Arrrghhh, now show me your booty!

Don't you just love a corny pun? No? Shut up. 

This concludes the costume series. I hope you enjoyed it! 

Happy Halloween all. May your candy be sweet, and your evening sweeter. 

Now get offline and go do something sexy! 

Bad fairy

For some reason, we never got a good shot of this one from the front. 

Can I get you a beer, Sir? Something else perhaps?

sexy cliche

Another costume to celebrate Halloween week for you lovely readers.

However, in the interest of full disclosure I must tell you that this is from a few years ago and my ass is now a couple sizes larger. Sigh. But its still very spank-able, so there is that at least.

Also, in potentially sexy weekend news, Mr. Man and I met a local couple from a swinger site for drinks last night. I'll recap that new development as soon as I get time.

xoxo,
Bella

I'm an angel. No, really.

In honor of my absolute favorite holiday next week. I'll be doing a series of costume posts. You'll recognize these if you've been reading Bella for a while, but hopefully you won't mind the repeats.

Boo y'all!

xoxo,
Bella

Today's purchase

Two pairs of sexy stockings and one shiny pinwheel.

Get a grip.

pointless crap

Sleep is not coming. Not because I'm not tired. But my head is full of swirling sexy things. It is true what they say, the more sex you have, the more you want it.

Work totally blew chunks today. I was taken completely off guard in a meeting and rendered speechless and pissed. I don't like to talk about my job here, but damn, I'm so irritated.

The little one got invited to a fellow classmate's birthday party today. Unfortunately, it was not a birthday party for Hot Dad's kid. Did I mention that Hot Dad is married to Hot Mom? It isn't often that I find myself equally attracted to BOTH persons in a couple, but these two have caught my eye. I'm sure I will continue to lust from afar though. Boo to that.

Wow, I sound like a total creepster there don't I?

I'd seriously consider taking a "sick" day tomorrow if not for the fact that I have a prior personal commitment that makes playing hooky impossible.

Oh, and Jake keeps popping up on Facebook just to taunt me, I know it. And the more he ignores me, the more I want him. Its ridiculous. I am better than that. I don't have to pine over someone who doesn't desire me back. It just gives me flashbacks to high school when I so wanted a certain boy or two that didn't return my amore. Scarred for life I tell ya.

Go to sleep now you freaks.
xoxo,
Bella

Question of the day

Why does Hot Dad at daycare always talk to me when I look like hell in a five year old ill fitting sweater and no makeup????? I am in love with this man and his hipster wardrobe and shaggy hair. More on him later....

So Friday was kind of fun...

Warning: this turned out to be me rambling. A lot. You have been warned.

Friday was madness in my brain. Hot sexy madness, mind you, but madness nonetheless. It was one of those yummy delicious days where I was so horny* I could NOT stand it. I couldn't stand it so much that I texted Jr. High and ended up having phone sex with him in my car in the parking garage at work. I am losing my fucking mind.

*Sidenote: I loathe the word "horny". It sounds so....so....frat boy. There has got to be a better word for it. One that sounds less like I'm funneling PBR and jacking off to bad porn in a shared bathroom.

Skip this next part if you already know or don't give a shit about the Mr. Jr. High back story...
I've talked about Jr. High here before but here's an overview. I've known him since junior high school (hence the nickname, genius I know), actually before if I think back. We weren't bffs or anything but still friends for years, know each others' families, blah blah blah. Bottom line, he is from WAY back in my "real life". We reconnected on Facebook, as so many of these torrid stories begin. Things got flirty on chat and next thing you know, I'm on the phone with him and we are wanking to each others' dirty talk. He's quite good at it and I will admit to not being too shabby either once I get warmed up. Anyway, I waffle between having fun with him and calling him a huge douche and never wanting to speak to him again. Shut up, I'm a woman, I am allowed to feel these things. I have some guilt about our occasional trysts via phone because he is dating the cutest girl ever (I don't know her personally, if that helps) and she just raves about him on FB. I see this and in my head I'm all like, "oh girl, if you only knew what your man says to me over the phone"... He claims he wants to fuck me for real but this cannot happen. Ever. He's too close to my real life, as I mentioned and those two worlds cannot mix in that way. It could get WAY messy. He doesn't know I'm in an open marriage, so I assume he thinks I'm being shady on my end as well. Plus, did I mention the girlfriend? Anywho, we are using each other for phone sex. The End.

Ok, wow, that was way longer of a Jr. High back story than I intended.

Oh, a couple more points...1) I hate talking on the phone in general, and more times than not, I blow him off when he wants to "talk". But, if conditions are right and I'm in the mood, I can get him off in 10.4 seconds. 2) Dammit, I really did just forget my second point...oh, now I remember. He always tells me that my voice makes him hard. And while I know that he's full of shit and would tell me whatever to get me to whisper vulgarities into the phone, I still think its cute of him to say. Which makes me wonder how much those 1-900 girls make because I could use some extra cash....

I was so hot and bothered that I texted Mr. Man and ordered him to fuck the shit out of me later that night. With specific instructions for no foreplay, no kissing, just pound me already. He complied without complaining. He's such a giver. Oh, and did I mention that it happened(s) to be my lady-time of the month and I DON'T do sex during lady-time. Except for last Friday. I would've given you a TMI warning on that one but this is a sex blog, so we are well past that by now, doncha think?

I have no idea why I just told you all of this crap. Goodnight pervs. And no, you cannot have my number.

xoxo,
Bella

Suspenders

 

**click**

burgers and sex: an analogy

I have things to say but it's late and I can't articulate them like I want to right now. They have to do with wanting to be tied up, made to submit, to be a sub to the right Dom. And being afraid to think too much about those things because there is a real possibility that I won't find that again. Mr. Man is willing but it doesn't work for me with him. I need that to be separate from my "real" life. It's tricky for me.

Let's be completely honest, if I never get the chance to play like that again, it won't be the end of the world. Its a sexual "extra" that I will be able to manage without. Like a hamburger without pickles. Good enough to eat, but not my ideal burger.

Damn I'm weird(er) when I'm tired.

Fassbender's member...

On repeat. 

Because you have to admit, it is kind of mesmerizing....

See, you can't stop watching can you!??

Head

As in a wicked bad massive utterly debilitating headache. You perverts. It's 3:00 am. I just gave myself an orgasm in a desperate attempt to get relief. It helped for the several seconds of ecstasy, but now I'm back to wanting to chop my head off and feed it to wild dogs.

I concentrated on Jake to get off (who is apparently no longer speaking to me for reasons I am unaware of, and that makes me very very sad. Stupid boys). This encounter in particular. It stands as one of the hottest encounters in my book of record. And there was no nakedness, just groping and kissing and heavy breathing. Mmmmmmm. I think a lot of it has to do with YEARS of wanting and build up. My heart jumps and I get those elusive flutters in my tummy whenever I replay that scene over in my head. Dammit, sex with him would be epically hot. But it doesn't seem to be in the cards. Why are all the men I want outside of my marriage unavailable to me???? What is wrong with the fucking Universe??? Stupid Universe.

Back to cradling my head in my hands and curling up into the fetal position.
xoxo,
Bella

Better than glass toys any day

Adding Tumblr

I've started a Tumblr, because there are too many damn sexy photos that are BEGGING to be shared.

All of my personal writing and photos will still be housed here on Being Bella. My Tumblr is just for when you feel the need to jerk off to others. Haha. Seriously though, there are some beautiful things on Tumblr that I love. And I'm all about the sharing. Free love y'all!

I've linked it here, and on my sidebar. Enjoy! I know I am.

xoxo,
Bella

Glass toy

reckless

an oldie but goodie. a hot day.

I feel like doing something crazy. Sexually adventurous. Fucking hot.

I am a restless bird. In all things, not just sexually. In life. Always searching for contentment. Not even that, more like searching for something new. All the time. Its exhausting. But when it comes to fruition, it's a high that I can't get from anything else. Its why I love to travel so much. New things to stimulate all senses.

New sexual experiences are the epitome of curbing restlessness for me. And when I want that newness, I REALLY want it. Like now. Frustration comes when I don't see an outlet for it.

Mr. Man and I have had more sex lately than usual and this is a good thing. We are in a good place. We're being more affectionate, more open, more communicative. We are being kinder to each other. This seems to give me more mental room to fantasize and want even more. I'm not sure that even makes sense. Put another way, I'm not worried about where Mr. Man and I are in our relationship, I know we are in a good place. And we both want sexual newness and adventure. This realization frees my mind to think about making that happen even more.

I know I must be patient and this is not something to go about in a reckless manner. But dammit, I just want to fuck and be fucked by another. I want Mr. Man to watch me being taken by another man. To watch me with a woman. I want to see him pleasured by someone other then myself. I want him to experience the new sensations of another woman's touch, another woman's insides.

Patience Bella, patience.

on being bi-curious

I don't define myself as officially "bisexual" but definitely "bi-curious". Only because I haven't figured it out yet but would like to. Side note: I don't particularly like labels but sometimes it just makes things easier to define, and in this case, I don't find it offensive.

The possibility of myself being sexually attracted to another woman never even occurred to me until I was well into adulthood. That shouldn't surprise anyone given my conservative background. But once the option was on the table, so to speak, I knew I wanted to explore it further. I'm lucky enough to have been given that opportunity, even if just a few times (so far, wink wink). I've only had a couple of experiences (with the same woman) and the jury is still out on my sexual leanings. I WANT to like girls, I do. Watching two girls go at it in porn does turn me on, and I am drawn to certain types of women. But I question whether or not I can with certainty say yep, I like girls.

Its not often that I find myself attracted to a girl or think of a woman I meet or see in that "oh, I wonder what it would be like to kiss her" kind of way. But when I do see someone I'm drawn too, it peaks a strange kind of curiosity in me and I find myself wondering if she'd like to get naked with me as well. There's actually a girl I'm thinking of now that I see on a semi-regular basis in passing that I am drawn to and I can't help but wonder....

Maybe I haven't been with the right girl, one who pushes my buttons enough. I know that I liked making my one female lover cum, kissing her, loved performing oral sex on her, liked playing with, sucking and rubbing her tits. But something was missing. That "oooouuumph" feeling I crave. It was pleasant, yet....not what I'd expected or hoped. To be perfectly honest, it was more of an accomplishment type feeling than a turned on one. When I made her cum, I did a mental fist-pump like "yeah, I can do this ya'll, I GOT THIS"! I wanted a medal or something.

But what I really want and or hope, is to thoroughly enjoy and be into the experience and not worry about if I'm doing it right or where to put my hands, where to kiss. That stuff came more naturally than I expected.

I want my next experience with a women to be HIZZOT, thank you very much. Any takers?

xoxo,
Bella

Fall feels like argyle to me

I love fall clothes! I want to go shopping and buy all the skirts! All the tights! All the boots! All the cozy sweaters! All the scarves! All the things!!!