There is a certain pervert around here that is obsessed with over the knee socks. Last night at the store, I saw a precious pink and purple pair that I thought would go great with Mary Janes. So I got them. Cute, huh? You can even see cat paws at the top of the photo as my black cat sauntered past while I took the picture.

This is a pretty demure photo for me, perhaps you’re wondering why? Well I sent my racy photos from this week to the Boobiethon. Go check it out and donate to this very worthy cause.

So, as I mentioned last week, we received an impromptu invitation to join Artemis for a play and rope education weekend. We had a fabulous time. I did my first needle scene and Jay was suspended. I also got tied up by Arte in a gorgeous harness.

When this woman calls herself an erotic facilitator, she isn’t making things up. Artemis is one of those people that have instant magnetism in a room and she always has her eye out for how to bring people out of their shells and give them confidence in their sexuality. I’m honored to be friends with her. I’m also thrilled that she was inspired to take some photos of the harness she put on me. Here is one of my favorites. She titled it “Nipple Love” because it features Jay’s hand on me as we lounged together.

So I’m frantically getting ready for the new term at school so I’ve been a bit quiet. However, Jay has posted a few great blog entries this week. First, he did a HNT post for the first time. Exhibit:

He also wrote this gorgeous post about our play with Hania last week. Sigh. I will certainly be recounting the experience from my perspective as well but reading it from his was fun. While we were all together, I kept looking up at him and smiling. He was a bystander some of the time but he never lost the look of wonder and delight from his eyes. He is such a treasure to have as a lover and best friend.

Here are a few of his words:

Hania motioned for me to help her out of her top, then her bra. Her breasts, while smaller than Ellie’s, were very large for Hania’s small frame and quite perky. The dark almond colored areolas that we thought we saw the month before were even more sexy than Ellie and I had imagined (trust me, we spent a few nights in bed talking about Hania’s lovely body).

Ellie laid down on her back and Hania straddled her playing with her breasts. They rubbed their bodies together, kissed, sucked, and licked for almost an hour before Hania started pulling Ellie’s panties off.

I wish I had a better vantage point so I could give a play-by-play. The only thing I can say for sure is that the three of us all seemed to be enjoying ourselves. Hania’s slurping and kissing, Ellie’s moans, and my angelic expression probably express the feelings of the moment better than a verbose description could.

He also posted a really lovely photo of Hania in the rope harness that I put on her:

This weekend, we’ll be going out of town for a very impromptu weekend with Artemis and Jeff. She called me last night and we agreed that when Artemis asks for your attendance, you do what you can to make it happen. We should come home with new stories to tell and some brand new rope skills. Rope skills that I hope to use and continue improving at Dark Odyssey in a few weeks.

Tomorrow night I have a pretty fabulous play date. I am blissfully in the dark about what will be happening to me. However, I know there will be rope skillfully applied by a brilliant artist. There will also be a wicked sadist, giving a generous dose of pain. I’ve been asked to bring my toy bag as well so I know there will also be some delicious vibrations.

Am I nervous about being left in the dark? Well, a little bit but I’m also beside myself with excitement. So here I am, ass out, waiting for the first swat and expecting to be taken but not knowing where.

These are some of my favorite panties. They are simple and cotton and cute. And I like how my ass looks in them. I don’t have any particular memories of them (although I’m sure they have been peeled off of me during a variety of sexy moments.) I just know I like them a lot.

Sad thing is, they need to be put out to pasture. See, they still look cute and colorful but too many washings has degraded the elastic. That coupled with a bit of weight loss means that they just don’t stay up anymore. They slide off my hips easily when I stand and move around.

Today, walking across campus with a student, I felt them sliding. I am wearing a dress today. As we made our way to the library I try to tug at them inconspicuously without pulling my dress up over my hips. I clench my knees together and take smaller steps hoping that I don’t become a living Art Frahm pinup (there are worse things to become, but I didn’t even have any celery!)

When we arrived at the library I excused myself to the bathroom to remove the runaway panties, and stashed them in my purse. What a pity to be gallivanting around the library panty-less and in a sun dress with no elicit purposes and no one to blame other than the man who ensured the manufactured obsolescence of the elastic.

So, raise a pint (or pour a drop, whatever your style is) for my cotton panties with the little pink flowers. They will be immortalized here on this Half Nekkid Thursday, but my ass just won’t be the same without them.