Well damn, I got moderated again. I was enjoying the whole naughty breaking the rules feeling, now what, tear off mattress tags, speed, eat food past its best buy date? Oh, who am I kidding, I already eat food past its best buy date and speed.
For those that don't know me already, I am basically your average everyday middle aged rural chick. I am in my 40s, married, a mom to a 1st grader, a career woman, a computer geek. I am just the everyday mom next door coming home from work, chasing her chickens into their coop, and making a quick and easy dinner for the family. Well, except for a couple of things. I love trying new things and having new experiences. I enjoy being totally dorkilicious, pushing the boundaries of the status quo, and a long time exhibitionist in one form or another. If something seems like a crazy idea, I’ve probably been there and done that. Like Dad always said, if it ain’t trouble, it ain’t fun. Feel free to ask me questions and just discuss random shit here, I don't bite (hard). Funny is always preferred and everyone is welcomed.
Common questions are why my user name and why I’ve come to lit. They are greatly intertwined. I originally created an account to write (which will actually never happen). I am not a writer, I don’t have much of an imagination. I thought I could share some non-fiction from my life though and in doing so relive and feel the experiences I was writing about. I also really wanted people to understand my perspective of those stories. That would be stories from a chick who is just another cliché that you see everywhere. I was trying to get across the desperate housewife syndrome aspect, but saying housewife would be minimizing housewives as at least I have a soul sucking corporate job where adult interactions may occur. I used to be a bit of a wild child, the first person who yelled road trip, and always marching to the beat of my own drummer. However, I put a lot of myself in a box on the shelf in the back of a closet and traded it in for a family. I am like all the other women at Target. You see us everywhere,, but especially Target. We are rocking our yoga pants, the housewives yoga pants might actually be on day 3. You ask us what our hobbies are, and you get a blank look like we don't understand English. Clarify with what do you like to do, and still the blank look. Why? because it has been so long that we have forgotten. We lost ourselves and have no idea when. We just deal with responsibilities. We go to our jobs or deal with the kids, take them to their activities, cook meals, run errands, and clean on weekends. If we can steal some time once every three months to see a friend, it is combined with household supply shopping at Target. We might bring the kids, because if we don't, we haven't even arrived before a husband is texting about how long it has been or something about the kids. Anyway, Target, we talk about what the kids are up to, then the husbands, if we both work, we talk about work, then maybe a TV show...then what. My friend and I make up ridiculous stories about those around us. We have already shared our old stories, and we don't have much new. That is the cliché I was implying. What I am desperate for is new experiences.
Also, side note, guys looking for chicks, have you tried Target? Seriously, It is full of painfully bored women looking to take home something they totally don't need just for something new, different, and exciting to do. Might be a good place to look.
I come and go from Lit from time to time. Know that I am fine. I do this because it turns me on. Sometimes I am just not in the mood. Every couple weeks, it would actually be better if someone tossed a chocolate bar at me, than ran away while checking “fed spawn of Satan” off their to do list. I also have a life, a career, family, and friends. I don’t always have time to be here. When people start saying things like I hope you are ok or acting worried, when I read it, I feel a little guilty. Then I am immediately hit with it is completely assine to feel guilty about not flashing strangers on the internet. Then I am annoyed I felt a pang of guilt. So for fucks sake, do not worry about me, I am fine, I am always fine. If I am gone long and you must worry, worry about my FedEx guy, my UPS guy, and my mail lady, because they are getting hammered as I am probably internet shopping during down minutes if not internet perving.
****Warning**** viewer discretion is advised. You will get things like cow punning, dad jokes, raunchy videos, and just some really bizarre shit. I am overly verbose (obviously). I swear like a sailor. I drink like a fish. I am not really lady like. If you are looking for a reserved, classy, refined chick, move along now. I am a Klassy with a K kind of chick.
Now to catch you up.
My first thread
My second thread
My most current index covers up to page 37 of thread 2 (thanks Fred), after that, if you want more nudity, you are stuck sifting through my randomness
My third thread
Here are a few of my favorites since joining lit
my first indecent picture
my first indecent video and the picture that spurred it (I didn't originally intend to make a video, just wanted to take a couple racy pictures)
don't we all like to watch some crazy middle aged chick finger herself
nude in my work cubical because awesome that I totally got away with it
yes I can lick my own nipple
Even while I am at work
I am a big wine fan
I enjoy being silly
I also love shopping, especially for slutty clothing with a bit of an edge
And almost all of my pictures and taken discretely in closets and bathrooms and that is how I have to roll.
Thanks for viewing, I do love sharing.
Lovely!