Starting Over

I was thinking of starting this whole blog over since it's been so long since I've been here to do anything. But after coming and checking things out, I decided that I like what I started three years ago. So, I just got up to speed with the new blogger updates and tweaked what I wanted things to look like. I'm happy with it for now. I'll just see where this goes.

 Have you ever had life punch you in the gut so hard that not only did it knock the breath out of you but it also took everything you thought was possible and stomped it into pieces all around your feet?? Well, that's where I've been for nearly 2 years. I've been stuck in a very dark place, one that I wasn't completely sure I'd ever get out of, nor did I really want to.  Without going into all the "who cares" details, I had given up on almost everything, including my dream of becoming a serious writer. Life was bleak.

Two weeks ago, I lost my job. I have all this time on my hands now, I got out my old notebooks and those old embers began to glow. Our dreams never really leave us after all. Sometimes they get buried in all the bullshit and sometimes they are locked away for a time but eventually we get reminded that there was something we really wanted to do at some point in our lives. Something that puts all the other pieces into place.

So, here I am, back to try this thing once again.  I told someone last week that being a writer is my biggest dream that never dies. As long as we have at least one of those, how dark can it really be?  Starting over seemed the only next step to take but I found so much I already have to build upon. It's not really starting over just taking up where I left off. It feels good to be back!

Long Dry Spell

Yes it's been a long time. I'll give you the short version: computer crashed, husband lost his job, I went back to work, still no computer but I do have a phone again! I hope to be all up to speed shortly. In the meantime I'll write and post what I can from my phone. It feels great being back...even if only partially!

HFFD,
Tarin

Dinner for One

Cooking is so hot to me. The process is erotic and a big turn on. I'm one of the lucky ones...my husband is a cook and cooks for me quite a bit. I love to watch him in the kitchen. What isn't to love about it?? That love for watching him cook and my love of being tied up inspired this story. I wrote it for him and it did its job.

Dinner for One

Tied to the kitchen chair is nothing new. It’s one of his favorite positions for her. Wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back. Breasts tied tight. Ankles and knees tied tight. It was her favorite way to spend the day. The blindfold and white ball gag complete the look; gorgeous.

Tying her up always makes him hungry. She loves to watch him cook; says it turn her on watching him chop, stir, pour and taste his creations. He normally lets her taste too. Tonight he has something else planned. He wheels her chair in place right by the kitchen counter.

She can hear him taking things out of the fridge and washing them in the sink. He begins to chop something on the cutting board; heat travels up her body. She hates not being able to watch but the anticipation is driving her wild.

He very rarely talks when he cooks so his silence now isn’t surprising. He continues his chopping, mixing, cooking. The aroma is delicious. He rarely touches her when she’s tied up at first, so that wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the sudden heat of something being poured over her tied breasts. She could feel its thickness travel down her body. He whispered in her ear, “First course.” He began licking the liquid from her breasts. Then using a spoon he ate from the spot between her legs where it had pooled. “Mmm, my soup has never tasted so good.”

She was so turned on she could barely sit still. Expecting to be fed as well, she was startled when he said, “Second course.” Something hot was being served onto the top of her breasts. She felt the fork prick her flesh and then the pain as he twirled the pasta. She was moaning wanting him to pinch her nipples, pay attention to her throbbing clit. “Something, do something!” She screamed in her head.

As soon as that thought was in her mind she heard a familiar sound; whipped cream being sprayed out of a can. Suddenly he took off the ball gag and started pushing his whipped cream covered cock into her mouth. “Dessert,” he moaned as she hungrily devoured him.

He had planned on feeding her the entire meal as well but eating his dinner off her tied up body was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it anymore. It didn’t take long for him to come down her throat. Licking her lips, she asked, “So, do I get to eat now?” “No,” he said as he replaced the ball gag. “This was just dinner for one.”

HFFD,

Tarin

Man Candy

Where was this yummy morsel when I was looking for some man candy for AT's contest last week?? Is it warm in here...quick someone splash me with some cool water.

HFFD,

Tarin

Cruisin' Again

I am in the middle of so many deadlines right now my head is spinning! Have I bitten off more than I can chew? No, I'm just not used to having multiple deadlines. If I'm ever going to get published, the only thing to do is to keep writing and submitting, right?? Anyway, I thought I'd share my story that I wrote for Alison Tyler's "boat" contest.

Fantasy Cruise

People were everywhere. Couples were sucking and fucking. Some were tied to various pieces of furniture or railings. Others were being spanked, paddled and whipped. The sounds alone were enough to blow the mind. The natural movement of the ship on the waves added an ethereal quality to the whole scene. The warm sea air was like a drug.

A glass box with a chair inside was set up in the middle of the common room. A crowd had gathered around it. There she was tied to the chair. He stood taunting her with his hard cock. He slapped it against her face; barely pressing her lips apart he teased her. Finally he grabbed her head and forced her mouth to take him. The teasing was over. Her eyes rolled back as he pumped faster and faster. He came. She smiled and looked toward the door as the next one in line entered to take his turn.

As I stood watching my wife’s fantasy being fulfilled, someone was standing behind me fulfilling mine.

I will have more stories to share later. So many ideas, just not enough time in the day!

HFFD,
Tarin

Dreamy What??

I am not kidding. We have a new restaurant in town called Dreamy Weiny!!!!! Now doesn't that sound appetizing? Of course my mind goes, well you know where it goes.....and I thought it sounded more like a salon where men could go for waxings! Don't they all want dreamy weinies??

HFFD,

Tarin

Madness

Does the madness never fucking end?? I was up all night last night....no, not doing a few of my favorite things....with a toothache! I took pain pills and nothing touched it. I couldn't lie down, so I tried to sit up and sleep. Yeah, like that was fucking happening! So, for the rest of the day I need to lock myself in my room.....I'd rather be tied to my chair......and get some writing done. Ten days left isn't near long enough! I've lost two whole weeks of writing time. I even missed two weeks of contests at Alison Tyler's blog! I fucking hate that. Off to my room....no ropes, no toys, no distractions whatsoever.....okay, I'm going. I really am going!

HFFD,
Tarin