HNT: Whipped

So the Red Mini Rubber Whip was a a bit of a bust as an impact tool, but it makes quite the artistic decoration!

Click through for a pic of me all turned around... :D

Happy HNT!

HNT: Topper

Because who can resist playing with a fun new prop?

Click through to see pic number two..

And hell, because I'm feeling generous, click again to see a bonus pic.

Happy HNT!

HNT: Teeth Marks

...But not the teeth in someone's mouth. No, these would be a different set of teeth.

Click through to see what made those marks!**

Happy HNT!

**If you hadn't guessed, what's attached to my nipple is the clip to a phone headset, the clip that attaches the cord to your shirt so you don't get all tangled. Yes, I am now perverting my office supplies. Gotta make being a desk monkey at least somewhat interesting, right?

HNT: Beating the System? Not So Much.

More like the system is beating me. Or at least, my faulty BC pills are. And so, a little well-earned sentiment aimed at the pills that are not doing ANYTHING they're supposed to be doing.



Happy HNT? More like frustrated HNT. But, as so many bumps in the road have done before, this too shall pass.

HNT: Inadvertent Marks

Oh look, I finally have an HNT pic to contribute! Legs seems to be a bit of an unofficial theme for this one, and coincidentally I happened to get this mark on my leg from my laptop - although it does look a little like the marks from someone's belt!



Click through to see the far end of my leg... and who makes an excellent footrest.

Not-Quite-HNT

Yeah, I'm not ripping off clothes and taking pics, but this is an HNT of sorts: it's a baring of my inner mind. In a way far more vulnerable than my unclothed body.

Enjoy.


My neck is screaming. Eyes, straining as the muscles in control threaten to give in to uncontrollable spasms. But I can only stumble blindly forward, face tilted to the heavens (hells?) in search of guidance—any sign, any hint, any hope.

Clouds swirl like clutching vines around my weary feet as the dull brick walls, twisting and turning, hover just out of reach above me—no solid path to follow, just stubborn perseverance and exhausted automation.

Suddenly, from nowhere, the mist coalesces and I stumble, falling to my knees in the skies then rolling, defeated, to my back: the condemned soldier. My head lolls from side to side and my breath pitches forward in humble mimicry of body’s fall. Horror, sheer and raw, threatens to overpower me, reducing my will to nothing more than the mewling of a starving kitten as it chases the ever-retreating teat.

Labyrinth.

HNT: Beating the Heat

It's been so HOT here lately, all I've wanted to do is strip down and sprawl underneath the ceiling fan. So... I did just that.

Happy HNT, all. :)

HNT: Better Late Than Never!

Am I right?

And yes, I am a sharps freak. Needle, knife, whatever - if it's sharp, gimme gimme gimme!

Happy Thursday y'all.

HNT: Twitter Meetup in the PNW

If you follow me or @ButchtasticKyle on Twitter, or you read Kyle's blog, by now you know that M and I got the opportunity to meet the illustrious Cowboy Butch last weekend.

How did it go, you ask?

Well, readers, let me show you!


Yep, not only was I introduced to Kyle, but I was introduced to his railroad-mark-leaving studded leather Belt of Doom. But don't let the name fool you - it was actually quite a lot of fun.

In fact, that belt and I may need to get further acquainted.

Happy HNT y'all!

HNT: Tied

Sorry, had to get creative with the cropping so that people whose permission I do not have won't be pictured here. Hence the size. Ah well - shaddup and admire my ropeyness and cleavagey goodness!

Blog post forthcoming... er, whenever I think of something to write that doesn't come across completely full of self-pity, completely whiny or completely bitchy. Yeah, it's been one of THOSE weeks!

Happy HNT all!

HNT: Posse Style

If you follow me, Roxy and ButchtasticKyle on Twitter you will know exactly what that title means and exactly how entertaining it was to take and post this week's HNT. :D

Unbelievable though it is, this shot is entirely accidental. I was holding that cloth up against the closet to that M would pin it up, but instead he just... took a shot! Annnnd it turned out! Funny how those things work! Oh and pssst: this shot is a clickthrough. Especially if you're Kyle...!

A Shiny HNT

So I'm sure a few of you have heard that I'm a bellydancer, but typically I try to separate my bellydancer side and my kinky side because I don't want to perpetuate that whole "sexual harem dancer" stereotype. But, I can't help but show this off (a) because I made it, (b) because it's shiny and (c) because I should be okay posting this without perpetuating silly stereotypes. ;)

Happy Shiny HNT!

Who's That Creepin' in the Window?

In light of it being one week and one day after my glasses-forsaking LASIK surgery, I bring you:

My eye, unobscured.

Happy HNT, y'all.

A Very Marked HNT

I thought this picture was too wonderful not to share - and who doesn't love a tongue-in-cheek HNT every now and then, huh?



I would say, "Rest assured, that's not my arm," except that while it's not mine, it's M's! And nooo, unfortunately those lovely markings were not from me or J... they were from a 12-week old kitten! See the little reddish specks? Yeah - tooth marks. Kittens may be cute and fuzzy... but they're lethal! ;)

Oh, and all that hassle was over a simple nail trim. *snort* Go figure!

HNT: Perpendicular*

The results of a light caning/knifeplay session done by M on me, with J observing and enjoying the view. The caning I wasn't so sure about, but show me sharps and I melt into a gooey puddle of ooooooh la la, so needless to say this scene ended well.


Also, I discovered something new about myself: those freckles there on the right. :D

Happy HNT!

*Yes, I do realize those lines aren't exactly perpendicular... it just seemed like a good title. I claim artistic license. *ahem*

Going Green for HNT

My first HNT in quite a while! As it's St. Patrick's week, I might as well bring a little green into my HNT.

As an aside, that also happens to be my favorite spot, aside from my lips of course, to be kissed! Anyone care for a taste?

The Un-HNT Post

Well, it's 10:45pm where I am tonight and of course I just remembered that tomorrow is (Half-Nekkid) Thursday, so I attempted a pic. I stripped down, put on my new black fringed top that will be on me for the next play party on Saturday, put on a brand new pair of lacy black boy short undies and plopped the camera in M's hand.

Ugh.

Just... ugh.

It was wrong. I tossed the camera aside in disgust. Pasty, dimply thighs, hunched back, ungraceful hands. What the hell was I thinking? I don't think I've ever felt unsexier in my life. I stripped back down and put on my SpongeBob jammies in frustrated resignation.

M is frustrated too. She couldn't keep her hands off me - almost literally. I kept having to push her away so she'd take a picture, only to have to do it again once she'd snapped the (awful) shot. She apparently thought I was sexy. But how much does that help when I feel like the Michelin Man trying to be a Playboy Bunny?

Oddly enough, though, as I sit here writing this (still in Spongebob jammies!) I'm feeling sexy again. Lord only knows what my hair looks like. Probably not great. The top accompanying those oh-so-couture cartoon pants is an old, faded black tank top. The elastic lining the shelf bra inside the top is about to fall off completely. Any makeup that might have been on earlier in the day is totally gone now. (Anyone else experience total makeup meltdown? It sucks.)

But I feel... comfy. And sexy. Just like I felt pretty sexy earlier this evening in my black track pants and the black v-neck top I had worn to work. Funny how things work.

So apparently I was trying too hard. And that definitely is not sexy, on anyone.

I guess next time I'll get M to take a pic of the jammies, eh?

HNT - getting naughtier!

Happy happy HNT everyone!

My contribution du semaine:

Indeed, that would be my lower abdomen/hips, clad only in brand spankin' new mesh-and-lace undies, with a hint of tattoo peeking through.

I'm really diggin' the hint of curve along the line of my hip. I look like I'm sticking my butt out... but I'm not at all!

And may I just say, I felt SEXEH in those undies. Glad I picked up three pairs - this one, a bright blue pair and, of course, a pretty black pair.

Have a good one!

Half-Nekkid Titties

Also, happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!



See? I am working my way up. First it was a leg - now it's tits in a bra!

It just occurred to me that this is a very interesting picture for me to post due to my dislike of my breasts. I've always wondered about my dislike of my breasts since I tend to quite like the rest of me. It's nothing to do with a dissatisfaction of my female body, that's for sure. Sometimes I almost wonder if it doesn't come from all my years working in the veterinary field, where large teats on a bitch/queen were a sign of her having given birth, which wasn't always a favored thing in my line of work. I've been known to say that I dislike my breasts because I feel like "a bitch in heat," which isn't exactly factually correct, because a bitch in heat does not tend to have swollen breasts. But, as a saying, I suppose it's true enough. My breasts remind me too much of my reproductive organs and what they're meant to do, even though they WON'T be doing what they're "meant" to - ever. I'm only a C-cup, but I'd still love to get a breast reduction someday. I envy Catalina her tiny boobs.

On a brighter note, I originally posted this picture just to show off my pretty new bra! It's pretty basic, but I just adore, adore, adore that twisted ribbon detail in between the cups. And yes, that mark above the left cup (on your right) would be a hickey. M just thinks that's sooooooo hilarious.

Happy HNT everyone!

Happy first HNT, self!

Yes, finally! The inaugural post of my participation in the Half-Nekkid Thursday project. I'm starting out slow and easy - there's plenty of time to get to the juicy stuff!