so I lost my camera in the Yukon.
and my exboyfriend lent me his digital camera before breaking up with me... so, being the charitable ex that I am, I decided to use his camera to take pics for NN. also, there are some pics on there that I took specifically for him but now they are for you!!!

so I went to the "photos" page to upload some.

I looked at some of NN's recent offerings.

and that's when I realized... I dearly miss the days when we could downvote a gross, creepy or downright bad picture. I sure did take it for granted. now I regret being one of the people who petitioned NN to take it off. my eyes are scarred forever D:

my boyfriend abruptly broke up with me because essentially he had this raging jealous fit and accused me of cheating on him with a friend of mine (even though I didn't). so now I am single and will probably end up posting my tits on the internet again, who knows.

two links of interest, regarding jealousy and emotional abuse:
[url]http://www.avclub.com/articles/savage-love,17057/[/url]
[url]http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=578182[/url]
the first letter of each column is especially pertinent to my situation.

how's it going!!!

I'm pretty happy with life. it's springtime! it's a lot colder than it was last year, but still really nice. it's around 4am here and the sun is already coming up... and I see like 28453829 bears each day, craziness!

I'm not as enthusiastic with small-town life anymore. I thought I would be able to handle it, but it's getting to me. it's mostly the way everyone is all up in each other's business. no one has anything better to talk/think about than what their neighbour is up to. no one has anything better to do, so the slightest things become cause for huge concern. my life is mostly drama-free but only because I keep to myself a lot and leave town almost every weekend to visit my boyfriend.

on that note, things are really great with him. I know with my last few entries, back in October and November, I was wondering whether I was really in love with him or whether I was merely in lust. the words "I love you" kept bubbling up on my tongue but I was trying so hard to not express them because I was scared. well, I'm happy to report that after that entry I wrote on October 5, I got the nerve to tell him how I felt.

it's been gravy ever since. we both have strong personalities so sometimes it gets challenging. I think the best is that we both consciously choose to act lovingly towards each other. he is truly kind, strong, compassionate, and self-aware, more so than anyone else I've ever met. the communication in our relationship is amazing as he's really intelligent, perceptive and articulate. he speaks his mind about what he wants instead of just assuming I'll figure it out. resentment has no place in our relationship. the sex is amazing, because of communication, his enthusiasm, playfulness, and super high libido -- higher than mine!!! he doesn't take himself too seriously and isn't afraid to be silly. and finally, he's dead sexy. seriously, he's amazing to look at.

I am so lucky.

the best part is that, at a point in the not so distant past, I was worried I would never reach this again. I thought I could never again love someone fully, and that I would never meet someone who satisfied me, and that I would never experience that intensity of feeling. and here I am, feeling it in abundance and knowing it is the healthiest and strongest relationship I've ever been in.

there's a depth of love and feeling that I never thought possible. but there is also just a pure goodness and kindness that comes from him being simply amazing! like, he is just a really good person. integrity is really important to me, and he has that. he is totally about personal growth and becoming a better person at every turn. he is not afraid to admit when he is wrong and take real, tangible steps to fix things when he's screwed up. just knowing there are really people out there -- people who AREN'T just about manipulating and misusing others to get what they want, people who aren't clueless or cowardly or cruel -- it makes me so happy to be in the world.

and he has a really really nice cock. you should see it. seriously, it's a porn-worthy cock. I tell him all the time, but he already knew that before I came along.

so anyway, I'm happy and sexually satisfied, but that's not what I haven't been on NN. I think I wrote here before that I've been spending a bunch of time on fetlife. there are a few nuances to sexuality and to my relationship that I find are either beyond the scope of NN, or aren't openly discussed, or discussed in a way that doesn't do anything for me. but I have definitely missed NN, too. mostly because I miss blogging... and the hilarity of the forums. but there are a few people here who are dear to my heart. fetlife ain't got nothin' on that. so, here I am.

y'all almost got really lucky last weekend.

my boyfriend broke up with me last weekend.
my first thought was, "wtf noooo!"
my second though was, "he'll never replace me."
my third thought was, "how am I gonna replace HIM? more specifically, his dick."
my fourth thought was, "well, I might as well post some pictures of my pussy on NN again."

but then we got back together.


I miss you guys

hi naked friends,

I'm sorry to have been away so long. the thing is, I've been feeling kinkier than usual lately. so I've been spending a lot of time with my screwed up brothers and sisters over at Fetlife. ever since I posted pics of myself peeing on NN back in 2007, I knew I was no longer fully in the realm of normies. as time went on, I realized I'm a bit of a kinky bitch. NN helped me find this aspect of myself, but lately FL has helped me grow it.

it helps that KG is very openminded -- I feel like I can allow ideas and fetishes to grow and develop instead of trying to quash them before I get a chance to experiment. he's just very sexual, as am I, and both of us are pretty committed to fostering an exciting and accepting sexual environment. because of this, we keep discovering things that turn us both on (see the entry about feet I wrote last month).

he does have some regular-guy turnons. like today, I went for coffee with a friend who has lesbian tendencies, and his first question when I got back was, "omg, did you lez out!?!?" I asked him how he would feel if I really did make out with her and he said, "I don't know, but there would have to be pictures." is there a threeway in my future? I THINK MAYBE!

so I am no stranger to coworker crushes. it happens almost everywhere I work. I've only fucked a coworker once, but usually I leave it alone. this year, I have TWO coworkers I wanted to fuck but luckily I snagged a man on whom I can work out all my sexual tension.

there's a 3rd coworker, one we'll we will call Scott. Scott and I used to work together down south a few years ago, but I didn't take much notice of him. I always thought he was too macho to be of much interest. then we both ended up working in the same place this year, a tiny town waaay up in the northwest, over five thousand kilometres away from our hometown. he happens to be my neighbour also, so I see him often.

once everyone discovered we'd be working together, all our old coworkers and friends from back home assumed we would hook up. you see, I am a bit of a slut. and he doesn't even try to hide it; he's a HUGE manslut. but he's not my type. I don't really go for natural blonds. I like em tall, dark, and hairy. and I need to have an intellectual connection to a guy before I want to bang him. Scott is a good guy, but we don't have anything in common.

lately though... lately I have been having dreams about him that make me wonder.

the first one happened a few weeks ago. I woke up so hot for him that I was actually worried about going to work lest things get awkward. I always feel like the object of my sex dreams will somehow know by my body language.
incidentally, the sex dream happened after we had perhaps our first REAL conversation... one that didn't involve how many broads he banged or how many fights he's been in or how many guns he has in his collection.

then last night... TWO dreams!
these were probably inspired by the other night, when some friends and I went to see him after a night at the bar and he opened the door wearing only a t shirt and some boxer briefs. and yeah, I was definitely checking out his package. I can't help it. back south they used to call me The Ballwatcher.

the first one involved a lot of random shit that made no sense, as is usually the case with my dreams. but then I was in this giant empty stadium with Scott, and we were kissing and fondling each other. I was wearing shorts and he was wearing regular pants, but he unzipped his fly... the shorts were wide-legged and we were able to hike up the hems so my pussy was exposed through one of the leg holes and he fucked me that way. in the dream his cock was very short, thin and tapered like a finger... normally not enough to satisfy me, but in the dream it made me horny!

now this happened to me in real life, not with Scott of course but with my first serious boyfriend when I was 16. I was wearing a pair of blue shorts and he was wearing jeans, and he was lying on top of me, screwing me on the couch in my basement. my little brother came downstairs and thought we were just making out because as far as he could see we both had our pants on...! this guy's cock was far far bigger than Scott's dreamcock, so I suppose it would be easier to maneuver in that situation. the best part about it was the relative surprise of it. it was so sudden and sexy!

so anyway after the Scott dream I went back to sleep. but then I had another dream. this time Scott was naked and standing in front of another man who was also naked, this one slim, muscular and dark haired. I couldn't see the other guy's face though... I was focusing on their cocks, of course. both cocks were nice sized and so hard they were standing straight up. the men were standing very close, almost touching, and rubbing their cocks against each others' pelvises. the idea of the two cocks sliding against each other, two hairy ball sacks pressed together, two cock heads mingling their precum... it was too much! I woke up and was so horny I was trembling and had to cum immediately.

later I went to work to pick something up and was so, so relieved that Scott wasn't there! somehow the idea of him as a gay or bi man experimenting with another man is the hottest idea I've had in a few months. there were a couple rumours going around about him back down south, and I suppose that's where I got the idea from. I won't lie, if Scott ever invited me over I might consider it, but only if he had another man friend there with him!

am I in love?


or just addicted to man pheromones and cock?






or both?

I am such a lucky girl.

life has been going my way just lately. I have an amazing job with tons of benefits (and LOTS of flexibility and time off) in an amazing town. I know that to other people my town is basically a hole, but I find it fascinating and the natural scenery is beautiful. I've been on like four big road trips in the last six months, which is my favourite thing to do! I have a loving family, great coworkers, supportive friends and a hot and sexy boyfriend who treats me well and sexes me even better. I'm a healthy, happy 25 year old girl.

now if only I could quell my sudden fudge cravings, which seem to have intensified now that I've quit smoking... life would REALLY be grand.

I think we are developing a foot fetish in each other.

for the last year or two I have been noticing feet more. clad in nice shoes, especially, and sometimes socks and stockings. beautiful feet began to interest me in more than just an aesthetic way. shoes brought me quiet joy in the way they adorned my feet. my first pedicure I got sent me into spasms of ecstasy.

so when he offered to rub my feet, I was intrigued.

I'd always been concerned/confused about footjobs. I assumed it was like a handjob, but with feet? it always seemed a bit ridiculous to me, the way golden showers once did. but then we met up after a month of being apart and I greeted him by bringing a socked foot up to his crotch and rubbing his hard cock under the table, sitting across from him, smiling as he gasped.

I want to watch him cum all over the soles of my feet and my painted toenails. is that wrong?

I fingered my wet pussy to orgasm while wearing a pink silk thong. I made sure to document this with my digital camera. I sent him eight or ten pictures of my pussy in various degrees of ecstasy, being fingered, rubbed, spread and teased. then I pushed the thong up inside me so the delicate transparent fabric would soak up my juices.

then I put it in a ziploc bag and mailed it to him.

he was surprised. and pleased! he said, "I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who sniffs panties, but..."
another convert!

he held them in his hand, draped them over his face, put them in his mouth and then rubbed them with his cock, all while on the phone with me. I love the idea of the silky fabric pulled across the shaft and over his huge cock head as he strokes himself. and I absolutely adore the idea of watching him cum into them. particularly if I get to wear them afterward.