I can not believe that one year ago my blog came into existence. I feel like I should be doing something special but I can hardly throw a surprise party for my website because somehow I think it already knows that exact sign-up date! I have been a tad neglectful of regular posts and updates in recent months and for that I feel truly awful. I love everybody that has taken an interest in my blog and those of you who find my posts inspiring, erotic and maybe even a bit whimsical are greatly appreciated.

I do not usually commit to projects for the long-term (I most of the time can never even complete a project) So the fact that my blog is still running is a BIG achievement. I am pretty sporadic in my interests and nothing seems to hold my attention for long… except for kink and sex! I always come back to it and am constantly exploring new fetishes. It is a deep, strong passion and I do not see that dying out anytime soon. I am looking forward to so many things in my website’s second year, annmorette.com has come so far and has so much further to travel and boy am I am excited that you are along for the journey!

For those who don’t know I am a hugely obsessed with The Walking Dead and clearly the wait to October for Season 4 is already getting to me. When I started to watch the first season I was worried about having zombie dreams so I only watched it during the day. No zombie dreams later and I was watching the show in the dark with all the lights off. Now I am spiraling deep into zombie culture and could debate the subject for hours!

This is an actual dream I had last night (with only a few fabrications to make it more interesting and coherent!). I do not usually recall my dreams and its a bit blurry as to who all was there. Was I a part of Ricks group or was it my own personal friends? I think it may have been a mix of both. All I know for sure is that it was Carol and Daryl going in for a kiss and I am still pulling for them to hook up!!! And as a side note I had to resist the urge to refer to the Zombies in this story as Walkers!

“I think we should leave, find somewhere else to go” I reach down to grab two comfy pillows that had fallen to the floor, bringing them into my arms (I am not going anywhere without proper comfort)

“Go where?” a group member asks me

“Away from here, its too dangerous” I reply glancing around the room.

“Its dangerous everywhere, at least here we have a roof over our heads”

“Look, I’m leaving, who will go with me?” I look around at the faces of my friends.  They lower their gaze not wanting to look me in the eye.  No one was sure whether we should stay or go and the decision may be enough to break up our group.

The Walking Dead- Carol and Daryl

I brush past someone’ shoulder who reaches out a hand to stop me. I am almost to the kitchen when I am pulled around. We lean in close and in my mind I chant “kiss kiss kiss” (*In the dream this was a scene between Carol and Daryl; they definitely need to fucking kiss already preferably as I cheer them on! KISS, KISS, KISS!!!)

He pulls the pillows from my arm and then lays back into a pile of wood chips, having used the last logs to keep us warm through the night.  I lean in to try for another kiss but am blocked by him pulling down his khaki pants.  He revels a large stiff cock, his balls looking full, swollen and in need of release.  It must have been days since he had cum but surely even in the apocalypse men find time to masturbate on a regular basis… Right???

I lube up his cock, using my hand to rub up and down his shaft.  I want to take it hungrily in my mouth when I hear the ragged breath of a zombie getting close.  “Hold on, I need a fucking knife” I feel rattled that we are in such a vulnerable position and I have no weapon at the ready.  I quickly get to my feet and find a long bread knife on the stairs.  I pick it up and make the few steps to the kitchen where I am greeted by an approaching zombie.  Her arm is exposed, bone starting to peek through and a wound shows that she was clearly bitten. I quickly dispatch the knife into her skull and as I pull it out she falls in a heap to the floor, blood pooling around her.

A second zombie has just stumbled in behind the second.  I could tell they had been friends based on their clothing; dressed up as if on the way to a ball when they were to meet their match in death. This one got a few swipes in at me before I brought the knife heavy down through her head like an ax.  It was lodged in snug and the effect had hardly ceased her advancement towards me.  I kick her (Chuck Norris style), my shoe landing heavy on her heart, and I was able to pull the knife free causing her to fall to the ground.

Having slowed down she crawls towards me clawing at the carpet.  I back up almost tripping over the first lifeless zombie I took down but keeping my eyes on the second girl; her jaw snapping up towards me wanting to bite my flesh.  I take a deep breath and lodge the knife straight through her eye socket twisting it into her brain.  Her head slumps down and I release the knife handle as she too now begins to leave a puddle of blood on the kitchen rug.

I open a drawer to find a large butcher knife and go to the front door where another zombie is making his way towards the house.  I bring the door closed securing it the best I can as I slowly retreat back up keeping my eye on the zombie through the window.  He soon reaches the door and was now scratching to find a way in.  Flesh is falling off his face showing a half-hinged jaw that eagerly wants to snack on me and my group.

I head back to the man I had left half naked in pile of wood chips to find he was stroking himself.  He looks up when he sees me, a sweaty mess splattered in blood and gives me a wild grin.  I bend back down to my knees letting my hand fit over his.

He guides my fist up and down and as he starts to moan he allows his hand to slip away from mine.  I continued to stroke noticing the effect it is having on him.  I lower my head and flick my tongue across the tip of his penis causing him to throw his head back.  He snaps his eyes shut closed giving out a light groan to match that of the zombie at the front door.

The sound causes me to snap my head back up and just as I do so I feel the warm spurt of cum dripping down onto my hand.  His legs twitch as his breathing becomes even more ragged and drawn out.  I smile as he sits forward and I finish milking his cock.

He looks worn out as I bring my hand to my lips running my tongue over his creamy jizz.  I bring some into my mouth and lick my lips before finally leaning in to get my kiss.  He breaths heavily into me and I let my tongue explore his.  I finally pull back and grabbing my knife I rise to my feet reaching out my hand to help him up.

“Nothing like hand jobs during the Apocalypse” I say as he pulls his pants back up to his waist.

“Woulda been better if had I received an Apocalypse blow job” he laughs giving me a playful wink.

“Well clearly somebody needs to stay alert to save our asses” I reply as I head to the kitchen .

He follows behind me. “Whoa what a mess” He gives a swift kick to the closest zombie.

“We only need to worry about cleaning up if we stay here” I reply seeing the large pools of blood and rotting corpses heaped on the floor.  He grabs my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Let me take care of this, you go join the others”  I smile and walk away slowly dropping his hand as I step out of reach and grabbing the pillows to return them to their original place.

1. If you had a magic beauty wand, what would you give yourself?
a. Shinier hair, hands down.
b. Glowing, soft skin–pass the moisturizer dude.
c. Brighter eyes, with no crows feet—I want to look less tired.
d. Nada. I love what I’ve got.

Out of theses options??? I guess I would go with a. But really I would assume a magic beauty wand would not come with such restrictions!

2. If you were spring cleaning your life what five things would you throw out?

I would love to throw out my excessive weight, anxiety, social phobia, low self-esteem and lack of commitment.

3. If money were no object, what kind of house would you buy?

A small fairytale cottage in the woods near a babbling brook, lake or waterfall, complete with a fruitful garden and stables for a horse (or unicorn!)

4. Have you ever visited an erotic massage parlor AND had a “happy ending”?

Can girls get a massage with a happy ending? But no I have never been to a massage parlor; erotic or otherwise.

Bonus: Using the handy chart, what is your butt type, spanked or not?

I say I have a lovely heart shape bum but I will let you tell me what you think in the comments!

Charlie the Trouser Snake plays with his master too often. It’s time to go out and meet some new friends.

In the forest, Charlie meets Beatrice Beaver, but she will not play with him.

At the beach he meets Betsy the Bearded Clam but she will not play with him either.

Not even Carl Cock-a-doo will play with Charlie, and he normally plays with anyone.

With no friends Charlie goes home to play with himself. But what’s this? A magic hat.

Now everyone wants to play with Charlie. Even Sally the Puckered Starfish!

*content taken from the internet, I was unable to find the original source.

1. What is the most revealing thing you have ever worn in public?

I am self-conscious so the most revealing thing I have worn in public is a corset, showing off my ample bosom and hourglass figure. I would like to get more confident to wear more revealing clothing but I never want to be that girl who “should not be wearing that”. You know the people I am referring to, the old man in a speedo that makes your lunch come back up or the obese women in a too short of a belly shirt making your eyes bulge out of your head!

2. Have you ever unwittingly shown more than you intended in public due to a wardrobe malfunction?

More due to the amount of  alcohol I was consuming then a wardrobe malfunction. I was at gay pride with a friend and I was leaning over people falling into laps. Without my purposely intending to, I ended up showing off my boobs to the patio of a gay bar. Of course this was pointed out to me at a later date as I had been too drunk to notice at the time.

3. Are you more likely to arrive at an event over or under dressed?

Now a days I am more likely to arrive overdressed. I enjoy dressing up and feeling girly but a simple sundress can seem over the top when everyone else is in jeans and a t-shirt. But I feel pretty when I am in a dress or skirt so I feel more confident being over dressed then under dressed.

4. Tell us about a time when you have arrived at a venue and immediately wished you could leave because you were dressed completely inappropriately?

It was my first Erotic Ball and I was not quite ready to go out in any type of fetish wear so I wore a cute navy blue dress with a button up cardigan. I arrived and instantly felt to cutesy and overdressed when everyone else was dressed to the nines in ass-less chaps, latex suits and some wearing nothing but a pair of panties and pieces of tape to cover over their titties. I wanted to leave and change into a corset, short skirt and sexy heels but I stayed and enjoyed my evening, a few drinks later I didn’t even notice what I was wearing!

5. What is the one thing that a lover/man/woman wears that you love with a passion?

Business Suits, a well dressed man turns me on beyond anything else. A suit gives a man an authoritative air, simply demanding attention, I want to grab hold of that tie and pull him in closer. A man in a suit makes me instantly wet and can make me feel very submissive. If you follow my blog I am sure you have noticed that I have a serious fetish for business suits and the well dressed man.

6. What is the one thing that a lover/man/woman wears that you hate with a passion?

A ratty shirt with holes or stains. When a guy doesn’t care about his appearance it says a lot about him. I don’t expect a guy to always dress-up but he should put forth an effort. Especially if we are going out and I take the time to look presentable (makeup, hair, clean clothes), I naturally expect the same in return. Save that t-shirt for when you have been in a relationship for 7 years and no longer want sex, otherwise throw it away and get on with your sexy self!

Bonus: You and your friend are going to a special event and you know that he/she has spent a lot of time and possibly money on their outfit and are very excited about what they have created. They refuse to show you their outfit until you are both ready to leave for the event and you find that they look awful. What do you do?

I hate to lie so I would point out the parts I do like or offer a simple suggestion on what they should add or remove to help the look. Ultimately it comes down to the attitude a person has when wearing an outfit. If they feel bold and confident then it doesn’t matter so much as to what they are wearing.

I found this song several months ago and have listened to it over and over again. It is one of those songs that I never tire of. It feels magical and conjures such strong imagery in my mind.

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Feeling chilly I pulled on my knee socks and threw on a bra and shirt. I stepped back into the room keeping my gaze lowered. I was ordered to take off everything but the socks and get on the bed with my ass in the air. He started just the way I like, slow and building up in in intensity. I felt myself letting go and small moans were escaping my lips. When I began to squirm too much he brought his hand to my clit playing with it and getting me worked up. I was in a state of sensual arousal and I started bucking my hips trying to get him to finger fuck me but he avoided entering my pussy. Leaving me wanting more he resumed the spanks to my glowing ass as I grunted a sign of disappointment.

The smacks began to fall faster and harder and I was beginning to get wild and feisty. I tried wiggling my ass out of his reach jumping all over the bed despite his warnings to hold still. He then wandered the length of my leg pulling off my sock. He quickly used it to secure my hands behind my back. It was much harder to escape his spanking with my hands bound behind me so I started to give verbal protests. I pleaded with him to stop not sure how much more I could take. He urged to me to keep quiet and as I let a swear word slip out from a harsh smack I was greeted with a white sock being pushed in my mouth. I tried to push it out but he stern voice demanded I keep it in as he pulled off my other knee sock and tied it around my head making sure the sock was secured in my mouth without me being able to spit it out.

I was forced to stand and pushed up against the wall where slaps reined down on my breasts. I jumped around wildly not having much experience with breast spankings. The quick stinging slaps were hard to take and I tried not to scream too loudly over the gag (we were in a hotel after all). My breasts were red and readily showing marks I looked Sir M in the eye and was greeted with slaps to my face. It felt degrading and made me extremely horny at the same time. Slap after slap I was left wanting more and using my eyes I pleaded with him not to stop.

I was lead back to the bed and my sore ass got another round of spankings. I felt his weight as he sat down on the bed. This time I moved to be near him, I needed to feel him and have a reassurance that it was alright. I felt his leg go under me as he pulled me into his lap. I sank into him and accepted the further spankings without protest only wanting to be closer to him. My ass was feeling painfully sore  and bruised when I finally got what I wanted. His fingers exploring and finally dipping into my wet pussy.

He untied my hands and allowed me to get in a more comfortable position so that I could rub my clit as he thrust his fingers in and out. I was moaning through the sock in my mouth feeling the dampness as the fabric adsorbed my saliva. Soon he pulled the gag from mouth though the taste of cotton lingered and I licked my lips as I rubbed my button in rapid circles bring myself closer to orgasm. My pussy clenching onto his fingers as I begged him to insert another finger in me. He worked my g-spot and as my orgasm built up I begged him to let me cum. He denied me the first time making my need more urgent and only on third time that I pleaded  did he allow me to cum. I shuddered into orgasm feeling my juices dripping down my thigh and my vagina clenching in a spasm of extacy.

It was a great orgasm on top of a great spanking and I can never look at socks the same way again.

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Feeling Sinful?

I just love her voice in this song, strong, passionate and a fuckin powerhouse!!!

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And so I raise my hands, keeping myself steady
I push out my lacy clad derriere
Swallow a deep breath and close my eyes
I stand here waiting for you
The anticipation growing, I am ready for you to take me

 Go be Sinful!

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