HNT~Tropical Lace

It’s frigging cold up here in the Northeast (though I admit today was warmer at 44* than it’s been in quite some time!)…and we’re not ready!

Okay, *I’m* not ready.

Places north of us have snow. ON the GROUND. *shivers* We didn’t have much transition, nor any true Autumn up here. It stayed warm and lovely right up until Halloween when the temps plummeted–and haven’t warmed much at all until today, of course, when I wanted to whine just a bit about the chill.

But it’s warmer, so that meant break out the tropical colors, and put a little sizzle into what was a dreary, cold, f-ugly week. It must’ve worked too, because the sun came out! First time in days ‘n days. I guess it’s okay if I take some of the credit for the Sun shining, if he came out to see boobage, right? *laughs* Happy HNT, pervie peeps!

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HNT Fun Camera Effects part 2

I’m not a photographer…words are my ‘medium’…but I’ve really been having fun playing with some of the options on my phone’s camera. To a “basic tit shot” picture, I added some “grain”, pulled out the color, and ~voila~

black n white…..a gritty black and white photo. This reminds me of a newspaper picture from the ’40’s doesn’t it? (not that I was around in the 40’s mind you!)

Or maybe a titty mug shot?

LOL!

Happy HNT.

 
I think I’m the very last HNT person on the naughty web…many are doing Boobday on Friday. . . however, any day is a good day for titty flashing, right? 😀

 

Very Pictoral HNT ~ A Visit With Master

A week before we met I got a wild hair.

Walking through the mall after my pedi, I came upon one of those jewelry booths. Now, I’ve had 3 piercings in my ears before, long ago, but the third hole kept closing. I decided on the spot that I’d give it a go again. And while hemming and hawing over which earrings I wanted, I saw these hoops, too. (I also saw a wicked kewl belly ring piercing…a blue-sapphire stone octopus!!! Yes. Tentacles on mah belly. But no. I wasn’t foolish enough to do that. (yet))

And the girl comes over and she says the hoops are for cartilage piercings. Long ago I had my cartilage done but had issues with that, too. And back then they didn’t use hoops to pierce with.

But they do now.

😀

earringsI did NOT check with Master first.

This was a total impulse deal. Master had not seen them, other than this photo, IRL. So during our meet? He slaps them. Flicks them with His fucking flicking finger.

Yes.

He did.

He doesn’t hate them. He may even kinda like them, though He did say (and I quote) “You look like a fucking gypsy!” By the end of the evening He seems to have come around to liking them a bit more than at the start of things. Phew!

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He attacked me in the bathroom. Yes. While i was *trying* to get ready! HMPH! Does the Man have no decorum? (Will I die for saying such blasphemy?) I was totally shocked, totally ‘roughed up’, pinched and squeezed and slapped and generally brutalized.

I loved it.

But.

In the bathroom? Isn’t that…yanno…my ‘safe’ zone?

When we were talking the other evening, I told Him that. That I had thought the bathroom was a “safe zone”…His  laughter interrupted my little speech. I frowned at the phone as He laughed that deep, belly-laugh of total amusement.  And maybe I pouted a little bit. The laughter ends, but there is a big smile in His voice, still.

“Oh nilla, there is NO safe zone once we are together.”

“Well, I know, You’ve said in the past,I’m not “safe” once the door is closed and locked–”

“Fuck that! From the moment we walk into the lobby, slut.”

Damn if that doesn’t make me all tingly, too. And it’s true, He has gotten me good in the elevator several times.  He laughs again, then snorts.

“Safe zone? My God nilla.”

I can all but see Him shaking His head at such silly slut ideas.

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Yeah, that’s my right arm and side there. Fucker got me good, He did. This, by the way, was taken as soon as I got home. Yes, these are same day bruises. (I bruise *that* easily, AND He pinches *that* hard!)

There was one bruise on my side that caught my attention just after I took the picture above…

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…do you see it? Master gave me a heart!

Not so many bruises on the tits this time, only from His mouth (only, she says..!)…but remember that OTK (over the knee) spanking I mentioned the other day? OH, that was heady. It’s both embarrassing and a terrific turn on for me. It’s been a long while since I got one, AND a long while since He gave me one that lasted so long. This is the “first night” result…(and maybe a few crop and pink brush bruises dotting the landscape…)

bumNot a bad butt for a 55 year old slut who hasn’t walked in over 4 months. 🙂

And since Master always loves His slut to flash her tits, I shall conclude my little pervie peep show with this:

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HNT~ Fe brrrrr uary 20th

Snow.

More snow.

Even MORE snow.

Yes, that has been life here in the northeast, close to 3 feet of snow in the last 6 days, a snowstorm every day or every other day since last week. It makes me hurry to strip and slide into bed, to nestle beneath my covers before I grab my book and submerge myself into the trek to Machu Picchu …but on this night I grab my camera first, and snap a picture for Master.  Yup…it’s cold outside…but when there’s a slut like me around? There is definitely a warm spot under my covers…. 🙂

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HNT- 70’s Flashback..It’s the tits, man…

Do you remember that expression from the late 70’s? “it’s the tits” was briefly a phenomenon to describe any kewl thing, or something super groovy. (I am not making this shit up. Really.)

But if we flash forward about 30 years, we find out that (at least in MY relationship)…it really *IS* the tits…

It works like this…I send Him pictures like this (at least one titty shot a day, since my Guy is a real tit man)…

 
nipsand later, He gives me tits like this:

bruisyWhen all is said and done?

We’re both purty happy. 🙂

Happy HNT!

HNT– Tentacle Tits

I was going to try to paint an American flag on my boobs–I know Master would appreciate it, and some of all ya’ll…but I just didn’t have the time. I have tons and tons of stuff to get done (Wednesday) and no time for such an elaborate prep. I know, I know. Sad days, my pervie friends.

But on a positive note, a delightful reader (you can out yourself if you so choose–but I’ll keep your name anonymous unless you decide to “decloak” yourself!) sent me a very special pair of spectacular tentacular things…the first being that super neat tentacle door stop that I’d seen quite some time ago…and the second being *perfect* for a tentacular HNT…

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If It’s Thursday, There Must Be Boobies!

Every mid-week, I get a funny little tickle in my tummy. Sometimes it is an “oh gawd what kind of pic can I post that I’ve not already done 100 times” kind of thing, and sometimes it is a “wow, I can’t wait to post THIS one” feeling.

All of it–the planning of the shot, or the planning of text–all are part of a very subtle submission. He told me a long while ago that it must ALWAYS be tits on Thursday, way back when HNT was a pretty new thing for me. The blogger who started HNT actually stopped doing it and when I mentioned it to my Man?

He flatly refused to have me stop.

“I don’t give a fuck. YOU will keep posting tit pix on Thursdays, little girl.”

yeah. 🙂

That ‘little girl” thrown in there adds its own little kick to my pussy–and the fact that this became an order to what had been a fun little past time? Ohhh. *fans face* That just makes it hot for me. He’s demanding a level of exhibitionism that I could take or leave. You can pretty much guess that every Thursday I wake up with a small level of nerves (wondering if peeps are out there saying….”there’s that nilla, showin’ her tits. Again. The little whore. Has she no pride at all, constantly flashing those big tits of hers?”) and a good helping of sex need because I’m doing something He wants more than I do.

Isn’t that fun?!

So for all of you who may roll your eyes and say “oh, that nilla, isn’t she to old to be flashing her girls?” you can skip today, but smile a bit knowing that even if you’ve rolled those eyes of yours, that I’m still sittin’ here all turned on. 🙂

And for everyone else? A bit of a moody picture that I took at bedtime to tweek the Master one night last week when He was ignoring me. Nothing makes Him text back to me faster than tit pix. *grins*

Happy  HNT!

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