue? I’d happily change toilet paper if you’ve found a brand that doesn’t lint up too much. However, I don’t think that I’ll be able to break a lifetime habit of enthusiastic wiping.
*Yes, Paul. there’s likely a reason this all seems familiar *g*
My friend Jim is in a difficult place right now. He’s dealing with the aftermath of a collapsed business and the fall-out of a relationship he ended last year. Some days he’s completely drained.
I’ve wondered lately if having been there during the high times and then the slow slide, makes it easier for him to relax and be with me. He doesn’t have to give me details or fill me in. I was there, I saw it and I know what happened. It gives us the opportunity to look at it all for what it is (at least in my way of thinking)… water under the bridge.
Jim is determined to take care of everyone who trusted him and invested in his dream. He questions his integrity and waves it like a banner when his spirits begin to lag. I admire his determination and I see his integrity as intact. It’s Jim who doubts it.
His struggles have caused him to spend a great deal of time reliving the past few years. Some of the experiences have become loops which frequently play through his mind. The thoughts often insert themselves into our conversations. I sense he wishes they weren’t there, yet he hasn’t quite figured out how to make them stop. I’ve no doubt that as he moves forward, taking care of the things he has to, the noise will start to fade.
In the meantime, I do what I can to hear what he’s saying. I know enough to realize I can’t rescue him. It’s not my place and I don’t want to. I can offer him comfort. I can listen as he sorts things out. I can enjoy the man he is and follow his lead. In my heart, I know he’ll be OK in the long run.
Because of his situation and the dreamer aspect of his personality, Jim spends an incredible amount of time in his head. He goes through the motions of life as we all do, but I’m certain the thoughts are always there. When we’re together I can sense changes in him when the noise moves back into the front of his mind. He doesn’t relax well. He’s in perpetual motion either physically or verbally.
When we’re together, I intentionally calm myself. I can be a bit of a whirlwind, moving, shifting, flitting from one thing to the next. When I’m with Jim, I quiet that part of myself. The motion has long been a defense mechanism for me. When I’m with Jim, it serves no purpose. I want to be there with him and for him. I trust him and I care.
Recently, I found myself quite relaxed after a wonderful day with him. We’d enjoyed one another thoroughly, fucked like wild critters and I’d completely drenched my bed…again. It was after all the romping I sensed Jim slipping back into his loop. I wanted to help him redirect it before it had a chance to take him back to the ick place.
I have an interest in Tantra. There are several books in my collection I refer to occasionally. One of them is full of beautiful photos and it was recalling one of those images which gave me an idea.
I asked Jim if I could help him relax for a little while. He agreed and laid on his back, then closed his eyes for me. Seated on the bed to his left, I told him I was going to be touching him in two places. Then gently, I cupped his sex in my left hand. I asked him if it felt good. Then I placed my right hand on the crown of his head. We stayed in that position for several minutes and I could feel him relaxing beneath my hands. I intentionally slowed my breathing, hoping it would prompt him to do the same. At first, it seemed to, then I began to feel a shift in his energy. He was resisting the calmness.
“You spend a lot time in your head,” I told him. His answer was a sad smile. “I’m going to do something that might help you change your focus.”
I kept my hand on top of his head. I positioned my right thumb in the center of his forehead and began to softly rub his skin. I kept the pressure light at first, then gradually increased the intensity of my touch. While I was rubbing I asked him to focus only on that spot. I asked him to let the sensations of the completed circle we’d established assure him that he was safe to relax. I asked him to stay with me and the physical feelings and to go nowhere else. The experience was about here and now.
After a while, I stopped rubbing. I continued holding his head and his sex as he laid there in the most relaxed state I’ve ever witnessed for him.
When he came back to himself and we ended our connection he shared his experience with me. Shortly after I’d started rubbing ‘that spot’ on his forehead he began seeing a soft and radiant blue light. He said it seemed to be the size and shape of my thumb. It beckoned him and comforted him while he was with it. He found calmness and told me he’d been more focused and relaxed than he’d been in months. He was grateful and thanked me for what I’d shared.
Then he became Jim again and rolled me onto my back.
Yesterday morning, as Jim and I hugged before parting, my right hand roamed down, down, down and cupped his left butt cheek. I gave it a squeeze. I gave it a jiggle. I gave it a couple of pats.
“I’d love to turn you over my knee and make your cheeks rosy red.” I gave him another pat for emphasis.
Summer’s here! I can tell because my cat spends most of his time on my desk, napping, whenever I’m on my computer. In the winter, he’s on my lap. I can also tell because I’m happily horny and spinning through my days feeling incredibly sexy and super charged. It must be the warm nights, the whirring of the fan and the sexy feel of light sheets on bare skin. Yep, summer has definitely arrived!
There’s a new playmate in my life. Actually, he’s an old friend. We recently acknowledged our long standing attraction and agreed to pursue a mutually beneficial arrangement with no strings or delusions of long term. It’s been working very well. We usually spend more time talking than we do groping each other. There’s so much laughter in my house these days. We’re each other’s best audience. Mr. Quirky and Witty has met Ms. Kinky and Goofy. The laughter is as life affirming as the orgasms.
We had an interesting 4th of July, Mr. Quirky Jim and I. We had dinner at the home of a close friend of his, who happens to be a former lover of mine and the new fiancee. Confused yet?
Three years ago Jim introduced me to his very good friend J. Jim and I were doing our best not to let the rest of world (especially his rather, OK, completely explosive, drama queen ex-girlfriend) in on the fact that we were strongly attracted to one another. I guess introducing me to J was one way of throwing people off and I found myself dating J for a short time. We were as different as could be, Mr. Corporate meets Ms. Art is Life, needless to say, we didn’t last long.
One thing J would point out to me was how much he felt Jim wanted to be more than just ‘CeeCi’s friend.’ I would pooh-pooh his observations any time he made them because as much as I wanted to go there, there was no way I could or would. There was someone else in the picture.
Fast forward three years to January of this year. I’m not sure what we were thinking, but J and I started seeing each other again. Things hadn’t changed much and in a little less than a month, I ended it for a second time.
So, last night, Jim took me to dinner at J’s house. About six weeks after he and I went our own ways in February he became engaged. Last night, I met the future Mrs. J and discovered that I knew her casually because of my little shop.
It felt kind of Peyton Place to be dining with my former lover, his new love and my new lover. I was rather apprehensive at first, but as the evening progressed we had lots of fun, good food and huge belly laughs. Watching J and L together I realized why he and I didn’t work out. There were several times I found myself comparing them (J and Jim). Hands down, when it comes to passion, joy and creativity, Jim is just the kind of man I enjoy.
Jim and I sensed that L may not follow through with her promise to J to become his wife. We decided to keep those thoughts to ourselves. J seems happy and the two of us could be really, really wrong.
After dinner we drove up into the foothills to get a bird’s eye view of the big fireworks display in town. I’d thought about taking pictures and had my camera equipment, but we were too far away and my randy hands were much more interested in being up the leg of Jim’s shorts than fiddling with f-stops, tripods and shutter speed. I enjoyed his shudders a whole lot more.
Jim knew I was on the tail end of my period and expressed to me he might not want to go there once we were headed in that direction. He decided he’d rather have a nice butt fuck instead. My butt and I readily agreed to the idea. So with lots of lube on him and in me, he slid his cock into my ass for the first time. *Bliss!* Pure bliss from the first plunge, until the last stroke when he pulled out and pumped his cum all over my back. I felt it cup at the base of my spine. Some of it tickled as it ran down my side and tumbled to the bed below.
After we showered he decided I needed a spanking. It seems I had achieved an “A” for my charming attitude throughout the evening, however, there were a few incidents when my compliance had been slower than Mr. Jim had expected. He felt it was necessary for me to go over his knee to learn that ‘now’ means ‘now’ not ‘at my leisure.’
I think he’s been doing some reading. He started out with a whippy, stingy ruler which he applied equally to both cheeks. He was using a light touch to begin then ramped up the intensity to bring on a rosy glow. He switched to a large leather paddle and really scorched my cheeks with it. Curious to know my reaction to his lesson, he told me to go onto my knees over his lap. He reached between my legs and began fingering my clit. He’d spank me, then twiddle my little, hard knobbin, then he’d smack my throbbing cheeks some more. As I became more aroused the spanks grew fewer.
There on my knees, Jim’s hand became the recipient of the fluid I sprayed with my first orgasm. He grabbed the paddle, spanked me firmly again then repeated his play. I filled his palm again and again.
This is the second time in the past ten days our play has produced a first for me. I had my first vaginal orgasm ever with him last weekend. This weekend brought me my first orgasm connected with receiving a spanking. Granted, there was lots of clitoral stimulation involved, but my mind seems to have connected the intensity more to the situation/spanking than to the wonder he produced with his fingers.
When we awoke in my sun filled bedroom today a song bubbled out of me. Yeah, I know, goofy to wake up singing, yet I did…
“Good Day Sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
It feels good, in such a special way
I got fucked and it’s a sunny day
Good Day Sunshine “
Jim laughed and sang along with me. The day got off to a wonderful start.
Oh yeah, the butterfly pic is one I took yesterday morning. Gorgeous bug, on a gorgeous day!
There, got that done. Now I can start writing. Likely, everyone has heard it’s only scary the first time. This isn’t my first time writing, it’s just the first time posting here. I have some mighty high heels to fill while Ms. Shannee is dancing. She’s left me the keys to her online home. I think the first thing I’ll do after she’s left is find her stash of chocolate.
Shannee and I go back a long way (in blog years). I first met her when she posted a comment on my site and before long a nice friendship blossomed. We seem to possess many of the same beliefs and ideals. I recognized, and still do, that Shannee is much further along in her journey than I am. In many ways, she has been a mentor to me. She causes me to pause, think, process and explore a new truth/idea as I go along my path. It’s comforting to encounter her footprints on the trail as she dances ahead of me.
We all have a story and I’d like to share a bit of mine. A few of you already know me *Hi, Paul.!* *Hello, Theresa!* Can you believe Shannee’s leaving me alone here to watch the place? Some of you know of me from comments I leave here and there.
For most of my life I’ve been a dabbler. Constantly busy and entirely too curious for my own good, I find my greatest joy comes from creating. My fingers are nimble and my eyes see my surroundings in detail. I’m a photographer. As I make my way through the day I’m mentally framing shots, watching the light and focusing on the unusual things in my environment rather than the bigger picture. It’s how I view the world. In many ways, photography has caused me to view myself differently because my focus has changed over the past few years.
I’ve noticed that viewing the bigger picture places me in that picture. It causes me to move through the world disengaged from myself, focused on the roles and motions expected of me as a person in the world. Stepping back from that, finding the beauty in the small details, brings me into the world which lies within. It stops the noise and chatter surrounding and filling me. I’m focused on the moment, the potential I’m seeing and the beauty I can capture. It’s in that place, the moment, I find peace and freedom. I don’t have to ask permission, I just am.
My journey as a sexual submissive has been much the same. I’ve learned that the expectations of the world are easier to navigate since I have embraced the truth of who I am. When I’m engaged with my submission, I’m focused on the moment. There, I find peace and freedom. I can share this part of myself like I can share my photographs.
So, that was some of the deep-ish stuff. Now, for the fun stuff.
As much as I dislike labels, I’m going to have to hang a few on myself in order to offer a clearer picture of who CeeCi is. You already know that I’m a photographer and a sexual submissive. I’m also a geek (who just had to pull the batteries out of her favorite vibrator to keep her wireless mouse working). I adore gadgets and all things computer. I may not be able to create a computer network, but I can design, code and write websites and templates. I create the graphics and the entire look of a page with PhotoShop Elements. I’ve wondered what would happen if I had CS3 in my bag of tricks. Everything I know about computers and coding I’ve taught myself. It’s the same with photography and PhotoShop. I actually designed two of Shannee’s first Blogspot templates.
I’m a former entrepreneur, no scratch that, I’m an entrepreneur who recently closed her retail business after 13 years. That spirit still lives in me. I just haven’t found the next thing. I can feel it teasing at the edges and I know, one day soon, the passion will burst upon me again and I’ll be pursuing something new.
I’m an artist, a writer, a dreamer, an entrepreneur, and a chef. I’m a convertible driving, domestic diva, a social butterfly, computer nerd, and um, a sexual deviant (but only on Thursdays).
There is a new playmate in my life right now. I hesitate to use the word ‘relationship’ because Jim and I have agreed that ours is a friendship with great benefits. We’ve known one another for nearly four years. Most of that time was spent as business neighbors. We’ve respected each other and found many shared interests. Recently, we took our friendship to the next level. Because I trust him, I let him in on my ’secrets.’ To our delight, he accepted them, embraced them and has enthusiastically opened the door on a part of himself he’d locked away. Jim is determined to earn his merit badges in both bondage and spanking. Our adventures, missteps and discoveries will definitely be the stuff of posts.
I’ve been blogging for nearly three years and hanging out in my own private garden for the past year. I’m excited about being a part of the bigger blogging community again. Thank you Shannee, for this wonderful opportunity. I promise, I’ll keep my fingers off your template and not mess with any of your widgets. After all, this is your home and I’m just house sitting.
Hello, everyone! I’m CeeCi (and yes, those are my feet). I’m excited to be meeting you!
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