I just couldn't help myself

Your Adult Film Star Name Is...

Spanky Bottoms

What's Your Adult Film Star Name?

Personally, I think that fits well with me. No complaints here about my Adult Film Star Name lol.

Bare back HNT

I thought I would show off one of my favourite things about myself this week. My long hair.
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone!

And don't forget to check out Os to see who else has joined in the HNT fun this week. And check out the mystery girl, and don't forget to click!

Olympics Oopsies

In the spirit of the Olympics, I offer you this.

Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back:

1. Weight-lifting commentator: 'This is Gregorieva from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.'

2. Dressage commentator: 'This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.'

3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: 'I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.'

4. Boxing Analyst: 'Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.'

5. Softball announcer: 'If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again.'

6. Basketball analyst: 'He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.'

7. At the rowing medal ceremony: 'Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.'

8. Soccer commentator: 'Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field.'

9. Tennis commentator: 'One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them... Oh my God, what have I just said?'

What's been happening in my world?

Alright, so not much has been going on here for awhile, apart from us being sick (yawn). It sucks that I haven't been able to post the usual sexy or hot posts about what we've gotten up to in the bedroom, but that's what happens when life (and sickness) gets in the way. Today, I've decided to do a re-cap (aka update) of what's been going on here.


I'm no longer sick (Thank fuck for that!) Unfortunately though, He is :-(

I've managed to score myself a job and I start next week. It's the same line of work that I was doing back home, so no need for stressing that I won't not what I'm doing in a new job (yay!)
It's still winter and it's still cold. However, I think I deserve a pat on the back(or a good-girl spanking *wink*) for giving Daddy topless cuddles a couple of nights ago and naked cuddles last night!

The weight loss has plateau-ed for the moment. I'm not gaining any of the weight that I've managed to shift (I won't say lose again, because that implies I can't find it, and I don't want to find it again lol). So, I'm gaining it, and I'm not losing any more. But that's okay. For the moment I'm quite content with where I am.

Last Friday I went shopping. After buying a pair of jeans after my initial start to shifting the weight (months ago), they are now too big for me (surprise, surprise). So my shopping was designated to finding a pair of jeans that I liked and fit me. This I did with surprising ease. I've always been a large girl, even as a kid. I've come accustomed to going to the 'big' section of clothing stores, hence why I LOATHE clothes shopping! It really is depressing when you're overweight. So anyway, I went into one store (yes, just one) and found a pair of jeans in the 'normal' section (read: non-'big'). They fit great and with room to spare in the waist! If I could have done cartwheels in the dressing room, trust me, I would have! Full of confidence in my new found jeans (in my new found size, which is 2-3 dress sizes smaller than what I was!!), I decided that I was going to splash out and buy a top as well. Found one in red, wasn't sure on the colour on me and opted to go for the black version. (Even though I've gotten rid of such weight, I'm still self-conscious and black is always more slimming, isn't it girls??) And the mention of buying the top leads me to my next update.

Earlier in the week (last week) Daddy and I had been invited out with some of His work colleagues for dinner and drinks on Friday night. Knowing that we were going out that night contributed to me buying the new top. So anyway, unfortunately Daddy was in a fair bit of pain all day and decided not to go, but wanted me to go anyway. I was disappointed that He wasn't coming (part of the reason I bought the new outfit was in hopes that a change of outfit i.e.. something new, might perhaps spark a little naughty fun). But I was still looking forward to going out.

I was the first to arrive (even though I was a little late myself). After most of us turned up (some came later) we got a table and settled in to drinkies and nibblies. Now, this was the first time that I had been out on the town here (I knew we'd head out dancing after drinks); it was also the first time I had been out with His work colleagues without Him (no big deal, they're all lovely women and really easy to talk to and comfortable to be around), but it was also going to be the first time that I had met a few of them (nerves starting kicking in a bit when I found out *after already being there* that people were coming that I didn't know). No need to worry though, got along with all of them great. I was the youngest, probably by about 20years, but it didn't even occur to me until the day after.

So I got to know them all a bit more, on a more personal level, rather than just being the 'girlfriend', which was really lovely. There wasn't an awkward moment the whole night and I had a great time! Couldn't believe how much the price of drinks had gone up since the last time I hit the town though (it had been a long time). I was the second one to leave (getting home just before midnight), as my feet were sore. Only a few years back I used to be able to crawl home after the clubs shut, after dancing ALL night and not even complain. Guess that's a sign I'm getting older huh? Daddy was in bed when I got home, and even though I was back, I wasn't tired enough to go to bed. So instead, I got changed, turned the heater on and played card games on the computer for almost two hours, then I went to bed (and froze my arse off, even though I was fully clothed, with socks and had brought a heat pack to bed with me for some warmth). Was shivering for quite some time before I fell asleep. And the next day I was running on 4hours sleep.

And just for a little extra, here's a couple of jokes that I heard from the girls that night, that I couldn't help but share.


What smells funny?

Clown Poo

Just naughty enough for a kid to get away with telling, but good enough that an adult can laugh at it as well. And the last one....definitely an adult only joke! (I'm laughing just thinking about it).


A woman comes home and find her husband furiously masturbating in the kitchen. She kneels in front of him and gives him the best blow job that he's ever had in his life. After he gets his breath back, he turns to her and says "What the fuck was that? We haven't had sex in over 6months, and then you go and do that!" To which her response was:


"Well. I'd rather clean my teeth than clean this fucking floor again!"

(Surely you're laughing at that one?!)

Have a good one.
Lucy

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Something Different HNT

Hi everyone. Had an early (and very cold start) this morning (Brrrrr!)
Okay, so my pics (so far) have included my legs, my bum (more than once) and a torso (kinda) shot. I thought I would do something a little different today.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Where are you from?

Well, I decided to check my stats and see where all my readers are coming from, based on their country. And the results are in:

56% are from USA
6% from the UK
5% from Greece
almost 5% from my home country (Australia)
4% from Germany
3% from Canada
2% from India
2% from the Netherlands
almost 2% from Ireland
just over 1% from Portugal

And the following countries are all under 1% each (in descending order):
Austria, Italy, Norway, France, Spain, Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, The Republic of Korea, Hungary, Japan, Phillipines, New Zealand, Estonia, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia, Switzerland and Malta. And just over 6% of my readers are in an unknown location (Mmm...undercover spies perhaps? lol).

So that's a total of 26 countries. I'm pretty damn pleased with that. Of course, these stats are only the most recent, which is why your country may not be displayed. If your country isn't shown here and you would like me to know, feel free to leave me a comment or send me an email (his.lucy@gmail.com).

To all my readers across the globe, thank you for visiting and I hope you'll keep returning.
Lucy

Dream a little dream...

I've had some strange dreams throughout my life, but they're always at the strangest when I'm sick. I'm never really surprised with how weird they are, that was until I woke up this morning.

Can a dream get any weirder than this? I think not.

All I can remember is that I was in a cage with a male Gorilla. There was another person in the cage with me and someone outside (I think the caretaker or keeper maybe). The gorilla was taking an interest in me (I presumed because I was the only female). At some point I took my top and bra off and this is where he took much more of an interest and was fascinated with my breasts, in particular my pierced nipples.

I cannot say that the dream went any further than this because this is all I can remember. But again, this is, by far, the strangest dream I've had.

Perhaps this is my subconscious telling me that it really is too long since I've had sex. Or maybe my inner child is just overdue for a trip to the zoo :-) Who knows?

HNT is a no-goer

Hi everyone.

Sorry to disappoint, but HNT in this household isn't going to be happening this week. Still sick. I've had a bit of nausea pop up today as well as the (continuous) sniffles and after having a snooze earlier my face feels puffy. To top it off, I'm pretty sure I was running a temp before...given that I was cold and shivering, but sweating at the same time. Back to the doctor this afternoon, probably for more drugs maybe. God it'd be nice to wake up just one day and feel half human. Oh god, am I going to be happy when that day comes.

Hope you're all feeling better than we are at the moment. And even though I'm feeling like shit... Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Pondering my (pierced) navel

I've been doing a fair bit of thinking lately (which is not totally unusual for me at all) and my mind has wandered to couples living together. Years ago, when I was a teenager, I remember listening to adult conversations (both in real life and on tv and in movies) and how the women would always complain about how the man never put the toilet seat down. I sat on this (pun unintentional I swear), and thought about it for awhile. And I still think about it from time to time (as I have done recently). And the conclusion I've come to??

I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?

Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf

Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.

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On a slightly different note, I've been smiling a fair bit lately, and this morning was no exception. I was at the Chiropractor's and as he was manipulating my muscles and sore joints he said "Now you'll let me know if I'm pushing too hard and hurting you, won't you?" I smiled (inside my head) and managed to say (without giggling) "Well, what with all the piercings and tattoo's*, I can't really complain can I?" While thinking to myself "You've got no idea what pain does to me!"


* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).

The way to a man's heart....

Well tonight I've got a nice dinner all planned for us.

Main:
Chicken Kiev and Chicken Mignon with mashed potatoes, pumpkin, steamed corn, carrots and beans.

Dessert:
Fresh local strawberries topped with thickened cream and icing sugar.

It should be very nice. And do you know why I'm doing this? Just because. Just because I love him and just because I can. What better reason is there?