Saturday, November 24, 2012
I had all good intensions. I really did. Then nature took it's course. Lorita is damaged but not destroyed. Sandy did so much damage that I can't begin to explaine. Danny's family beach house...gone. We don't pity ourselves. It's not about that. There are so many on the East Coast that did not have a Thanksgiving meal and will probably not have a Happy Christmas or even a Happy New Year. But this is New Jersey. We survive. Forget all the bullshit about "Jersey Shore". That's all hype and "they" do not represent "us". Luckily the election went right. I dread to see how "Mittens" would have responded to this mess. We all were relocated for a time. Danny and I went to my Mom's place which wasn't to much better. Danny was away for twenty days, spending all his time on the Jersey Shore. I must say that the American Armed Forces were so crucial to our survival. That can not go untold. Members of the Air Force especillay. It was a humble experiance to work a food line againand to feed people a healthy meal. I'm tired . I'm done. I'll continue when I can. Kisses, Rita
Thursday, September 6, 2012
I know it's been a long, long summer and nothing from me. It's just life going on at a rapid pace. A new short story is coming in a few weeks. I think I'll call it "Summer Of My Re-birth". Just need to iron out the details. It will be in the same vein as some of my previous endevors. Please stay tuned! Kisses, Rita
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
No, I'm not gone but it's not like anybody noticed. I hope I'm being a bit sarcastic. It's been a very trying few months. Some health issues for some who are near and dear but I won't go into that. Laura and I are thinking of giving up Lorita and moving to a bit mor "cosmopolitan" environment. That will take awhile to determine. Maybe next year. Since I started this blog a few years ago so many changes have happened. I love writing it because I feel it's very theraputic and I also think (forgive the ego) it's pretty damn well written. We are all, as I'm sure that most of you are, in transition. But my basic philosophy remains constant. I'm not really a religious person and I believe the Bible can be edited down to just two things in order to live a good life. Old Testemant: The Ten Commandments... New Testament: Sermon On The Mount. Everything else is filler. I don't wish to offend if you don't see things my way but that was all I ever needed. You know me. I'm not a bad person. I have so much tolerence for those who are shunned by "normal" society. I just want to cook them a good meal and tell the to be themselves and everything will be alright. Give me some space to adjust and I will be here for you. Kisses...Rita! P.S......Yes, Danny and I are still making "the beast with the two backs"!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
I was on the road when he passed. He was always on the road. West Helena, West Virginia. The only southern root of The Band. A gentleman, first and foremost. The voice of many GREAT songs. A man who truely walked the walk. He looked you in the eye when he talked to you. I knew him. Both Danny and I had spent time with him in Woodstock for a few Midnight Rambles. I always brought food. You had to and I was happy to do it. I loved him. Goodbye Levon....Bound For Glory.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
I saw this HBO special recently about this non-profit organization called "Locks of Love". It really touched my heart. Young people, especially girls struggling with various cancers, have to go through kemo therapy and, as sad result lose their hair. Can you imagine the mental trauma these kids deal with while trying to come to terms with their own mortality? At a time when their self-esteem is at it's lowest, when they need to be in a positive frame of mind, their moral is at it's lowest. People, and especially, their peers are not treating them like the normal girls. They feel that they are freakish in some way. Most won't even leave the house.
By donating at the most 12 Inches of healthy hair will provide these young individuals of some of the most important medicine they will need to recover from something that most of us dread. I'm doing it. I call on you to do it too!
More to come with the other stuff!
Here's the link:
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
A million thoughts were going through my mind as Kevin and I went down to greet my mother and his sister. Most of them concerned covering our tracks. Will she notice anything different about her bedroom? (Shouldn't have used it!) Did we leave any glassware laying around with obvious lipstick prints? We entered the living room to find my mother and Kevin's sister, Sharon, in a tight embrace. "Mom"? She spun around and, with a dazzling smile, opened her arms towards me. "My darling"! I ran into her embrace as if we had been parted for a month and not just a few days. "Mommy has some very special gifts for her princess", she whispered in my ear. She pulled back a bit and I saw a knowing smile break out on her face. She whispered again. "Shalamar, honey"? I could feel my face turning beet red. "I showered", I thought to myself. She took me by the hand and we went to stand with Keven and Sharon who were similarly in an embrace. I gave Sharon a hug as Mom hugged Kevin. I could see she was trying to determine if he was also smelling sweeter than a sixteen year old boy should.
"Jake, dear, please go to the wine cabinet and bring out a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon '96. And four flutes please. We need to celebrate"! I did as told, wondering just what my mother was thinking. As I was fetching the bubbly I quickly stuck my nose down the front of my shirt taking a long sniff. I didn't smell anything but lavender body wash! I returned with the bottle and flutes and put then on a table. My mother opened the bottle and the cork went sailing across the room as the sparkly wine overflowed a bit. We all cheered as she filled the four flutes. "This must be a special occasion, Mom, if you're sharing this with us!", I said. "Oh, it is darling, it is. This trip could not have turned out better. It looks like our little company is on the verge of reaching a global market. We have so many decisions to make and the time is short but if we all pull together I see it as a complete success"! "We?", I thought. I looked to see what Kevin (my darling Karen!) was doing. He had a somewhat dazed expression. For the next hour or so they filled us in on what they had planned. They would be expanding the line to include styles appealing to an upscale younger market. Gowns and other formal attire, swimsuits, lingerie, casual wear etc. There were also plans to collaborate with jewelry and shoe designers as well as some of the top European cosmetic houses. I was taking this all in but my mind was still doing a mental inventory of what we wore over the weekend and if all was truly put to rights. That "Shalimar" incident was still burning in my mind.
We ate a small catered meal and talked for about an hour more. Well, Kevin and I mostly listened. When they were ready to leave I managed to corner Keven alone as I made sure he had the backpack I had put together for him.(for her actually!) We snuck a quick kiss goodbye and I told him I'd call in the morning. Then it was just my Mom and me. Mom was reclining on the sofa as I walked back into the room. "Oh, Darling, I'm just so exhausted"!, she said. She looked at me and that sly smile broke out once again on her face. "So, what have the two of you been up to over the weekend? Anything you want to tell your mother...princess"? "I..uh..I mean we...uh...you know..uh..just fooled around...uh..yeah". "Just fooled around? How so"? "we..uh..swam alot...oh, and Shane was here to clean the pool", I added, trying to get a grip on my thoughts. "Shane? Oh, that reminds me, I need to call him tomorrow about some new business. "So you and Kevin just fooled around all weekend. Hmmmmm...you know Kevin really is a cutie. I wonder...", she whispered. Suddenly she turned all her focus back to me. "Darling, there is a shopping bag on the table in the foyer, would you be a dear and fetch it for me"? I did as requested and handed the shopping bag to her. "I told you I had some surprises for you, honey"! She opened the bag and drew out a gorgeous white satin babydoll nightgown. "Pretty?", she said smiling. "Very!", I nodded. "It's for you, Jessica, my darling daughter. I was stunned to say the least. "Wait, there's more!", she said reaching in the bag and producing a pair of 3 inch satin boudoir pumps with white ecru poms on the toes. "Why don't you slip into these and come back down and relax with me awhile", she purred. I couldn't wait. I dashed up to my room and stripped. I was thrilled to note that the babydoll also included a matching pantie. I was still on a feminine high from the weekend so after adorning that exquisite piece of fluff I sat at my vanity and prettied up my face a bit. Just some subtle mascara and a light lipstick. I placed my feet into the pumps and giggled as I saw my little red nailed tootsies peaking out from under the ecru. "Mommy's home and I'm her little princess!", I thought, happy with myself as I sprayed a tiny bit of Shalimar on my neck. I tied a pretty white lace ribbon in my hair and minced daintily back to my mother.
"Oh, there's my pretty, pretty princess! Turn around and let me see from the back". I turned around striking a classic model's pose for my mothers inspection. "Lovely, simply lovely!", she said as I turned to take a seat near her. I sat and crossed my legs at the knee as femininely as I could. She looked at my feet. "Jessica, I hope that nail polish had time to dry before you slipped on your new pumps!", she admonished. "It's alright, Mommy, I did them Friday night"! As soon as I said it I realized I had just planted my red toe nailed foot right between my lipsticked lips. There was silence which lasted only about ten seconds but it seemed like an eternity. "Really? Friday night. Well, did you go swimming with you sneakers on"? I looked down at my feet. Red toenails. I was betrayed by my red toenails. "Well, did you, Jessica"? "No, mommy", I whispered. More silence. My tummy was tightening up. "Well, young lady, what did Kevin think about that"? I was tongue tied. "Well"? I mumbled something. "What? I didn't hear you, princess. What did he say"? I took a deep breath. "He thought it was pretty cool so I...uh". "Did what darling. Don't be shy. You can tell me anything, you know that". "I..uh..did..uh..his nails..uh..too". There I said it. There was another pause. I looked up to see my mother standing in front of me. She took both my hands and had me stand in front of her. She then led me over to the couch and we sat side by side. She wrapped me in her arms and we sat cuddled up for a minute or two. "It went a bit beyond nail polish didn't it, Jessica"? I nodded. She chuckled. "Oh, my sweet darling girl. How did he look"? "He..uh..she..I mean he..uh..looked gorgeous, mommy". "Tell me", she whispered. So I told.
I went on for what seemed like hours recanting the weekends girly activities. I omitted the sex, of course. There are just things a sixteen year old boy (!) just can't discuss openly with his(!) mother. "So, is Karen a good kisser?", she giggled. "Mom"! "well, is she? No secrets. You can tell me. Listen, baby girl, I wasn't born yesterday. I was your age once. I know what raging hormones in young people are like, so is she a good kisser"? "Yes", I whispered. "Okay, princess, I won't press you for all the gory details. Let's just say I know it didn't stop with kissing, okay"? I nodded. "Tell me more about Karen, darling. How well did she handle walking in heels and dealing with long nails. In other words, can she be as good as you are, princess. I was feeling alot calmer at this point so I opened up a bit more. "As good and maybe even better, mommy"! "Oh, I doubt that, honey!", she said kissing me on top of my head. I giggled at that. I then explained Karen's concern on how her sister would react. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, princess. I'll talk with Sharon". She was silent for a second. "You know, darling, this might just work out to be a big advantage for all of us". "How?, I asked. "Well, I told you we are expanding the line to include clothing for a younger market, right"? "Yeah"? She giggled. "Silly girl! Don't you realize we'll need some models for those clothes?", she said with a smile in her voice. "Models? You mean me and Karen"? "Yes, princess, you and your new girlfriend"! I was in shock. Me...and Karen? Models? I hugged my mother as tight as I could. "Oh, Mommy I love you, I love you, I love you"! I was on cloud nine. I never believed it would really happen but just the thought of it. Dresses, gowns, high heels, lingerie, makeup...and red toenails forever! I looked down at my cute little toes and said, "You betrayed me, little toes, but I'm so glad you did"! My mother just laughed as she put her arms around me. "Oh, silly girl"! It wasn't the toe nails. It was the Shalimar, darling. I giggled at that. I thought I was so careful with things that could be detected with the eyes. I should have been just as careful with the nose. "Don't worry, princess it smells heavenly on you! Now I think it's time we went to bed.It's been a long day for both of us. I agreed but I knew that sleep would be hard to come by that night. "Okay, mommy. I put fresh sheets on your bed and towels in your bathroom for you". Yes, princess, I figured as much!", she said with a knowing grin and a saucy wink. I blushed all the way down to my pretty red toenails! Kisses!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Guess what I did today! I saw my first ever pre-season game with the Yankees! Laura and I are in Florida. She is working with some banks and I am researching the local restaurants. I was so "baseball starved" that I just had to see a game. Over the past few weeks I had be re-watching (with Danny) the great documentary, "Baseball" directed by Ken Burns. If you are a fan you should own it. It really is, along with jazz and our constitution the greatist contributions our nation has made to the culture of the planet. I know that you want me to get back to the "story about the New Girlfriends" and I will but I just needed to share this with you. I'd rather talk about the National Pastime than politics but the way things are going I may not be able to keep my mouth shut for long. I think you know where my sympathies lie!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I hope you all have plans with those you love. Danny and I have a quiet evening planned at home. I'm just about to go down and put together a lasagna because that's what my honey wants. With a bottle of Amarone that sounds just perfect, don't you think? What will I be wearing? Not much by the end of the night but I did find the perfect pair of stockings in bright red! I hope you all get roses! As the years go by I love them more and more. Tonight will be just fantastic. Both of us are off tomorrow so we plan to spend much of our time in bed. Kisses!!!
PS: I hope you enjoyed the previous post. I wonder what will happen next?
I had the sweetest dream. Karen and I were walking hand in hand along a beautiful white sandy beach. The water was that gorgeous turquoise shade you find in the warmer climates. We were both wearing skimpy bikinis with large breasts swaying as we strolled along. Every so often we would stop to embrace and kiss. I could actually feel our big tits press together as we embraced. They were real! I could feel the heat rising between my legs as our nipples playfully rubbed together. After a lengthy kiss we simply gazed into each others eyes and shared a secret smile feeling a cool breeze on our perfectly smooth bodies.
I opened my eyes to see my pretty new girlfriend's face peering down at me with that same smile I had only moments before saw in my dream. I reached my hand up and gently ran my long nails over her soft cheek. Not a word was spoken as I gently brought her lips to mine in a soft kiss. We fell into a tight embrace as our passions built. Smooth hairless legs entwined as our hands roamed over each others bodies. We stayed this way for what seemed like hours never saying a word. It seemed all of our cares and the upcoming obstacles we would face paled in insignificance as we shared our total love and devotion to each other. We were both hard as rocks but the idea of orgasm never entered our minds. The only thing that broke the mood was the phone ringing.
"Hello?....Oh, hi Mom....yeah, just woke up...oh, just this and that, mostly hanging by the pool...really?.....that's great, wow....uh huh....yeah, he's here...umm, no...he's in the shower....oh!.....about what time?....do you need me to pick you up or are you using car service?...okay, well great...I will...see you tonight, bye...love you too, bye.
"What's going on, Karen whispered in my ear as she leaned against my back. I could feel her nipples pressing into me. "Change of plans. They finished up early and are flying back later this afternoon. We have to get a move on and get things back to normal". I stood up and pulled my babydoll over my head as I headed towards the shower. "Come on, dollface, lets shower together to save time". As we washed each other's bodies under the warm spray I filled Karen in on my conversation with Mom. It seems that the trip to "Fashion Week" in New York was a very big success. A London based distributor had been very keen to promote Raven's (My Mom) designs throughout Europe. This was a huge advancement. If it all worked out she would be more financially independent than ever. I'm talking "jet set" here. We spent more time in the shower than planned. Well, can you blame us? After drying off and slipping on some satin shorty robes we went down to the kitchen to make something to eat and plan out the rest of the day. Laundry was a priority, especially my mother's bed sheets. Too many cum stains and lipstick smears. Plus the room needed a good airing out. I figured we had a solid eight hours to get things done so after breakfast we slipped on our bikinis and went for a swim. As we lay side by side on the lounge chairs we bemoaned the fact that our original plans were disrupted. We had originally planned on playing some intense dressup for most of the afternoon ending in some steamy sex that night while stretching out our tight pussies for future fun and games. Now it seemed that Jake and Kevin would be back alot sooner than expected. Needless to say we were pretty bummed out but were thrilled to our feminine cores that we had gotten this far with each other. Karen especially. In one weekend she had gone from a cute but inconspicuous boy who could, with very little help, transform herself into a stunning beauty. Her ability to adapt to being so feminine still amazes me. She always gives me credit but there had to be something there all along to make her so good at it!
By six that evening we were (Ugh!) back in boy mode having divested ourselves of our breasts and long nails. I noticed that Karen still had her toenails painted red and pointed it out to her. "The toes stay polished. I need something to feel like a girl!", she emphatically said. I agreed glancing at the time. "We have about an hour, come with me.", I said as I dragged her up to the Loft. I quickly put together what only can be described as a girly emergency kit. Babydoll nightie, wig, makeup, (plus remover) basic lingerie, four inch heels and two of the smaller dildos. "These are yours until we figure out how to break the news to your sister.", I told her. She wrapped me in her arms and kissed me hard on my pale lips. We were very quickly naked and rolling around on the floor. We wasted no time as we got into a 69 position and brought each other to a very nice cum. As we were getting ourselves back together I heard from down below...."Boys?....we're here...boys? Karen and I looked at each other. "What boys?", I whispered in her ear. We giggled and gave each other a quick peck on the lips and went to greet them.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
First of all I'd like to thank all of you who boosted my hits with my last entry. It's much appreciated. It would be even nicer if you left some comments but, in all honesty, I'm as guilty as anybody else. The New Girlfriends will continue. In what form....I don't know. However......
If you have been reading my blogs then you know that Super Bowl Sunday is special for Danny and me. We tend to do things that we....well, just say we let all of these fantasies come to life. It's always my choice. This year it's a blast from the past. If you remember the first time he saw me dressed as a girl it was Alice from Wonderland. I thought it would be a great time for a sequel. More on that post-game.
I have some thoughts on writing some stand alone pieces. If that is of interest, than let me know.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
"Ow, ow, owww, please stop..it hurts"! I pulled what little I had of my cock out of Karen's rosebud. I looked to see that her eyes were tearing up. Faint traces of mascara running on to her blushed cheeks. "I'm so sorry dollface! Did it hurt that much"? I had wanted so much to fuck her and later have her return the favor that the thought of it being painful never crossed my mind. "I'm the one who's sorry Jess, I really wanted it too!", she sobbed. My heart melted as I took her in my arms and kissed her soft red lips. "It's okay, honey. I should have known we weren't ready for this". We layed together and cuddled in our nighties until we had calmed ourselves down. After awhile we wrapped ourselves in pengiors and went down to the living room. I poured out each of us a snifter of brandy and we sat and consdered our future together as girls. "How are you going to tell Sharon about this?", I asked. She just shook her head. "No idea", she softly replied. " But, it's just so wierd, I have to be a girl now. All weekend I felt like a living doll and I can't let it end. There has to be a way and besides, I promised Shane I would". I thought for a minute. "My Mom will know how. She'll find a way and besides I really think that Shane was right. Your sister will be so totally cool with it"! "I hope so. I love being a girl and wearing pretty clothes and things", she said as she held out the hem of her babydoll. I noted the pretty red nails and giggled. It was so surreal. Here we were, two teenaged boys wearing babydoll nighties molded around our tits, long red nails with lipstick prints on our brandy snifters. "What about the other thing?", she sighed. "What...oh you mean...the other thing?", I replied. She nodded with just the cutest pout on her face. "Well, we'll just have to start out small and work our way up. I contemplated my next move. Standing up I held out my hand. "Come with me, dollface", I said with a smile on my red lips.
Now, Batman has his Batcave, Superman his Fortress Of Solitude, Raven has her studio and I have my Loft. Up to this point I hadn't mentioned it to Karen as in all reality I just didn't think of it. My loft was my mother's idea from the begining. A place where I could retreat from the world and be as feminine as I wanted whenever I wanted. Needless to say I spent alot of time there. It was light and airy and oh so girly. I kept my entire feminine wardrobe there as well as my doll collection. When I was younger I spent many a happy afternoon playing with my dolls. Dressing them in pretty little outfits and playing the mommy. However, as I hit puberty it became a refuge for more, how shall I say, intimate things. When we got to the door I opened it and waited for Karen too enter. She looked around in wonder. "This is my room", I said. "It's beautiful and so cozy", she replied. She walked around looking at my bed with its ruffled white bedspread, my vanity littered with makeup and perfume, my closets filled with dresses and shoes. There is always a hint of perfume in the air.
She sat at my vanity. "You're so lucky, Jessica. I wish I had a place like this". "You do now, honey. I'm sharing it with you"! She gave out a little gasp and rushed into my arms planting little kisses on my face. "I love you, I love you, I love you!", she cried. "Sit, let me show you someting that no one knows I have". I wnt into the back of my closet and brought out a wooden chest. I laid it on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to open it. She gasped as she viewed the contents. IT contained a collection of five dildos. Each one was larger than the previous one. "Where did you get these?", she whispered. " I orderd them online. Nobody but you know about them but you". I warm smile came to her pretty lips. "Do you use them?", she slyly said. It was my turn to smile. "All the time, honey!", I said giving her a long lashed wink. "Even this one?", she said as she held ou the biggest dildo. It was a good seven inces long. I nodded, still smiling! "Show me", she whipered. I crooked my finger at her as I bade her to follow me into my small but fully functional bathroom. From a shelve I took down a box of my "Summer's Eve" douch. "Look and learn girlfriend. Being a girl is a lot more than shaving your legs and putting on makeup", I told her. She watched as I deftly douched myself clean. When I was done I felt so much more feminine if that were possible. "Now you", I said. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. (Stupid expression!) "It'll be okay. I'll help you the first time". I could see she was a bit tense but she needed to learn this. I guided her first douch to her rosebud and she slowly let it enter her. When she squeezed in the contents she let out an audible sigh. When she was done she was grinning from ear to ear. "See, not so bad!", I said giving her a quick kiss on the lips. We retrned to the bed and she lay down. I layed next to her with the largest dildo and a tube of KY. "This helps", I told her as I deftly lubed up my rubber friend. She watched wide eyed as I slowly sunk it's entire length into my little pussy as I had come to think of it. I stroked in and out for abot ten minutes. All the time she looked on in envy. I shoved in in as far as I could and left it there. Take you panties off and lay on your side", I told her breathing heavey. When she complied I lubed up the middle finger of my right hand and ever so slowly entered her "pussy". "Ohhhhhhh....that feels so much better, Jess!", she moaned. Her cock was geeting very erect and slapping me on the chin. I took her in my mouth and sucked constantly running my finger in and out her hot hole. After awile she was thrashing and moaning and I could feel her swell in my mouth as gushes and gushes of hot cum filled my mouth. She was whimpering like a puppy and purring like a kitten as I continued to finger fuck her. When I finally did pull out she let out a little cry. "That was wonderful but now I feel so empty", she moaned. I quickly got out the smallest and thinnest from the set. I held it up to her eyes and she nodded her head. She sighed sweetly as I guided it in to her. We cuddled and kissed for awhile feeling full and content. We dozed off and slept the rest of the night while still impaled on our new toys.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I know you haven't heard much from me lately. I apologize. (Not saying "sorry"!) I've spent the last month in Italy. Alba, actually. Nona,(Monica's grandmother) who is very frail right now insisted that if I wanted to know the proper method of Italian cooking I needed to humble myself and work in a "real" kitchen. So I did. After all my years in various culinary schools and working in great resturants I got a real eye opening experience. I know it sounds like alot of fun but it was pretty hard work. The result is that I walk away with much, much mor appreciation for what I do. I'll try to pick up the pace later on.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Happy New Year to everyone. I just got back from Boston and wanted to wish you all the best in the coming new year. Gee it's 2012 and we still don't have flying cars? What a rip-off! The past year was busy with many changes in my life. Work related, of course. My personal life is still the same. Danny and the girls are all well and (Really!) good! I hope to spend more time writing for you. I haven't forgotten the next installment of "The New Girlfriends" so don't fret. It should come along soon. I'm still trying to find my direction