I decided that as a funky way to divert you my lovely readers to my favorite blogs on this here tinterweb I would play a little leap frog and hop over to some my favorite, not to mention the sexiest places in the blogosphere!

Fancy a little road trip?

I have packed enough for a month! My suitcase is bursting at the seams, and holy hell that’s just the sex toys! I pile the suitcases into my little car, wave a quick goodbye to the children and a hysterical (nearly) husband and get myself on the road.

The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and the I-5…. Fortunately Kate’s lent me her sporty Merc SLK….. wait, stop, this sounds horribly like a book (I hate to admit) that I have read….. And I’m not going in search of any Steely Grey Eyes!

Vesta Goddess……

I head East from my house and decide to make a quick stop at my good friend Vesta’s. I park outside her beautiful home, the garden neatly trimmed and clipped, I giggle to myself wondering if her front lawn is as well manicured. I walk towards her front door, she opens it before I have time to knock, the perfect hostess she welcomes me.

Vesta is beautiful, tall, elegant, graceful. She is wearing her apron, it is tied around her sexy curves, as she turns to show me through to the kitchen for some tea my mouth drops open. Vesta is completely naked underneath! The jutt of her bottom pokes out through the fabric of her apron which neatly covers the remainder of her bare skin. I cant help but give her bottom a quick squeeze as we enter the kitchen. She turns and glares at me, shit, before dissolving into riotious giggles and handing me a cup of tea and a very British scone with homemade butter and jam!

I am just about to tuck into my scone when Vesta’s (nearly) husband wanders in from the garden. He wears nothing except a Panama and a broad smile. I almost snort into my tea, choking myself on the mouthful I have just taken. He moves the seat next to me, placing a neatly ironed tea towel down on the brand new chair before seating his naked buttocks down. Crossing his legs he talks to me about the Olympics, our fabulous performance in the velodrome and how sore his bottom gets after a good hard ride, I wipe the tears from my eyes as I desperately try to hide my hysterical giggles, Vesta delicately sips her tea, avoiding eye contact with me for fear she will completely lose her composure.

After I have recovered from my giggles we manage a half normal converstaion before it is time for me to move on to my next destination. Vesta piles my car with cupcakes and a flask of tea, slipping an emergency bottle of wine into the passenger footwell in case I need it to recover from the shock. As I start my engine she hands me 2 knitted items, a beautiful pair of pink knitted handcuffs and a flogger, she winks at me, mummuring that the WI can be smexy! I wonder what on earth she does with her jam!

As I drive away I notice in my rear view mirror that Mr Goddess is chasing a giggling Vesta up the garden path, a spring in his stride and a pointy stick, no wait- not a stick, in his hand! I smirk to myself, this is only the beginning and I have already experienced fluffy handcuffs and naturists!

I drive east towards the M50 and England, now, where to next?

This post originally appeared at misslilyspad.com/miss-lilys-fantasy-blog-hop-vesta-goddess