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Not sure if you heard that I recently had my vaginers pierced like nine times. Nine? Ten? I lost track.

SIX piercings remain. Two were removed due to being uncomfortable to function. One rejected.

Remaining:
Vertical Clit Hood- rhinestone barbell
Outer upper labia- rings with rhinestones
inner labia- Rings with rhinestones
Christina- Rhinestone barbell

My nipples also have rhinestone barbells.
My nostril has a rhinestone stud
My nose ring is soon to be getting a rhinestone captive bead

I glow in the dark.

The majority of the jewelry is in the top portion of the vaginal area. The jewelry clinks together and hits the VCH jewelry. The result is that I constantly have a mmmmmm feeling frisky sensation. Not enough to cause an orgasm. Enough to go, "Hmm... I have a clit! It feels nice when it's rubbed. This is pleasant."

I've never been able to orgasm from rubbing my legs together or going over bumps while driving. Wouldn't that be convenient? THen again, I've never had a super sensitive clit. LUCKY ME, she writes sarcastically. I will say that it's much more sensitive now that it's pierced!

Actually, my entire sex life improved 100 percent after getting the VCH. Sex just feels better. Orgasms are stronger. AND I feel sexier. It's bold. A little naughty. It's fun to flash. People seem to find it alluring.

But now with ALL the piercings? SEX IS THROUGH THE ROOF! Or so loud the noise travels through the roof and down the block. I know Rabbit's roomie can hear when I'm at Rabbit's place. It's THAT good. I can't keep quiet. I can't go, (in a quiet, bored voice) "oh. yes. that's... nice." No. I'm the one SCREAMING. I can't help it!!

Rabbit is mesmerized by the piercings. He asked me to get them. Suggested, more like. "You'd look great with more piercings." And off I went la la la la la. Want to impress my boyfriend. What am I, 19??? Exactly.

I'm glad I got them. I love love love my vagina. Not that I ever hated my area, as my daughters call it. My area was a source of sadness, since I went through so many years of painful and heartbreaking fertility treatment. It's fun now to decorate and celebrate. AND ENJOY!

Many ladies ask me about the piercings. Do they feel good? Do they get tangled? Does Rabbit's two penis piercings catch on my six piercings? I already answered the feel good question YES YES YES. If you're interested in getting any, get the VCH. All women should have one! I'd also get inner labia pierced. Those are also quite stimulating for you and a male partner.

The outer labia and Christina are decorative and hard to heal. VHC and inner labia heal quickly.

Each piercing feels differently when being performed. Outer labia made me cry. Very very painful.

Do they get tangled?
No. The inner labia have thick rings and I can't completely close my legs without feeling them. Sometimes I need to do a little shimmy to get them to fall perfectly into place. And yes, you can hear them jingle when I do that. They also jingle during sex.The upper labia rings sometimes get hung up on my underpants. Otherwise, no tangling problems.

Rabbit's piercings catching on mine?
He has a PA and a frenum. His frenum (Underside of dick, under the head, horizontal barbell) acts like a G Spot stimulator. At first it was strange to get used to and now I LOVE IT!! His piercings feel AMAZING. A little tricky to give him oral, but manageable. Do they catch on mine? Never.

Genital piercings can enhance your sex life. Some can give stimulation and others are just for decoration. I say if it makes you feel sexy, then it's SO WORTH the pain and healing time. Go to a reputable shop, find a piercer you trust who has years of genital piercing experience, and give it a try! Oh and ladies- ask to upgrade to a little bling with your jewelry. You can even get colored stones. Change them around with the seasons. Or your mood. Birthstones?

If you get any done, let me know. I'd love to know I inspired someone to explore genital piercings!

Rabbit and Charlotte and Rev and Things That Burn

My husband and my boyfriend are down in the TV room watching Blazing Saddles. I gave up after ten mins.

My guys are friends. Nice how that worked out. We work pretty well as a triad, as it's called. My boyfriend has his own place but spends most of his time here. Which is why I'm so glad my husband actually likes him! My kids adore my boyfriend. They think he's pretty silly.

It's a nice balance of personalities. My husband is serious. Sometimes stoic and has a hard time letting go and being goofy. Whereas the boyfriend is crazy silly and rarely serious. My husband keeps me focused and responsible My boyfriend keeps me young and helps me let go and let loose. My husband is thoughtful. My boyfriend is emotional. They are two VERY different people. Very very very.

My writing is crap on the best of days. I'm tired and wow is my writing suffering. What is the point of this post? I guess some blah blah about the men I adore. Swoooon. My guys!

Today the boyfriend and I went to Walmart for groceries and home essentials. He danced in the clothing department. Danced like a loon. Arms and legs flailing about. Just because.

Later an employee (in the next aisle) called out to another employee, "You got everything?" My boyfriend yelled, "Yeah! I'm good!" Then we heard a, "Whaaaaaaat?" I doubled over laughing. Maybe it was a you had to be there moment.

We then had lunch in the Walmart Subway, our bag filled cart by our side. Now that's fucking romantic.

He's a silly boy and he makes me laugh. He turns me on. He cuddles me closely. He tells me he loves me. He tells me I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him. That he will never love anyone the way he has loved me. That I'm the best sex of his life. That there will never be another woman as important or as special. That he wants to marry me. He doesn't care that it wouldn't be legal. He wants to propose and be engaged and have a commitment ceremony and marry me.

Did I mention he's terribly romantic?

No man has ever spoken to me that way. No man has ever been so romantic and over and top and frustrating and sexy and ARRRRGGG! I love him. I really love that boy.

And yes, my husband knows. He knows The Rabbit and I have such a deep, intense, amazing connection. He knows and sometimes it makes him sad. He wishes he and I could be as connected. I tell him we are! We ARE that connected. We just connect differently. It's not over the top. It's never been! It's not romantic. It's never been! The Rev and I operate differently. We are friends. We are lovers. We have children. We run a house. We've been together 14 years. We are together for life. It's a slow burn. Not a blazing inferno. I'm just lucky enough to have both. I'm lucky enough to have the kind of heat to keep both fires going.

Pug Love

HOW DO I GET THEM TO STOP PEEING ON THE FLOOR??

I mean the dogs, not Rabbit and Rev.

I have two Pugs. Mugsy and Fugly. The Snarfles. They stink. They burp. They fart. They sneeze on everyone. They are the cutest damn dogs I've ever known.

I have found that when I get down, those damn dogs are just about the only things that can cheer me up. Sometimes I get to the point where I'm sick of people. I hit the social wall, basically. I can't stand to communicate or look at another human being. That's when I shut the door and cuddle my Pugs.

Just one way I handle my poly/extremely social lifestyle when I feel overwhelmed.

The Rabbit has his cat, Stinky. This pic makes me want to cuddle up with both of them.

Charlotte's career, or lack thereof

Who's the busy girl?

I AM!

Between The Collection and Sex Positive St. Louis, Oh My, I am the little social butterfly. Flit flit flit. Float float float.

It's about life experiences, baby.

Tonight I met a woman from a church group. Neither one of us burst into flames. We chatted about tattoos and piercings. She was about mid 50s. She told me she admired my artwork and secretly wished she had gotten tattooed or pierced when she was younger. "I'm surrounded by conservative people. It just wouldn't work now." I suggested she get a tattoo someplace that can't be seen by the public. She then sighed and said, "What I really want to do it get (motions down to her crotch) pierced!"

See! You just never know. The sweet lady at church might be secretly longing for a pierced pussy. Hers or.. someone else's!

No, fo real. You would not believe the amount of women who have told me they wish they could be brave enough to live a life like mine. I feel for them. This journey can be so short. We really should LIVE!

I'm one to talk. I spend much of my day moping about a lack of career. Oh, sure, I'm a voice talent from home. A bit of freelance here. A bit of freelance there. I just wish I could have more. Something bigger. Grander. I'm so fantastic on camera. I wish I could have had the chance to host a show when I was younger.

Ahh but the years pass so quickly. Time is now showing on my face. It's a young woman's career choice- especially when breaking into the biz! I'm in the middle of the country, far from the entertainment biz. My look does not lend itself to hosting afternoon local television.

So yeah, I'm no different. I long. I feel sad for what I haven't done.

Career seems to be the only house of mine that's empty.

Otherwise, things are going well here. Rabbit and I continue our passionate love affair. I'm also having mind blowing sex with my husband. Sometimes Rabbit AND my husband. I never mind speaking about that because so often people feel ashamed about the one girl, two guys thing. If the number one fantasy for hetero guys is two girls, then how come girls can't long for two guys? As they both say, what's hotter than seeing their lady completely lost in non stop sexual bliss? Hours. It lasts hours and hours and hours. That's my kind of sex. I'm a lot of woman. I need more than one man.

So regrets. I want to die having no regrets. Maybe I'll get lucky one of these days with the career. Maybe one day luck will point at me and TA DA!

Will I finally feel satisfied?

Charlotte turns on the water works

I've always been envious of squirty girls.

You know the ones. Maybe YOU are one of the ones! The girls who soak the bed. Or maybe it's just the girls who brag about constantly soaking the bed.

Rabbit's had one or two.

I often get intimidated by Rabbit's previous conquests. Even tho he tells me over and over I am the best thing that's ever happened to him, I'm a GIRL. You get into bed with a guy and the ghosts of past lovers surround the bed and make catty remarks as you fuck.

"You haven't come yet? By now I would have soaked his face."
"You don't like it up the ass? I'd let him ram me so hard I saw stars."
"You do realize he did that with me, don't you? AND he seemed much more enthused when he was doing it."

Change the pitch up. Smack the bitches up! Make them SHUT UP!

Last night I entered their catty little clubhouse. Last night I joined them on the side of the bed, victorious. For I am not a squirty girl. I am a gushy girl!

Rabbit is still out of intercourse commission, thanks to two new penis piercings. We tried. It hurt him. So I asked if he wouldn't mind using my famous glass honey dipper toy. I bought it at my favorite piercing/tattoo shop. It's about eight inches long and it looks like the wooden instrument you use to dip into a jar of honey. It's rounded on the tip, and then there's carefully placed ridges down the shaft.

Rabbit had it in me for about two minutes before it felt like my water was breaking. Unlike when my water actually broke before childbirth, this doesn't come out as a trickle. This was like a huge water balloon popped inside of me and all the water escaped at once.

I soaked the sheet.

Not only the sheet, but he waterproof mattress sheet under the sheet. I almost soaked down to the actual mattress.

Look, I know this is awfully personal to write about but that train left the station when I signed up for this blog, now didn't it? I write this because I want to give hope to the ladies out there who feel like I did. That intimidation you feel when you read about sex stories and hear other women doing things your body can't quite seem to master.

I've played with the honey dipper toy dozens of times. I've had screaming, growling orgasms. Never once did anything come out of me. The orgasm from the gush wasn't even that earth shattering. It was great, don't get me wrong, but I've had stronger. AND the gush didn't happen after the orgasm. It actually happened later. It wasn't even during an orgasm. So what's that about??? NOthing felt different. No tensing of the body. No throbbing. Nothing. Just pleasure pleasure and BURST of water.

I know I didn't pee because pee trickles out. This was like someone poured at least a cup, maybe two cups of water onto my crotch and inner thighs and onto the bed. Amazing. Just amazing and I was in shock for a looong time after I stood up and knees buckled and I wobbled to the bathroom to clean up.

Rabbit's reaction? "Good girl," he reassured, over and over again. Was he phased? Hard to tell. He's been there, done that, way too many times.

The next night Rabbit was at his place, and my husband and I had an alone night. Rev covered the bed in toys and said the night would be ALL ABOUT ME. Don't worry about him. Take my time. Enjoy every single minute. The focus was ALL ME. I desperately wanted to re-create the water works for my husband. He's never seen that. He deserves to see that!

It didn't happen.

Rev is a master of toys. That man can work a sex toy on a woman like no other. Other girls have agreed. YEP, Rev is skilled. Last night he sent me to the moon and back. He said I made noises he's never heard before. It was two hours of non stop pleasure with every toy in my arsenal. There were moments i left my body, it was so incredible. Probably some of the best orgasms of my life. No lie. And yet... WTF?? Not even a tiny droplet.

The human body is a funny thing.

I'll be back soon, promise!!

I'm typing this while two pugs are at my feet, gnawing on chewies. Snarf, slurp, burp, repeat.

2011 has been... overwhelming. Weird. Wonderful.

Things I must write about:

How two of my gorgeous friends gave themselves to me as birthday presents.
How another friend showed me the famous Shelf Trick.
Seducing a 22 year old adorable boy at a party.
Getting pierced up with The Rabbit.
Getting more involved with Sex Positive St. Louis
The fetish parties!
The sexy warehouse!
The things I did at the fetish parties at the sexy warehouse!
The return of The Prince.

But enough about me. How's my hair?

WHAT A WEEK!

It's Friday. Friiiiday. FRIIIIIIDAY! Can you feel me? Do you WANT to feel me? I'm soft!

My last post was about the mystery brunette that Rabbit and I fell head over heels infatuated with at the KUFF party.

She will forever remain a mystery.

It seems something about our situation must not work for her. She isn't returning emails or texts. At first I was really sad. Now I realize that it's for the best. Perhaps her home life didn't allow for this type of arrangement. Maybe the situation was too crazy for her. You never know. I just wish she would have mailed back to explain. There was such an amazing connection. SAD FACE!

Underneath it all, I really am a softie who just wants to be loved. Awww. Tender.

Rabbit and I had an aaaaamazing night last night. We talked. No sex. Talking. We hammered out all the details of our relationship. Usually he hammers me. Ba da bing! We kept our hands off each other. We held one another. We read through a poly book for some advice. We agreed that right now we will explore our options as a couple. No solo dating for the time being. To my surprise, Rabbit is not ready. He said, "I am head over heels for you. You are my world. You are my life partner. I don't want to do anything to hurt us." That and he admitted he's still honeymooning with me. He's only interested in a woman he can have a strong connection with. No desire to just get laid or casual dating. He wants it all.

Rabbit also admitted he's in love with Pussy Pie. The girl. And the dish. haha. PP writes for The Collection. She is a ten year girlfriend of his. And one of mine. I adore her. She is... amazing. Funny. Smart. Sexy. She's a poly married girl with kids who lives four hours away. Rabbit realized she means a lot to him. When he told me he loved her, I hugged him. I was happy for him. Not at all jealous. Happy. She would be an ideal other girlfriend for him, if she lived closer. Maybe one day... For now, we will deal with only seeing her a few times a year.

There's SO MUCH to talk about BUT we've had two snow days in a row. Two days of the kids being home and bored. I will now go entertain them by organizing races on their butts down the hallway. The first one to scoot to the kitchen and back wins. BONUS- it tires them out so they will be keen on resting a bit. Or early bedtime??

Tonight my husband is home with them so I can go to a pajama party with my friends. I'll be sure to update what happened soon!!

Welcome back to Wonderland

What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened?

The Rabbit and I had a rough week, as you read. It was tough learning he desired seeing others. The Rabbit wasn't so clear with his intentions. As with all things when it comes to us, he got emotional and the words did not come out properly.

Yes, he wants to date. He is not in any hurry. He wants me as his primary and he only wants to see a woman who respects that and fits in with our arrangement. Would I be comfortable easing into this by dating someone together? I said sure, but finding someone takes time. He said that's ok! He's in no hurry. He knows I am a good match for him and doesn't want to do anything to lose us. We came way too close this time and I think it was a big wake up call for Rabbit.

We were supposed to get together alone on Saturday and talk. Friday night there was a party honoring The Beautiful Kind, who is a local celebrity/sex positive blogger. She was just interviewed by Hustler Magazine. There is a sexual revolution taking place in St. Louis right now and she's one of the main reasons why. I adore her and could not miss her party.

The Rabbit was sad. We were supposed to go together. Could we? Could we go as our old selves and then talk on Saturday? I said sure. Let's do it.

The party was... WOW. Wow. Just... wow. But that's a blog entry for another time!

We woke up Saturday morning after having sex for at least two hours, maybe three. I learned there was another party Saturday night in the same place for an under 40 fetish group. All fetishes welcome. Since we dabble a bit in BDSM, I wanted to check it out. Should we? Should we go and still be our old selves and then talk on Sunday?

Yeah,what the hell!!

The parties are being held in a warehouse. You walk in and it looks like a massive loft warehouse that hasn't been remodeled yet. A DJ is set up in the front with lights and smoke machines.The owners have made little living room seating areas downstairs. There are lockers to lock up purses, etc. There are long tables for eating and socializing. It's decorated like a Goodwill showroom. There are even decorated Xmas trees. It's something to see!

Upstairs is a loft space overlooking the downstairs. It's an industrial looking space with hanging lights, concrete floors, and BDSM equipment. As in- tables, equipment to get tied up to, a huge bed, and then a table filled with sanitation equipment. This particular fetish party had a no penetration, no oral, no exchange of bodily fluids rule that was STRICTLY enforced. If you were leaned over a table to be spanked, the table must be sanitized when done.

The party was for a group of kinksters under 40. A group of older, experienced kinksters were on hand to help the younger crowd learn to play safely. All fetishes were represented. Doms. Subs. Costumes. LIttles. Furries. It was interesting to see!!

Rabbit and I were there with my husband and Darling Nikki. We had to go to a pub to present ID, drop off a canned good for a food pantry, then get a ticket and directions to the warehouse. So funny to see sexily dressed kinksters walking into an Irish pub!!

We then went to the warehouse. Rabbit and I had been there the night before but Darling Niki and Rev had eyes wide open. What a surreal experience. It's like driving up to a set of a Batman movie. Huge warehouse with towers. Snow. Dark. Scary!

We went inside. Sat on the couches. People came up and said hi. VERY friendly crowd. We chatted with a few people and drank soda (no alcohol allowed.) ONe of the older kinkster members put on a demonstration on how to play safely. I learned so much about scary things like Hep C and transmission of bad germies. Very interesting lecture!

Then a raven haired girl in a white corset walked in. We locked eyes. I watched her walk across the room. She stood there and stared at me. I stared back. Hmm... she's interesting... then something else distracted me and I lost track of her.

Then the play party began. Meaning- it was then legal to use the BDSM equipment under the strict guidelines. Downstairs they had a room with a pool filled with baby oil. Next thing I knew Darling Niki was naked except for boy shorts and electrical tape over her nipples and in a blow up pool oil wrestling two dark haired younger girls. Rabbit and I were LOVING THAT! Of course that's what Niki was doing!! It's Niki!!!

I had left the area where Niki was oil wrestling. Rabbit took her up to the bathroom to attempt to bathe her in the sink. I found a mutual friend I know from outside of the kink world. That is happening more and more lately. The people I knew from meetings and groups and work related parts of my life are surfacing as poly, kinky, etc. It's comforting. We both came out to each other recently, so it wasn't a shock to see her. HOWEVER. Standing next to her? The raven haired beauty in the white corset.

My friend introduced us. The dark haired girl locked eyes with me again and did not let go. She was giving me the once over and was not shy about showing her interest. I got shivers. No girl has ever been that bold with me before.

So I looked back. I stared back. I would not let her look away. We stood in the downstairs, near the seating area, just staring. People tried to talk to us. No one existed. Just two brunettes in daring outfits, getting lost in each others gazes.

I walked over to stand next to her and traced my finger down her arm. A bold move for me. She shivered and leaned her body into mine and tucked her face onto my shoulder. I smelled her hair. She smelled delicious.

NExt thing I knew we had our hands all over each other. Tender, stroking, loving, touches. Staring. Not realizing anyone around us existed. It was instant hot chemistry between total strangers.

That's when I realized I was living a fantasy. I was in an eclectic warehouse filled with moans of people being flogged, and people running around in costumes, and big smiles and very comforting, and I was in the arms of a beautiful and mysterious stranger girl. I knew nothing about her. She knew nothing about me. Wow was that hot.

I pulled away and introduced Rabbit. She gave him the eyes as well. Oh? Really.... interesting... We went upstairs and watched some of the demonstrations. She kept looking over at me. I then left to use the restroom. Came back. Rabbit whispered she was staring at him the entire time.

I pulled her over. Asked if she wanted to walk around with me? She said yes. Rabbit said, "I'll leave you two alone." She said, "Oh really? How sad!" I urged him to come along. She reached for him and pulled him into us. The three of us just stood there touching, caressing, and then kissing. We never took our walk. We stood in the middle of the room and stared and kissed and caressed.

My mind was blown.

It was erotic and wild, yet felt very comfortable and safe. There were moments the two of them held each other and just stared at me. Both with their curly hair and glasses and intense gazes. Both of them looking like they wanted to devour me. I swooned. I could barely stand. None of us spoke. We just held each other and kissed and touched. She moaned as I kissed her. AHHH! So amazing.

The upstairs was getting busy with BDSM activities. I had to run downstairs to put my heavy purse in a locker. I stood downstairs and looked up into the loft. The mystery girl and Rabbit were looking down at me. I watched as Rabbit took her into his arms and kissed her. He knew I was watching. He wanted to turn me on. He did.

He brought her downstairs and handed her over to me. More touching. More holding. More kissing. Then she had to go. Her friend was leaving. Rabbit got out his phone and got her number. I asked if she wanted to go on a date with us sometime. She said yes. She was giddy when she said yes. Then she was gone.

Rabbit and I stood in silence. Then we looked at each other, eyes wide. "Did that just...." "Yeah, it did. That happened." "But we said we wanted to date a girl together and one just appears. LIke magic."

We were pretty much stunned for the rest of the night. It actually exhausted me emotionally. I wanted to go home and sleep and clear my head and wake up and wonder if it was all just a dream.

Nope. It's real.

I think.

Now THAT was quite a fantasy. Raven haired girl in sexy glasses and white corset seduces couple? That doesn't actually happen in real life, does it??

It does in mine.

Goodbye Rabbit?

I am typing this, realizing there is blood on my hands. I have cried so hard my nose is bleeding. I thought I was wiping away snot. My ladylike attitude goes to hell when I'm upset.

I find the blood on my hands to be comforting. It's a sign I'm still alive. Even tho I feel dead inside. Wow, that was 13 year old Live Journal shit right there. Fuck it. I've earned it.

The Rabbit and I are having problems. I am taking time away to figure out what to do.

The Rabbit and I had a connection that even my husband said was magical. That Rabbit and I connected beyond thought or words. It was a soul connection that transfixed both of us. Maybe, if you believe in past lives, it was a reconnection. Only those who saw us together can understand how we connected.

Right now my inner voice is screaming no no no no NO! We are not done! But my logical brain says STOP! I'm done. I'm so done. I'm so hurt and sad and wonder if I can continue with him.

I love him. My soul loves him. My brain hates him right now.

The blood dries on my hands. I stare and wonder if I will ever figure this out.