Remodel.

In the next week I’m going to be moving the posts about sex and sexuality to their new home on my other blog. I want to keep personal and work separate! There are younger minds that read “Jaimrie” that I want to keep clean as long as possible.
Plus! With GirlFrisky’s encouragement, I want to become more creative with HNTs! I can’t have that on the PG13 blog, now can I?
I’m hoping to have all this done by next Thursday at the least. I’ve got a test and a mid-term coming up in the week, and I’m already overwhelmed to the max! SO!
Onto HNT… savoureux.wordpress.com.

Appearance.

     I look around the room now. Wondering. Who has the secret sex life? It’s a bit like that scene from “Fight Club” where the narrator snapshots himself through life, highlinging each specific person with the tell tale signs of being in The Club.
     Do we have these signs? If we do, can you tell? Is it a certain guesture,such as curling your hair by the tips of your fingers? Perhaps it’s a manner of dress. The preference of pants over a skirt that could be blon up by the wind to show bright welts from a cane.
      Would the scantily clad woman mind a session of anal sex, or is it the man in the conservative suit that has his anal plug already in? At his Mistress’ command, maybe. What about the mo eddeminate boy? Is emo his versio nof Luther Vandross? Does the black man in the back row really prefer a juicy ass?
     defining sexuality by appearance is often a hit or miss situations. Rarely does the bedroom match the person we see everyday. Is it that our morality keeps us quiet, or do we want to keep the air of mystery to sex that keeps it so exciting? Many people wear their sexuality on their sleeves, but do you ever wonder if they’ll fill their sexual cup faster than most?
      I do. I wonder what my badge of honor for this secret club looks like.

HNT and Valentine’s Day.

HNT and Valentine's Day Photo All Wrapped Into One.

 

     I know I promised three photos, but the to-do list overwhelmed me. However, I figured one of my favorite pairs of underwear melded together the new tradition of Half Naked Thursday and this weekend’s Valentine’s Day nicely.
     I still have a ton of things going on this weekend, but I got invited at the last minute to the Slipknot concert of which I could not pass up. I’m just getting home, (Oh, baby, ) after hitting the hotel some time Friday. It’s one of my favorite hotels not only because of how pretty it is, but because atriums always make me happy since they’re attached to joyous early childhood memories. This one also happens to house a pretty famous sports bar around these parts and is conveniently attached to the arena where the concert was being held. No cold weather clothing necessary! Three outfits and an abundance of lacy things. I do so love my underwear. You never know when someone will see what you’re hiding underneath, and I definitely planned for my inner bad girl to show them off.