Sassy and EY's erotic inspiration thread

[SassySheDevil]

I've been given permission to post a picture of my wife's ass and pussy:

haha I was just going to come tell you to link it. which is which???

 

[scotluvsoral]

"Your eyes show the strength of your soul"

Scares me a little, in a hot and sexy kind of way

 

[RjThoughts]

haha I was just going to come tell you to link it. which is which???

I could say the fat hairy one is the pussy, but then that's not clear

 

[Erotically_Yours]

"Your eyes show the strength of your soul"

Oh. My. God!

*drops panties and bends over*

 

[Dribble]

"Your eyes show the strength of your soul"

That's a good girl...bringing it to me...but I brought my own...just for you. I will leave it with you so you can think of me while I am gone.

 

[lurkingguy1978]

"Your eyes show the strength of your soul"

That is amazing! And hot.

And a little terrifying.

 

[Dribble]

Oh. My. God!

*drops panties and bends over*

I don't think there is anything hotter than a woman getting turned on with that warm flush

 

[SassySheDevil]

Scares me a little, in a hot and sexy kind of way

haha that's a good thing!

I could say the fat hairy one is the pussy, but then that's not clear

sorry, I had to do it.

Oh. My. God!

*drops panties and bends over*

My kinda reaction!!

 

[LizVegas79]

It's funny, I just now discovered your thread EY and Sassy and it couldn't have come at a better time!

I saw this picture on another thread earlier today and it gave me a mini anxiety attack that hasn't gone away.

https://i.imgur.com/9SaS05P.jpg?1


I stared at this picture for a long time and then finally made a comment about her pretty shoes (purple is one of my favorite colors!) and the LBD falling off her shoulders. I tried to move on but in the last hour or so I've probably come back to this picture half a dozen times at least.

My "mini" anxiety attack doesn't seem to be going away!

And then I found your thread and it seems like Fate maybe wants me to talk about it. Hopefully, aside from helping myself process and move on (I'm turning 39 next week so that might have something to do with it too! ) maybe what I'm about to say might possibly help someone else wrestling with their own body issues and self-image.

When I look at this picture I see someone who I wanted to be for a long, long time. But except for both being tall (I'm probably taller than her though) we're so opposite it was back then and still remains today utterly impossible that I will ever look anything like her.

Never, ever, ever.

At least not in this life.

I don't have flawless vanilla white skin. I dreamed about being White as a kid but I'm brown and will always be brown.

I don't have full, round, voluptuous and womanly breasts. I had little more than bee stings all thru high school and was convinced no boy (or man) even noticed me because of them. Now, after having two children, I'm a 34B - C at best. But guess what? I look at her breasts and I hate her. And I so, so, still want to be her!

I'm not blonde. I've wanted to be blonde most of my entire life. Especially platinum blonde like her. I've dyed my hair various shades of blonde at least half a dozen different times in my life all with disastrous results. I end up looking like a ghost. A brown ghost trying too hard. I have jet, jet black hair. I use to wear it down to my ass so that guys (hopefully) wouldn't notice how small my boobs were. I wear it a little shorter these days and pamper the hell out of my hair and I actually get quite a few compliments on it. But when I see her cute platinum bob I wish I could cut all mine off and go hide forever somewhere.

And look at those cheekbones! And those sultry Nordic goddess eyes! I know they're there even though her eyes are closed! I've got cheekbones. I actually have blue eyes too. But is that good enough? Guess.

I imagine standing next to her in front of my husband before we met and fell in love. Would he have chosen me over her back then? I imagine how happy he would be with her instead of me. How beautiful their children would be! (ours are beautiful - everyone says so but it's still not enough - I'm convinced theirs would be even more beautiful and talented and smart and everything else.

Fortunately, I am also bi. I have been attracted to other women for almost as long as I can remember. Psychologically it's possible that's what led me to get involved in sports when I was growing up. I don't know. Maybe that's a stretch. But, like I say, fortunately, I can look at a beautiful woman like this and although I hate her, and hate myself for hating her, I want to be with her. Our bod's are so different the two of us together would really be something to stare at.

I look at her and although I know I will never look like her, I can fantasize about being with her. Being friends with her. Getting drunk together. Becoming lovers. Merging into one person.

Why do we compare ourselves to each other? Or worse, chosen icons of beauty that look nothing like us? It's weird but it must involve some degree of human nature because many of us, especially many of us women, do it over and over and over to ourselves.

I am actually in a really happy place in my life right now. Probably the happiest I've ever been. But yet, a single picture of a beautiful woman that I don't identify with at all can send me down the same slippery slope I struggled with as a teenager.

I guess what I'm really saying is that if maybe we can get to a point where we can appreciate our differences, cherish and maybe even allow ourselves to lust after them, then perhaps we won't envy them or hate them ... or worse ... hate ourselves.

(so for post being so long )

 

[Dribble]

Thank you Liz. I would never have guessed you felt this way. You always seemed so confident in your posts. I hope you stick around. We would love if you join us

 

[Erotically_Yours]

I guess what I'm really saying is that if maybe we can get to a point where we can appreciate our differences, cherish and maybe even allow ourselves to lust after them, then perhaps we won't envy them or hate them ... or worse ... hate ourselves.

(so for post being so long )

In all the years I’ve seen you on these boards, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you vulnerable. I appreciate your honesty and respect your bravery.

Once you start appreciating the greatness in yourself, you won’t envy the greatness in others. Ask yourself: what do I have to gain by being blonde with white skin? There has been many times where I have been passed by for the darker skinned, raven haired girl. Beauty is as variable as tastes are. Being blonde with ivory skin isn’t going to matter to the person who isn’t into blondes. Does it change my self worth? I like to think it doesn’t. All beauty dies in the end. I am the same age as you are, and I too am reaching that point where my outter beauty is starting to wither and decay. It doesn’t change who am I am the inside though. It shouldn’t change you either. Be proud of your brown skin. Be proud of your raven hair. Be proud of your boobies too! You’ll find yourself to be a lot happier when you stop comparing yourself to everyone else.

http://i.imgur.com/SpFYIkE.jpg

 

[SassySheDevil]

It's funny, I just now discovered your thread EY and Sassy and it couldn't have come at a better time!

I saw this picture on another thread earlier today and it gave me a mini anxiety attack that hasn't gone away.




I stared at this picture for a long time and then finally made a comment about her pretty shoes (purple is one of my favorite colors!) and the LBD falling off her shoulders. I tried to move on but in the last hour or so I've probably come back to this picture half a dozen times at least.

My "mini" anxiety attack doesn't seem to be going away!

And then I found your thread and it seems like Fate maybe wants me to talk about it. Hopefully, aside from helping myself process and move on (I'm turning 39 next week so that might have something to do with it too! ) maybe what I'm about to say might possibly help someone else wrestling with their own body issues and self-image.

When I look at this picture I see someone who I wanted to be for a long, long time. But except for both being tall (I'm probably taller than her though) we're so opposite it was back then and still remains today utterly impossible that I will ever look anything like her.

Never, ever, ever.

At least not in this life.

I don't have flawless vanilla white skin. I dreamed about being White as a kid but I'm brown and will always be brown.

I don't have full, round, voluptuous and womanly breasts. I had little more than bee stings all thru high school and was convinced no boy (or man) even noticed me because of them. Now, after having two children, I'm a 34B - C at best. But guess what? I look at her breasts and I hate her. And I so, so, still want to be her!

I'm not blonde. I've wanted to be blonde most of my entire life. Especially platinum blonde like her. I've dyed my hair various shades of blonde at least half a dozen different times in my life all with disastrous results. I end up looking like a ghost. A brown ghost trying too hard. I have jet, jet black hair. I use to wear it down to my ass so that guys (hopefully) wouldn't notice how small my boobs were. I wear it a little shorter these days and pamper the hell out of my hair and I actually get quite a few compliments on it. But when I see her cute platinum bob I wish I could cut all mine off and go hide forever somewhere.

And look at those cheekbones! And those sultry Nordic goddess eyes! I know they're there even though her eyes are closed! I've got cheekbones. I actually have blue eyes too. But is that good enough? Guess.

I imagine standing next to her in front of my husband before we met and fell in love. Would he have chosen me over her back then? I imagine how happy he would be with her instead of me. How beautiful their children would be! (ours are beautiful - everyone says so but it's still not enough - I'm convinced theirs would be even more beautiful and talented and smart and everything else.

Fortunately, I am also bi. I have been attracted to other women for almost as long as I can remember. Psychologically it's possible that's what led me to get involved in sports when I was growing up. I don't know. Maybe that's a stretch. But, like I say, fortunately, I can look at a beautiful woman like this and although I hate her, and hate myself for hating her, I want to be with her. Our bod's are so different the two of us together would really be something to stare at.

I look at her and although I know I will never look like her, I can fantasize about being with her. Being friends with her. Getting drunk together. Becoming lovers. Merging into one person.

Why do we compare ourselves to each other? Or worse, chosen icons of beauty that look nothing like us? It's weird but it must involve some degree of human nature because many of us, especially many of us women, do it over and over and over to ourselves.

I am actually in a really happy place in my life right now. Probably the happiest I've ever been. But yet, a single picture of a beautiful woman that I don't identify with at all can send me down the same slippery slope I struggled with as a teenager.

I guess what I'm really saying is that if maybe we can get to a point where we can appreciate our differences, cherish and maybe even allow ourselves to lust after them, then perhaps we won't envy them or hate them ... or worse ... hate ourselves.

(so for post being so long )

I sat here trying to think of how to respond. But I realize this is no different then how most women look at their body parts in general. It always seems like we want what we don't have. I'm short. So for a long time, I wanted to be tall (no longer)
I'm big chested. So I wanted smaller, perkier boobs. What I wouldn't give to buy bras in normal stores, that didn't cost an arm and a leg. For so long all I could buy was black, white, or nude. Barf.
Like you said. I could dye my hair blonde. But boy did that fry my hair, and wow did I look like a pale ghost. Why can't I have long legs? I go in the store and buy Capris and they fit me like normal pants.

But I've come to accept that all of those things are in my head. Because When I lost 60 pounds and I got Skinny, I still looked in the mirror and saw "fat me" I still kept saying "A few more pounds" Then a guy went out of his way to come get a cart from me and offer to put it away for me. I watched him just go put it away in the cart return and I thought "ugh. He just did that as an excuse to come up and flirt with me, guys never did that when I was fat" But why was I mad at this? Isn't that what I kind of wanted? Guys whistled at me, they looked at me, they got whip lash. But why wasn't I now happy?
Because now they liked me for what I looked like, and not who I was. Because no matter what I looked like, I still saw the old me every time I looked in the mirror. So I realized that the demons were in my head. Not in everyone elses eyes. Not in my mirror.
A battle I have to fight. No one else.

So this is why I hope we can all come together and share stuff like this.

 

[Erotically_Yours]

I still like my flogger for warming up...just something about dragging it over the body before swinging it. The smell of leather...but to paddle...floggers suck.

Oh, I forgot to respond to this. SOMEBODY distracted me with their flogger in their teeth. Not going to name names...

I wholeheartedly agree. Floggers are best used for sensation play. That tickle after dragging one across lit-up skin feels... exquisite! But for striking? Meh. It makes a nice noise, which in of itself plays into sensation play too, but it certainly doesn’t hurt. It’s a good beginner tool for those who don’t know their pain tolerance though.

I like my crop personally. It covers both sensation play and pain. Paddles are fun too.

 

[hairball18]

Since we're doing silly ones...

It may be silly to you, but it is gorgeous to me.

 

[Dribble]

Oh, I forgot to respond to this. SOMEBODY distracted me with their flogger in their teeth. Not going to name names...

I wholeheartedly agree. Floggers are best used for sensation play. That tickle after dragging one across lit-up skin feels... exquisite! But for striking? Meh. It makes a nice noise, which in of itself plays into sensation play too, but it certainly doesn’t hurt. It’s a good beginner tool for those who don’t know their pain tolerance though.

I like my crop personally. It covers both sensation play and pain. Paddles are fun too.

Hey...she distracted me too.

Here is what I think...we should make a sassy sandwich...you using yours, and me using mine

 

[JerseyJade]

It's funny, I just now discovered your thread EY and Sassy and it couldn't have come at a better time!
……..

(so for post being so long )

Wow Liz. Just wow

 

[JerseyJade]

I hate my nose. Just saying.

 

[inkandiridiumnibs]

It's funny, I just now discovered your thread EY and Sassy and it couldn't have come at a better time!

<passes Liz a bakers dozen of roses>

Thank you for being honest and sharing your thoughts.

 

[RustyIron]

Since we're doing silly ones...

Well Fuck! There is nothing silly about your ass what so ever!. I'd Hug it for sure.

It's funny, I just now discovered your thread EY and Sassy and it couldn't have come at a better time!

I saw this picture on another thread earlier today and it gave me a mini anxiety attack that hasn't gone away.

I stared at this picture for a long time and then finally made a comment about her pretty shoes (purple is one of my favorite colors!) and the LBD falling off her shoulders. I tried to move on but in the last hour or so I've probably come back to this picture half a dozen times at least.

My "mini" anxiety attack doesn't seem to be going away!

And then I found your thread and it seems like Fate maybe wants me to talk about it. Hopefully, aside from helping myself process and move on (I'm turning 39 next week so that might have something to do with it too! ) maybe what I'm about to say might possibly help someone else wrestling with their own body issues and self-image.

When I look at this picture I see someone who I wanted to be for a long, long time. But except for both being tall (I'm probably taller than her though) we're so opposite it was back then and still remains today utterly impossible that I will ever look anything like her.

Never, ever, ever.

At least not in this life.

I don't have flawless vanilla white skin. I dreamed about being White as a kid but I'm brown and will always be brown.

I don't have full, round, voluptuous and womanly breasts. I had little more than bee stings all thru high school and was convinced no boy (or man) even noticed me because of them. Now, after having two children, I'm a 34B - C at best. But guess what? I look at her breasts and I hate her. And I so, so, still want to be her!

I'm not blonde. I've wanted to be blonde most of my entire life. Especially platinum blonde like her. I've dyed my hair various shades of blonde at least half a dozen different times in my life all with disastrous results. I end up looking like a ghost. A brown ghost trying too hard. I have jet, jet black hair. I use to wear it down to my ass so that guys (hopefully) wouldn't notice how small my boobs were. I wear it a little shorter these days and pamper the hell out of my hair and I actually get quite a few compliments on it. But when I see her cute platinum bob I wish I could cut all mine off and go hide forever somewhere.

And look at those cheekbones! And those sultry Nordic goddess eyes! I know they're there even though her eyes are closed! I've got cheekbones. I actually have blue eyes too. But is that good enough? Guess.

I imagine standing next to her in front of my husband before we met and fell in love. Would he have chosen me over her back then? I imagine how happy he would be with her instead of me. How beautiful their children would be! (ours are beautiful - everyone says so but it's still not enough - I'm convinced theirs would be even more beautiful and talented and smart and everything else.

Fortunately, I am also bi. I have been attracted to other women for almost as long as I can remember. Psychologically it's possible that's what led me to get involved in sports when I was growing up. I don't know. Maybe that's a stretch. But, like I say, fortunately, I can look at a beautiful woman like this and although I hate her, and hate myself for hating her, I want to be with her. Our bod's are so different the two of us together would really be something to stare at.

I look at her and although I know I will never look like her, I can fantasize about being with her. Being friends with her. Getting drunk together. Becoming lovers. Merging into one person.

Why do we compare ourselves to each other? Or worse, chosen icons of beauty that look nothing like us? It's weird but it must involve some degree of human nature because many of us, especially many of us women, do it over and over and over to ourselves.

I am actually in a really happy place in my life right now. Probably the happiest I've ever been. But yet, a single picture of a beautiful woman that I don't identify with at all can send me down the same slippery slope I struggled with as a teenager.

I guess what I'm really saying is that if maybe we can get to a point where we can appreciate our differences, cherish and maybe even allow ourselves to lust after them, then perhaps we won't envy them or hate them ... or worse ... hate ourselves.

(so for post being so long )

Liz I never would have guessed ever you felt this way, you always seem so in control and confident.
Damn, my perceptions have been wrong for so many years, and not as good as I thought they were.
This thread is amazing, I like the raw honest truths that you all are talking about, I would never in a million years have believed what I am reading.
You are very brave and strong for being so honest and vulnerable. AMAZING!

In all the years I’ve seen you on these boards, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you vulnerable. I appreciate your honesty and respect your bravery.

Once you start appreciating the greatness in yourself, you won’t envy the greatness in others. Ask yourself: what do I have to gain by being blonde with white skin? There has been many times where I have been passed by for the darker skinned, raven haired girl. Beauty is as variable as tastes are. Being blonde with ivory skin isn’t going to matter to the person who isn’t into blondes. Does it change my self worth? I like to think it doesn’t. All beauty dies in the end. I am the same age as you are, and I too am reaching that point where my outter beauty is starting to wither and decay. It doesn’t change who am I am the inside though. It shouldn’t change you either. Be proud of your brown skin. Be proud of your raven hair. Be proud of your boobies too! You’ll find yourself to be a lot happier when you stop comparing yourself to everyone else.

EY you get it for sure, nailed it, I disagree on one point, your outer beauty is not withering or decaying, it may be changing slightly, but no less beautiful by any stretch of the imagination.

I sat here trying to think of how to respond. But I realize this is no different then how most women look at their body parts in general. It always seems like we want what we don't have. I'm short. So for a long time, I wanted to be tall (no longer)
I'm big chested. So I wanted smaller, perkier boobs. What I wouldn't give to buy bras in normal stores, that didn't cost an arm and a leg. For so long all I could buy was black, white, or nude. Barf.
Like you said. I could dye my hair blonde. But boy did that fry my hair, and wow did I look like a pale ghost. Why can't I have long legs? I go in the store and buy Capris and they fit me like normal pants.

But I've come to accept that all of those things are in my head. Because When I lost 60 pounds and I got Skinny, I still looked in the mirror and saw "fat me" I still kept saying "A few more pounds" Then a guy went out of his way to come get a cart from me and offer to put it away for me. I watched him just go put it away in the cart return and I thought "ugh. He just did that as an excuse to come up and flirt with me, guys never did that when I was fat" But why was I mad at this? Isn't that what I kind of wanted? Guys whistled at me, they looked at me, they got whip lash. But why wasn't I now happy?
Because now they liked me for what I looked like, and not who I was. Because no matter what I looked like, I still saw the old me every time I looked in the mirror. So I realized that the demons were in my head. Not in everyone elses eyes. Not in my mirror.
A battle I have to fight. No one else.

So this is why I hope we can all come together and share stuff like this.

The Demons in the head or the voice on the shoulder are such naaassssty little pricks aren't they.

I have my own little fuckers that I can't get rid of, But I am so glad that youself and the others are at realizing that these demons, are not seen by many who care about you, and we will never know, unless you are brave enough to expose them to us.

I take my hat off to the all who, expose your honesty, vulnerabilities and your true self to those of us that don't know, or understand what your going thru every single day.
Beauty takes on many colors, shapes, and forms, it's not just about what you see in the mirror each day, it's the person as a whole that is beautiful.

Thank you all for being so honest and keep up the good work. Your all amazing.

 

[Miles Long]

Liz, that is one of the most thoughtful and articulate reflections I’ve ever read here. It resonates with me in so many ways, as I’m sure it does with many, many others.

 

[peekingone]

Since we're doing silly ones...

Yes and may I give it a too?

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

Why do we compare ourselves to each other? Or worse, chosen icons of beauty that look nothing like us? It's weird but it must involve some degree of human nature because many of us, especially many of us women, do it over and over and over to ourselves.

Meanwhile, I’ve always admired Latinas and Indian women. I’m a pasty white girl with reddish dishwater blonde hair, I don’t even tan much in the sun before turning lobster red. No amount of hair dye or trips to the tanning salon will ever make me look like one of you.

I think maybe it’s human nature to always want what we can’t have. We should train our heads to appreciate, rather than envy.

 

[Deprived_in_AZ]

Oh, and EY and Sassy, excellent thread, ladies, thank you.

 

[SassySheDevil]

Meanwhile, I’ve always admired Latinas and Indian women. I’m a pasty white girl with reddish dishwater blonde hair, I don’t even tan much in the sun before turning lobster red. No amount of hair dye or trips to the tanning salon will ever make me look like one of you.

I think maybe it’s human nature to always want what we can’t have. We should train our heads to appreciate, rather than envy.

Yes. True.

 

[SassySheDevil]

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