In 2005 I faced a tough period in my life. I won't go into detail about it because I have moved on. Long story short, my heart, my soul was crushed and destroyed by someone I loved and trusted.

After it was all said and done, I needed to move on but didn't know how.

Well, during that time I met a man. I met another officer from a different department. We hit it off and started a tawdry affair through friendship. It was comforting, easy, we shared common interests like what we face on duty, the venting of it all.............and of course..........sex. Sex, sex and more sex. He had the same appetite....lol

This affair went on for over a year. I truly do not know when it stopped, but slowly and surely, it just started to drift away, and I buried myself into my work, my hobbies, family and traveling.

Flash forward to the funny part. Here it is, 2025. 5 months ago, I received an email Subject line: "Hey there Blonde Fox" (a former call sign from days gone by)

It was him, the man who looked lie Esai Morales. A gorgeous Hispanic man. Anyhoo, I was extremely curious and opned the email. The only written comment was "How are those sexy blue eyes"?

Guess what everyone, my eyes are light green.............hahahhahaha

Ok, back to the funny stuff. I waited a few days to respond because I wanted my comment to be perfect.

I wrote back "I have no clue how my blue eyes are, because they are light green" That is all that I wrote.
He replied to my email the same day that I sent it and apologized for not remembering. He ended the email by giving me his phone number and asked me to call him. I waited a few days and called him while I was on duty writing my EOD reports. We chatted for a minute and we laughed over a few things, our time together 20 years ago, and our jobs. I told him that I was heading out to take a complaint and told him I would call him later that night after work.

Well, I did call him that night, and no one answered. So, I sent a text and simply wrote "I am off duty, so call if you want to chat again.
4 days later he emailed me at 7 p.m. and said hello. The message came from his phone, so I knew he was online. I wrote back, you can call, I am not at work. Surprise, He didn't call.

HHHHhhhhmmmmm? I thought to myself. What's the deal? I thought about it for a few days and decided to text him. But not just any text. A text getting down to the nitty gritty.

"So, tell me something. Since I didn't know or even asked you back then when we first met, honestly, are you married? If we are going to start talking again, I would like open conversations with the truth. Can you handle that"?

I guess he couldn't handle it, because here it is 5 months later and still no call or text. I guess he couldn't handle it.............................hahahahah. I feel fine about it all.
Once a person rips your heart from your chest and walks away as if it was nothing, you can laugh at the above incident. Truly, I laughed so hard for weeks over no replies.

i wonder if he will email me again 20 years from now?

I received a text today. It was from a veteran. Unknown of the gender, but it doesn't matter. The text was "A friend gave me your number, they said you can help. I was in the Army and was wondering if I can call you?'

As a Suicide Interventionist, I knew what it was about. So, I replied right away and told the person on the other end that my phone is always on, and I always answer. Time does not make a difference.

The text was sent at 1300 my time. It is now 1917 my time and no call as of yet. I hope that whoever it was, calls me. It is the sad season for some and for veterans who need someone to talk to, it is a sad season all year round.

To NN Members, if you are reading this and feel down with no hope, call the Suicide Hotline. There are those who can help and find programs that can lend a hand or provide Support Groups in your area.

If you have a sad friend, please reach out to them to see if they are ok. Just ask, just show up, just remind them someone is there for them. A text hello or a text of any kind is important to those who feel lost or forgotten. A phone call for a few minutes does wonders to someone who just needs to hear a voice.

Leave the phone on.

Or at least not let words pop out of my mouth.

In my profession there are times in which I have looked at one of my partners and thought "I wonder what they look like under that uniform"

Well, a new commander was appointed to my unit and OMG! was he effing fine as hell! Let's emphasize FINE AS HELL. I knew eventually the shock of his looks would go away; they usually do when you start to think of the men around you as brothers.

But until then, I enjoyed the view.

Then it happened. I couldn't keep my words from popping out. I was walking down the hallway of the department, and he was walking in front of me by about 12 to 15 feet.

That day the weather was unusually warm due to the air conditioner being down.

He had no idea I was behind him. He said "Damn, I'm hot"

I said, (which I thought was in a low voice) "Yeah, you are"

Well, it wasn't low enough, because he turned around and said "Did you say something?

My reply was "Yes, Sir......I said we all are"

He gave me a quizzical look and I couldn't help but giggle.

Suffice it to say, we have had a rather odd working relationship since. Nothing physical. Just winking here and there.

Moral of the story. Don't work with good looking men or women.

I admit it.

I have been a member here for a long time. It is a part of my life and probably will be until I die. A certain (former) loved one introduced me to NN. He has come and gone through the years under different names. I have never left and still remain the same. Even though it has been a long time since I posted a pic or two, I am still here in thought and memories. I even speak, chat and text with some of the members. At times, and it is a lot of time, I see someone on the street, at work, in a store or just passing by, I will think to myself "That person would look good on NN"

NN is not just a website, it is a home to some. It is a place of sexual expression and voyeurism. A place of comradery, comfort and finding friends. You may cum (hee hee, play on word) for the nudes, but after a while, you stay for the friends and how close some of us are and can be. I may not be here as much as I used to be or as much as I want to be, but trust me, NN is always with me.

I look back and remember that my first thought of NN was that it was an odd place. I felt uncomfortable weird and perverted. But after a while I realized that I am perverted and weird.......lol. But there is nothing wrong with that at all. I also remember how much fun that former loved one and I had together on NN. Those are just memories now. Good memories.

Then it was just me creating memories of my own. It was only me carrying on the tradition of this oh so weird, perverted, odd, eclectic, wonderfully erotic, sexually different, wet and wild, orgasmic inducing, titillating website.

NN, you are an amazing site that will be with me forever. Thank you Mr. NN for being there and making me realize the world on personal perversion.

Love to you all. Love to everyone who has the desire to post.

TWL.

A man's penis? Ladies. Men......?

If you see a man with big hands, do you equate that with the size of his dick?
If a man has large feet, do you still equate that with the size of his dick?
Does nationality play a part in your thought process? I mean, come on, we have all heard that Asian men have small dicks, Latin men can go all night long with their dicks, Irish men can't keep up and well, black men.............no need to reference anything in that department.................hahahah. Once you go black...............tee hee. Is the latter true as well? Has anyone really gone back after black?

Truly, how so and why did these myths come about? Plus, have you ever found out that some of these myths were true or untrue?

And speaking of the size of a man's, why haven't women been categorized? You can't say, "Oh, if a woman has small feet, she must have a small pussy hole"

What are some of the myths that have been said about women?


Oh, btw, I have missed all of you.

Whataburger

In-N-Out Burger

Five Guys

FatBurger

I like them all and cannot debate which is the best burger. All I can say, is that it is like sex and whatever mood I am in delegates what I partake in.

Do you have a preference?

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I'm not dead. I am readjusting my life.

I do miss everyone and good lord, when I come back in to see what's up, I want to stay for hours. I miss the fun, the nudity, mingling with old and new friends and flirting.

Stay happy people, stay nude and stay horny.

Love you all!!!

I'm not dead. I am readjusting my life.

I do miss everyone and good lord, when I come back in to see what's up, I want to stay for hours. I miss the fun, the nudity, mingling with old and new friends and flirting.

Stay happy people, stay nude and stay horny.

Love you all!!!

Don't say it in a demeaning, insulting or negative tone.

I am all woman, this is true. I like pretty toes, lovely nails, delicate clothing, soft things, tending house and I prefer it when men open the doors for me.
Everyone who knows me, know that I don't like to nag, I don't have moods during my time of the month, there isn't a jealous bone in my body, arguing isn't in my nature, I don't raise my voice and I cry when my feelings are hurt.


But, on duty I am commanding, outspoken, and forceful. In uniform or at work with men, my gender should not be a factor or come into question standing beside men. It is hard to believe that for as many years I have been on the job, there can still be men who see my blonde hair, boobs and small frame as a sign of weakness and still consider me incapable of being equal.

But here is the kicker. It is so worth it to see the looks on the doubters faces when I show them what for as I keep up with the energetic small dogs. I am considered a Big Dog and will outwork the pups who think that a young age and male gender is all the rage.

I'm still here and I am not ready to be put out to pasture. Off duty I am 100 percent woman. On duty, I am a capable person willing to put all genders aside and get the job done.
The next time one of my colleagues says "Are you sure you can do that, you're not afraid of breaking a nail, are you? I am going to junk punch him.

Is it true?
Christmas is almost here...........................again?

Usually I wait until two weeks before Christmas to start my shopping. This year I started last week.
The recipient of that first gift is my youngest.
It was a mushroom growing kit. The kid can't get enough of them. Soooooooooooooo, since he grows his own food, I thought, why not?

I put me in the mood to do more shopping. So, I have broken my own tradition of waiting two weeks before.

I am a wild and crazy gal!

1. Who has completed their shopping?
2. Who waits until the last minute?
3. Who is just now starting?
4. Who is the Grinch?
5. Who is Ebenezer Scrooge?
6. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Clause?
7. Who already has their tree up?

What number are you?