retprintmodel's Blog - page 2

I have been soooo busy lately that I haven't been keeping my gallery up, so forgive me.
I'm going to respond to some general questions from my "inbox"

Yes... Jaxback owns me...and I will not have any side play without his express permission.

Yes... I am bi. This works so well for a multitude of reasons.

I am indeed new to this quite liberating type of sexual expression, even having been in both types of relationships, I was pretty "vanilla"

I am not fond of being called a "whore" so if you expect a response to your comment , get your shit together. Just because I put pictures of my pussy on NN doesn't mean that I put up with that kind of shit...lol

I love to try to do "special request " pics...for my boys who love a good foot, I have some new shoes coming....for the requests to get naked in a pool, looking for a pool...lol.. some things Jax will not allow, as they are just for him...but feel free to ask...helps me to keep some variety in my pictures.

I really appreciate the filthy fun and comments, it is a great thrill for me after years of being a stereotypical "good girl" - I get to have fun and be naughty and nasty as I please.

As with all good things, there are the 10 percent set on ruining the fun...I have experienced it and I almost let it run me off. ..

Obviously my inner pervy nature won out...

Besos!

Do as you're told...without being told...
I am spectacular at that. I am a born sub...but I was meant for him.
As if I were custom made to serve him. And as a result, I am his muse.
It was exactly as I said...we cannot exist without one another...nothing works..no one matters.

It was an exceptionally short lived end to something we both know will last forever. Our souls are bound. Only we understand the filthy dirty fucking things we do, are an absolute necessity for us both...

When you connect to your filthy twisted soul mate...you know...
and this...well it will never be over...

And just like that...
I no longer answer to him
He no longer demands anything of me.
I want not to feel anything
maybe to feel liberated...
but I chose to belong to him
I wasn't a captive
I was his...I was special...it WAS something.
And now... it's as if I am lost... like a loosed stray.
I don't know how to feel. I want to fuck the pain away...because it does hurt. I don't feel safe.. protected, desired...even though I know that I may be those things, independently with others...I was all of those things with him.

But...that time has passed. I am on my own and I intend to use my current unattached state to discover the other things that I have left unexplored...

Maybe I will start down that new path tomorrow. Today, I am going to stay in my pjs and cry. Unconventional love.... hurts the same when it's over...

Taking a walk down memory lane looking at old pictures and thinking that I am so much more confident with myself...

It's amazing how much more confident I have become in taking and posting pictures here on NN...

I modeled so it wasn't a mystery that I had a certain "look". The mystery was all of the sexuality that I didn't understand... the way I could feel myself getting wet and excited at the sight of my body in the mirror after a shower... the touch of my own hand along my curves that was so long such a prohibited thing...

When I took the time to discover my own body, to learn to make myself feel good... I was amazed at how my sexuality no longer seemed scary or wrong...

The wet tight grip of my own pussy on my finger as I reached inside myself, and the way my hips rocked gently at my own touch...the way my body felt, how my own fragrance engulfed me when I made myself cum.

I was older than most of my girlfriends when I made this discovery. Quite the late bloomer, not to mention lost in a world of religion, expectation and overall repression. My impression of "Why the Caged Bird Sings" was so different when I learned to let go of all the things that held me back from feeling the things that to me seemed far more natural than a xxxxxx life of "goodie goodie behavior".

Sensuality which was dying to escape. Ideas about pain and pleasure once put away as perversion. Appreciation for the body in each gender and form. These things that I once held in or hid, are things that I am no longer afraid to share and experience. I have a feeling that I won't regret stepping into what was once a forbidden realm of pleasure. Today I will spend time exploring myself and remembering what it was like when I finally let go...

It was supposed to be dinner to catch up with an old friend. We've been friends for maybe 4 or 5 years...and I never realized how much I avoided the fact that secretly, I always wanted to fuck him.
As usual, I was running late. Sometimes I take my dressing ritual way too seriously, and I end up with my fingers in the depths of my own delicious wetness. That is never conducive to timeliness..
I walked into the restaurant, late wet and excited for more than one reason. I saw him sitting at the bar waiting patiently...laughing because he knows that I am always late. I bet he would be suprised if he knew why.
We decided to move to a booth and order some food and my usual martini. We started to catch up and midway through a sentence, I felt his warm huge hand squeeze my thigh. Before I could help myself, I slid his hand up to my drenched pussy. Keeping watch and trying to control my breath as he worked my hot, wanton, wet and naughty pussy...wondering if anyone besides the busboy noticed. Not as though I cared...
Needless to say, I hurried and picked at my food, anticipating the nights activities would be even more delicious...

Some men stick to schedules. I have been penned in for another visit...next week. Sweet torture. I trust he's keeping me waiting on purpose...

I can't stop myself some days...is it wrong to see yourself in a way you haven't before and allow it to turn you on? To touch yourself, looking at pictures of what initially felt like someone else?

I never realized what a pretty pussy I had. I spent far too much time only touching it in the dark, not really looking at it as my fingers explored... then I saw it on the screen. I discovered the side of me that was never allowed to play. Good little girl who's skirt was always the perfect length, and the nuns adored her.

What a surprise that I actually enjoy being a voyeur...looking at others and myself, wondering who would taste the best and who I'd
fuck given the chance...I don't think I a so uptight anymore...and I absolutely love it...