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Lying on a patch of moss today before sundown:

I’ll have to try to take some pictures with the fancy camera of this patch of moss in our yard, I hope catching it at the same time with the sun shining on it to do justice to how pretty it is.

I don’t understand why people don’t want moss in their yards – I love moss. This patch in ours is in part of the trampled-down center of the backyard where we walk. So many different colors and textures of green and brown and fuzz and dirt, I want the moss patch to grow and grow, but as it warms up it will probably shrink and shrink.

I look cozy, but it was pretty cold outside today. In the middle of last night when I couldn’t get back to sleep and went outside to look at the moon and stars the grass was crunchy with frost. Definitely gone by the time I woke up again in the morning, though.

It’s weird how cold I felt running outside naked for these pictures and standing up, but when I got on the ground and held still I didn’t feel cold anymore. My boobs say I was very cold, but there’s something about lying naked on the ground that feels comforting and steadying. For a few minutes, anyway. Probably the best newest minutes of my day today. Except for a couple of other things that were other bests.

Someday I want to cultivate a moss garden, painting rocks and things with buttermilk and yogurt to invite more moss.

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Note: I’ll try to post a picture from Valentine’s Day later. It’s not sexy or naked, though. Believe me, I would rather have been taking nudie pics yesterday than what we did most of the day.

From the set of pictures we took yesterday that I posted last night, looking like your average neighborly housewife in her plaid robe:

Teasing you with the possibility of opening my robe.

Drinking hot coffee out of Delia’s pretty mug in the snowy backyard and flashing my cold jugs. I don’t know what’s going on with my left nipple, but it’s more enormous than I’ve ever seen it before:

My nipples are hard & areolas bumpy from the cold . . . brrr!!

And taking my clothes off . . . for fun, to gauge the temperature . . . and to TEASE you!

Stripping off my robe in the snow.

This robe is a favorite of mine since I was a teenager . . . it’s pretty ragged, but I can’t bear to part with it.

About to throw open my robe for a big flash!

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Drinking coffee, flashing my beaver.

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Snow on my nude body.

It’s still snowing here! We took a walk in it for fun and to snap some nudie pics this morning . . . it’s super powdery. I’ll post more pics here tonight.

Wearing only the necklace my 5-year old necklace picked out for me for Christmas:

Natural nude Trixie in winter light

I love this art pendant . . . it’s bright blue with an elephant blowing bright pink colors out of her trunk.

My boobs & Christmas necklace

The sound it makes around my neck and against my clothes when I bend over and stand up again is of a magic toy or a cheap pocketwatch or some kind of emergency medicine. I never would have picked it out for myself, so I really love the surprise of cherishing this treasure.

Your first real pictures of The Hunter’s face! Because the nudie pic we took wasn’t nearly as revealing as these happy shots of us riding the ferry to my sister’s house for family Christmas time.

I was worn out today after a Christmas party followed by all three of us calling my mom to introduce her to The Hunter and prepare her for our entire triad coming for Christmas. All preceded by a long night of very little sleep and lots of fucking and talking – The Hunter and I were in don’t-make-us-go-to-sleep-yet slumber party mode.

I was agitated after that, so The Hunter offered to silently rub my feet and usher me into a dreamy nap, which of course I accepted and it became an entire foot-washing ritual including removing my old nail polish.

Foot washing bowl and red-nail-polishy cotton balls.

He tenderly massaged my feet after washing them with a soft, warm washcloth. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the cloth being immersed in the metal bowl of warm water and tea tree oil, then pulled out dripping and wrung out.

My clean bare feet after The Hunter washed them.

And then it became soothing feathery back stroking. The Hunter softly listed all of the things that are taken care of, that I don’t have to worry about, things that are good and that Godde is doing for us. A list so sweetly stated I said that I would have paid $99,000 to hear it said. And then cuddling and taking our clothes off and kissing. And then it became more fucking.

Post-fuck getting ready for my close-up.

And then I came with his cock in me and my buzzy toy on my clit. And then he came in me. And I wasn’t agitated anymore and he took these pictures of me and I went to sleep.

My hairy pussy splattered with The Hunter's hot cum.

Pictures like this make me super, super excited (it’s the man-hands, I think, and the relatively little-looking pussy):

The Hunter holding open my wet, swollen pussy lips.

And then Delia went with The Hunter to buy groceries. And they brought home flowers that I just put in a vase and The Hunter is preparing a family meal we’re going to eat at the table.

And if this all sounds unbelievably awesome and extraordinary, that’s because it is. Three Hundred Twenty-Seven impossible dreams come true. Probably more.

Delia’s boyfriend is spending the night again, so I volunteered to sleep in the cabin / my loft. Because it’s awesome, because I love sleeping alone, because I want to, because before The Hunter I only spent one or two nights up there, and that was before we even moved into The “Big” House and when Delia was gone on trips.

Part of me enjoys acting put-out and bothered by having my routine upset and not having Delia to myself all night long. Another part of me longs for this restorative solitude and to be able to get it without leaving Delia alone or feeling guilty about wanting to be in my own bed doing everything MY way, without disrupting anybody or being disrupted by them.

I have my Kindle that Delia bought me, I have my pills and other sleepy-time supplements, I have Hearts of Space, I have my amazing comforter that for some reason only feels awesome when I’m the only person underneath it. I have my notebooks and fountain pen and plenty of pillows. It’s a small triangular-envelope I fit into that’s just right for leaving me room around the edges.

The only bad thing is if I have to pee in the night, I have to climb down and back up the ladder.

We are really lucky to have a set-up that allows for this kind of flexibility and time-to-ourselves. It’s easy to forget how awesome it is by noticing the parts that aren’t 100% perfect, so I’m working on wallowing in being grateful and celebrating how we have it pretty fucking good.

Restraining myself from spying on them.

Yeah. Round-the-clock voyeur cams on our sites/in our home does add another unusual/challenging/interesting element to these overlapping relationships.

It was really nice of Delia and The Hunter to let me interrupt them to have her come and take this picture of me.

What November 15th looked like in the sky and the trees where we live:

The Cabin: lunchtime

Same day, same time, same place . . . much bluer.

Dirty blue, half an hour later & one mile away.

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Something sexier/cuter/more suggestive of skin:

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Sky above our house, day after Thanksgiving

I dedicate this beautiful song (You Were Drunk) by one of my favorite singer-songwriters (Rose Polenzani) to Don Draper’s secretary in season four of Mad Men:

I’m super excited that Netflix bought the rights to stream Mad Men so we’ll soon be able to watch everything over and over again on demand. Peggy and Joan are my fave characters, of course, but I would also like to spend time on Don’s lap.

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The first Rose Polenzani song I ever heard was Olga’s Birthday; I think everyone should listen to it and buy all of her cd’s and be blown the fuck away.