TMI Tuesday: June 30, 2020

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Robots & Love



1. Should we be worried about sex robots?
Nah, I think they are great. Sure, some people could get addicted to them or have negative experiences but I think for the most part, a lot of people could benefit from having one. I would love to have one.

2. A humanoid (a life-like robot) that looks like your biggest crush, and acts exactly the way you hoped your crush would act has been created. This humanoid initiates sex, with you. Would you have sex with the humanoid?
Oh, most definitely. I am imagining a Tom Odell sex robot and I would so be into it. If I can't actually have sex with him, then I would settle for the robot.

3. What’s your typical sleep attire?
My birthday suit. I don't wear anything to bed. I feel like I'm choking when I wear a top to bed. The only time I wear bottoms is when I've got my period.

4. What is the most cringe-worthy thing you have experienced in the bedroom?
I was having sex with G and after he finished, he said, "I have a vibrator you can use if you want to finish yourself off." I cringed super hard at that and said, "No, thanks." I couldn't bring myself to have sex with him again after that. I was quite disappointed.

5. Are you satisfied with the amount of after-sex affection (e.g., spooning, cuddling, intimate conversation) you receive? yes or no . If no, how could it be better?
I'm not usually one to need a lot of after-sex affection. Usually, I end up passing out right after. I enjoy cuddling after sex as long as I can sleep while doing it. I like having an intimate conversation before sex, not after.

Bonus: What is your most useless skill?
I know the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. I think I have a memory bank just for song lyrics.

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Kink of the Week: Hands

I didn't realize that I had a hand fetish until I was in my late-twenties. I knew that I was somewhat obsessed with and felt excited by hands. I just didn't really know what it meant. It never crossed my mind until one day, Olivia asked, "Do you have a hand fetish?" Then, it all clicked.

All throughout my life, I have spent a lot of time staring at the hands and fingers of random people. My first memory of this is from when I was a young child, about 8 years old. My mom liked to play solitaire at the kitchen table. I would sit at that table and watch her closely, just getting lost in the movement of her hands as she shuffled the cards and played the game. I could sit there for so long and just be completely content.

As I got older, I started having sexual feelings. In junior high, I would walk around school noticing everyone's hands. Did they look soft? Were they nicely manicured? Were their fingers long and skinny? Were they short and fat? I developed crushes on people who had nice looking hands. I would fantasize about them touching me. Eventually, I got up the courage to ask if I could touch people's hands. I would say something like, "Wow! Your hands look so soft! Can I feel them?" Or, "Oh, your nail polish looks amazing! Can I see it closer?" As soon as I touched them, I was instantly turned on. While masturbating, I would imagine someone running their hands over my body and I would cum so fast. When I started having sex in high school, I quickly realized that the only way I could orgasm is if my partner was touching me with their hand. I had to focus on that hand or it just wouldn't happen. I'm not sure why I didn't question that but it just seemed normal to me.

When I'm in public, I stare at the hands of strangers. I fantasize about those hands. I imagine what they would feel like when touching my body. I think about what they would taste like. I flush at the thought of cumming all over their fingers. This is made worse by people who talk with their hands. I have a very hard time concentrating on a conversation when the person I'm talking to is moving their hands all over the place in front of my face. This has caused some issues in the past where people thought I wasn't listening to them. I just get so caught up in these dirty thoughts and I don't know how to stop myself.

Most of my crushes over the years have been solely caused by the fact that I was into their hands. Throughout the relationship, I stay obsessed with their hands. It never gets old. When I cuddle with my partners, I pet their hands. I run my fingers over the back of their hand and over their palm. I trace their fingers with my fingertips. It calms me and turns me on at the same time. I really like holding hands in public as well.

You may be wondering what kind of hands I prefer. I will do my best to describe what I consider the perfect hands. First, I like them to be feminine looking. They must be soft, not rough. The nails should be neatly filed short (not bitten). I find myself attracted to square shaped nails more than anything else. I prefer the fingers to be somewhat thin and the longer, the better. I also really like when I can see a few tendons or puffy veins sticking up on the back of their hand.

The person who, in my opinion, has the best hands in the whole world is Tom Odell. I have fantasized about that man more than anyone else. He just really does it for me. In September of 2013, I met him outside of a club where he was performing. I shook that perfect hand...with my sweaty palms. Ugh. I've wanted a re-do ever since. I've never gotten my chance.


Tom Odell's amazing piano hands. Photo Credit

So, no matter if it's Tom's hands, Husband's hands, or someone else's hands that I'm into, I just want to be touched by hands all the time. That is my heaven. My hand fetish is quite distracting at times and it can be quite irritating, but I love it. I wouldn't change a thing.

I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock

Well, hello there. Apparently I have been gone for quite some time. I had no idea that three months had passed since the last time I wrote in here. Oh well, I'm here now! Yay?

Anyway, I've been stuck in fantasy land for the last couple weeks. Back in May, I wrote about an artist named Tom Odell. My obsession with him has only gotten stronger over the last five months. I've since bought his first album, which is amazing by the way. I've listened to it so much that I have memorized every song. I don't think a day passes in which I don't listen to at least one of his songs. Hearing his voice brings such happiness to my soul. Everything about him is perfect. Okay, well I'm not a big fan of the fact that he smokes, but I can let that slide.

Alright, I'll get to the point. Last month, Tom announced that he would be touring in the US. I squeed loudly and went to look at the tour dates. The closest place he would be playing was Chicago, which is five hours away from where I live. I tried to find a way that Husband could come with me, but since it was on a Friday, it just wasn't going to happen. So, I talked Trystan into going with me. Since my birthday was the Friday before the concert, Trystan bought my concert ticket and drove me there. During the whole week before the concert, I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was the fact that I was going to be in the same room with Tom. I fantasized like crazy. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to touch his perfect hands. I knew it wasn't likely though. So, I prepared myself for that. I decided that I would be content just to see him on stage and hear him play live. Anything more would be a bonus.

We drove to Chicago, which ended up taking six hours because of the horrible Chicago traffic. Once we got there, we made our way to the club so we could stand outside for three hours waiting for the doors to open. I wanted to be first in line so that I could be in the front row, since it was standing room only. As I was waiting to cross the street in front of the club, I see the drummer walk across the street toward me. Only then did I become aware of the huge tour bus to my right. That's when I realized that Tom was probably in there...so close to me. I gasped but kept my cool. I stood in front of the club, staring at that bus, just hoping that Tom would come out. Then my wish came true. There he was, standing across the street. I turned around to calm myself. I took a few deep breaths and then turned around just in time to see him stepping up on the curb right in front of me. So, I said, "Hello." What?? Hello?? That's it? He returned the greeting in his sexy British accent and then stood next to me. He was smoking, so he had to finish his cigarette before entering the building. All of a sudden, I felt thankful that he smokes. He asked if we were coming to the show and how I found out about his music. When he found out I was thirty, he said, "You don't look a day over 24." Oh my! I melted right there in that moment. I wanted to say, "Oh, well in that case, do you like older women?" But I couldn't decide if that would be too creepy. I didn't think I would be that tongue-tied and star-struck. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't get lucky enough to meet him, so I hadn't fully prepared myself for this possibility. We had a five minute conversation, in which I probably made an ass out of myself. Then, he shook my hand...yes, I touched his hand... *sigh* I wanted to caress his hand when it touched mine. Fuck, his hands are so damn perfect. As I was shaking his hand, I realized that my hands were all sweaty from being so nervous and turned on. Dammit! I shook Tom's hand with sweaty palms. Gah! I was super embarrassed. My face turned red and I wanted to disappear. I felt thankful when he turned away to go inside the club. I didn't even ask for a picture. Ugh. I failed so hard. Where did my confidence go? I thought I was ready for this. Turns out, Tom turns me to jelly and I become a stupid girl. Who would have thought?

When the doors opened, I was the first person inside. I took my place right in front of the piano, lined up just right so that I could see his hands on the piano and see his face while he sings. Best spot in the whole place. The stage was so small that I was only a few feet from his piano. Holy shit. It was fucking amazing. I suffered through the first band, praying that they would be done soon. I couldn't wait any longer. When Tom came out, my breath caught and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. He sat down at the piano and started playing. I was in heaven. I wanted that moment to last forever. Unfortunately, they only played for an hour, but it was an amazing show. They had a couple jam sessions that were not planned at all. It was great. I couldn't stop smiling.

After the show, I waited, hoping that they would come hang out. I knew it was a long shot, but the slim chance convinced me to stay. I saw the drummer, so I went up to him and asked him to sign a CD for me. We talked for a few minutes and he was incredibly nice. Then, I moved on to the guitarist, who talked a little less, but was still nice. Next, we saw the bassist, so we went up to him. He didn't seem interested in talking, but he did sign the CD for me. After a few minutes, Tom showed up. Oh god, he was perfect. His hair was all sweaty and I just wanted to run my fingers through it...pull his face toward mine...kiss his yummy lips. I wanted him so badly. I wished it were appropriate for me to grab his hand, pull him to a private area and suck his cock. I just wanted to make him cum. I wanted to hear him moan. I have never wanted anything more. I'm sure the heat coming off of my body was insane. I walked up to him and waited patiently for him to finish his conversation with other people. I kept looking him up and down. Those skinny jeans he wears...oh my. I kept staring at his neck. It was so pale and inviting. I wanted to kiss...lick...bite. I would do anything he wanted me to do. He turned to me, so I asked him to sign the CD. Then everyone else wanted him to sign theirs as well. He kept putting the marker in his mouth. I was jealous of that marker. He apologized for putting it in his mouth. I told him I didn't mind. Oh man, he had no idea how much I didn't mind. When he finally finished signing all of the CDs, he gave the marker back to me. Even though that marker belonged to Trystan, I kept it. I couldn't give it back after all that. I finally got up the courage to ask him for a picture. He put his hand on my back. I melted again. I failed at having a decent conversation with him. My mind was so mushy that I didn't know what would be appropriate. I didn't want him to think I was some freak who he needs to avoid. While I may be somewhat obsessed with him, I wouldn't do anything crazy or inappropriate. Well, unless I knew he was up for it. Haha. Besides, how do you say, "I have a huge crush on you and I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock" without sounding creepy?

At that moment, I knew it was time to go. I had to drive the five hours back home and there really was no point of sticking around since I couldn't bring myself to say anything worthwhile anyway. It was so hard to leave. The energy in that place was amazing and I didn't want to leave Tom. I loved being in the same place he was. I was sad to leave, but it couldn't last forever. We walked back to the car and I drove for five hours, fantasizing about Tom, not being able to stop smiling. When I got home, I passed out and dreamed about Tom. And now five days later, I'm still fantasizing about him. I've got it bad. That's for damn sure.

So, that's my story. It was much more exciting than I can convey with words. Here are a couple pictures that Trystan took that night. Enjoy.

Kinky Date Night

Husband and I had a much needed date night on Friday. It had been quite a while since we had been out alone together, so I was super excited. Back in April, I wrote about a monthly kinky meet-up that I had attended. Well, Friday was the night that the July meeting was happening. So, I insisted that Husband attend with me. I think he was quite a bit nervous, like I was the first time. I was hopeful that it would go better since he was with me, but it really wasn't much better. The people there tend to hang out in little cliques, so if you don't know anyone in those cliques, you are kind of an outsider. I'm sure if we both weren't socially inept, we could learn to mingle a little better. Everyone there is super friendly. It just doesn't seem to work well for someone with social anxiety. I did get to see Candace for a while. She showed up about 20 minutes before I had to leave. I didn't get to talk to her much, but any amount of time spent with her is amazing. I also talked to more people this time than last time, so that's a good thing. At one point people were taking turns spanking each other. I was enjoying watching that. A man there also brought some toys in a big bag that he was showing off. The potential for it to be really fun is there. I just haven't found my niche yet. I will continue to attend these meet-ups in hopes that I'm accepted in one of these cliques and feel less anxious. I really do want to get into the kink scene. It excites me quite a bit.

We left the kink event early so that we could attend a burlesque show that was happening nearby. I do so love burlesque shows. Every time I leave them, I am very wet and turned on. During intermission, one of the girls laid on the stage in a bra and panties. They covered her in cookies and told everyone that they could eat a cookie off of her if they put a tip into a bucket. Well, I couldn't pass that up. I picked the cookie that was closest to her crotch and I ate it. It was even a bit warm. Mmmm. I imagined very dirty things while eating that cookie. That was so worth it.

After the show, I got a text message from Jacob. He asked how the night was going and I told him about the people who were giving out spankings at the kink meet-up. He said that he would like to have one of those, so I told him to come over so that I could spank him and he could fuck me. He seemed to be considering it and I was very excited...and then he stopped responding. Apparently he passed out. I got my hopes up that I was finally going to get fucked by that sexy man, and then I was let down. Damn. He did say that he'd like to go out for coffee again soon, so hopefully we can do that sometime this week. One day I will have that fickle man...one day.

When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, Husband came up behind me and told me to bend over the sink. Of course, I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and spanked my left ass cheek. I moaned out in pleasure and then he spanked the other side. He took turns hitting one cheek and then the other, while simultaneously holding me down with his other hand. When he felt content that he had punished my ass enough, he ordered me to go lay down on the bed and wait for him. He added that I was not to remove any of my clothing. As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw that he was getting ready to warm up one of the glass dildos. My clit tingled in excitement.

I laid down on my stomach and waited for Husband to come into the room. He jumped on me, wearing nothing but a kilt. He pulled my skirt up, told me to stick my ass up, pulled my panties aside, and then he shoved his finger inside my pussy. He said, "God, you're so wet." He sucked the pussy juice off of his finger, took off his kilt, and then stuck his finger back inside me. He fucked me harder and harder with his finger. Since I have a hand fetish, I absolutely love when he fucks me with his fingers. It turns me on so much. I dug my nails into the bed and he said, "Mmmm, you're getting tighter. I can feel that you're getting ready to cum. I want you to cum all over your panties. Soak them for me." I felt his finger hitting my G-spot, going faster and faster. I pushed against his thrusts, making them more powerful. I was so close that I thought I may lose my mind. I reminded myself not to hold my breath and then let go. My whole body convulsed in pleasure as I gushed all over my panties. Husband moaned and then licked all the cum off of my crotch. He then sucked the cum out of my panties and I giggled.

I thought he was done at that point. Boy, was I wrong. He grabbed the glass dildo, shoved it in my pussy, and started to fuck me with it. He placed his cock on my asshole as he continued to fuck me with the toy. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his other hand. Having all three of those spots stimulated at the same time was driving me wild. I started to breathe heavier and he said, "My pre-cum is all over your asshole. I want to stick something in it." So, he did just that. He slowly inserted his finger into my ass and then continued to fuck my pussy with the toy. With every thrust of the toy, my ass was also being fucked by his finger. I felt my clit getting so close to cumming. I was so wet that his fingers were gliding across my clit in such a silky way. It felt so good. I tried to hold back the orgasm, but it was no use. I moaned out in pleasure and came so hard.

Husband spanked my ass a few more times and then shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me very hard for a bit, then told me to turn over. As I turned over, he took my panties off and threw them across the room. He spread my legs, knelt over me, and once again shoved his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, my boots still on. He said he needed to taste me again, so he scooted down to my crotch, put my feet on his shoulders, and started to lick my clit while fingering my pussy. I enjoyed that for a while and then told him that I wanted his cock back inside me. He granted my wish. He sat up and started to fuck me once again. I reached down, took my boots off, and then placed my feet on his chest. I angled my body in just the right way so that his cock would hit my G-spot. He fucked me harder as I reached down to my clit and started to rub it. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn't take long before he started to cum. I felt him fill my pussy with his hot man-juice and it brought me over the edge. I started to cum as well.

Afterwards, we both collapsed and passed out. We had to be up in four hours, but it was totally worth it. My husband is so damn hot. Women should definitely be jealous.


On another note, I don't really have time to write about it right now, but I had the most amazing dream about Tom Odell last night. God, that man is perfection. Trystan bought a signed picture of him and framed it for me. He even made sure his hands were in the picture. I may or may not have masturbated while looking at that picture. He has the most amazing hands that I've ever seen. If only I could meet that man, I would rock his world for sure. So many fantasies.

Obsession and Crushes

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