A helping hand

May is Masturbation Month. Did you know that? My thanks to Advizor for the timely reminder.

In consideration to boosting and (hopefully) improving my sex life, I'm choosing to not only meet his challenge and go for a perfect month (31/31), I also decided quite impulsively that Od should take this challenge as well. Yes, that's right. The man who hasn't jerked himself off in God knows how long (possibly over a year) has been given his orders. Or assigned a task. Requested to participate. However it suits his sensitive little ears these days.

Every morning after our snuggle time he's going to put on a show for me. Or lull me back to sleep with the rocking motion of his arm. Either or, win-win.

I'll be joining in the celebration myself later in the day when I have the house to myself.

Some of my readers are familiar with our experimentations and struggles with chastity play. Od's a bit off/on about wearing a device (even though he voluntarily indulged me for a few weeks in March as a surprise - God, I do miss that...) but he's flawless when it comes to the honor system. There's been no orgasms without Freya. And honestly, those have slowed to a moderate trickle in the last 4..5..6.. months or so. I've been taking clues from him and holding out for receptive signs instead of attacking him as I was wont to do. What I've discovered, simply put, is that I have a much higher sex drive than my husband. He just does not seem to be cast from the same mould as other men. In most regards I'm thankful for that. But I'm looking to boost his libido (to use it against him, of course, this is me, after all) and I'm hoping that continuous orgasms might do the trick. Couldn't hurt, right? If anything... I'll have good reason to slap that cock cage back on him in 31 days' time. *grins*

I plan on posting a few updates throughout the month. I'm very curious to see what transpires.

On another note...watch this space for the conclusion to Navy boy. I'm having a hard time wrapping it up in a tidy bow, but it's coming along.

The gift of submission

My Valentine's plans never panned out. Not even the make up weekend. After my whole family got sick the weekend before, Od and I had just the night of the 14th to have a quick dinner out. Then my immune system succumbed  the next day. I recovered by the following weekend but we had a birthday party to attend on the only available night we could have possibly escaped for some hotel fun. *sigh...*

I'd chalked the holiday up as a loss and hoped for better luck next year. Not without minimal pouting mind you. Freya doesn't like not getting her way. I was reeeeaaaaallllly looking forward to hotel sex. There's just something more about it, isn't there?

He decided to make it up to me. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It involved cuffs, restraints, his ass, and the opportunity for lots and lots of teasing. I hadn't had him tied up since.....well, since, uh...actually I can't remember, and Jesus that means it's been way too fucking long. Od kinkified the bed frame with a bunch of bondage hardware over the summer for the new bed we purchased in April of 2011. So it's been since before then. That's almost a year, people!

I found him in the bedroom where he was taking a nap. I peeked under the bed hoping to see that he'd already attached the restraints. He most certainly had. Good boy that he is, he also had the cuffs and his unused collar set out. I rustled through the dresser drawers and located the lube, some condoms, and his Lelo Billy before waking him. I crawled under the covers with the cuffs in hand and kissed him awake. Before he was entirely roused I had him cuffed and spread on the bed, ready for the restraints. I hadn't used the new attachments before so he lent me advice when necessary. There's something wholly satisfying when the bound are willing, even eager. I'm not much for bondage - not visually anyway - but I do love the control it represents. I could feel myself centering, focusing, and intensifying with each tightening of the straps. Made my inner domme very grrrrrrrr. I knew before he felt a single teasing touch that there was one thing to be taken care of. Me.

After securing the straps and checking the tightness one last time I worked my way up the bed and settled myself behind his head on my hands and knees. I tormented him momentarily, dangling my nipples out of reach then letting him feast. I pulled away and climbed forward, stopping directly where we both wanted me to be. I brushed myself side to side against his mouth, my lips on his. His technique was different without the use of his hands to guide my hips. Longer licks, less of his beard grinding into me, and I do think there was more enthusiasm. By the state of his cock, I'd say definitely more enthusiasm. He was standing proud and leaking a tiny river down his shaft, over his hip, and making a wet spot beside him on the sheet.

I was using his face for my own pleasure, but judging by the sounds he was making (my god the sounds he made!) he was receiving his own brand of happiness. I just didn't expect how much. The closer I get to orgasm, the harder I grind, and the harder I grind, the lower my face gets to his lap. His cock and I were having a staring contest. My instinct was to stick my tongue out juuuuuust a little bit to tease him, but I held back. It brushed against my cheek and my hair got tangled on it with the thrashing around I was doing. At the final moment before I came I squeezed my eyes shut and let the intense pleasure crash through me. Exhausted, with shaky legs, panting out deep breaths I opened my eyes. To discover that Od had cum all over my shoulder and collarbone. I'd never felt it hit me. I couldn't believe what I was looking at and did a quick mental rundown of all sensations in the last few minutes, thinking perhaps I'd grabbed him or pressed against him hard enough with my cheek to give him the friction he needed. I drew a blank, so I asked him. He was a little winded and trying to catch his breath, but said he felt nothing other than what I recalled - a brush from my cheek and a few from my tangled hair.

He said "See? I told you I really love your pussy" with a grin in his voice.

"Apparently."

It was an amazing thing to happen. I've yet to find a way that he can't get off. Usually that's a good thing. But I was put out by the fact that I wouldn't get to carry through with my plans for the night. My plaything was all played out. So we called it a night, I unfastened the restraints, rubbed his wrists and ankles and we cleaned up, then cuddled under the covers. But I warned him in no way did this mean his ass was safe from me just yet.

Sharing is caring

I casually mentioned in my last post that my husband and I had a conversation around the concept of "sharing". By the request of a commenter, I've decided to explain the how and why this talk happened. Plainly speaking, I wanted to know how Od felt about monogamy. We hadn't clearly defined our rules. Ever. Like so many things with us, monogamy has been an unspoken understanding.

Something I've learned from years of reading blogs, listening to pod casts, and having discussions with other people is that "cheating" is a relative term. Like most people who set out to be married for a long time I just assumed that my marriage partner would be my only partner. So far, so good. Uh...sort of.

There was that one little time when I kinda almost cheated. But we're way past that now. Od knows about it because in a soul baring conversation I told him all about it. He understood and even went so far as to apologize for leaving me unhappy for so long. We healed. But now that we're healed, are our rules the same as they were before we started exploring our sexuality? I assumed our unspoken agreement was still in effect. There's a good reason for that saying they have about assumptions.

I think. I think a lot. My thoughts jump from topic to topic inside my head as I go about my business. One night back in January I had the idea of "sharing" on my mind. Can't recall why, but it was there. Most likely I was mulling over a setback in our relationship and wondering when things would settle, or if they would settle, and exactly what that meant. After trying so many new things for the last year it's apparent that some ideas aren't sticking and I'm having a hard time coming to terms with that fact. What I mean to say is that my husband is not as submissive as I'd like him to be but I still find myself desiring an outlet for my dominant needs. So here I am washing dishes while Od is at the kitchen table on his laptop. Inside my head I'm questioning the possibility of getting what I want, while knowing it most likely won't be from him. All sorts of what if scenarios run through my head. None of them match up with my wedding vows and this unspoken understanding we have about monogamy. Suddenly I have a need to know, in his own words, how highly he values the concept. So I ask.

"How do you feel about sharing?"

Confused look. "About sharing what?"

"Each other."

Confused look continues. "What do you mean? Explain it to me."

"With other people. In regards to monogamy."

"Oh. Well. Hmm." Long pause with his eyes searching the ceiling. "I can think of a handful of situations where that might happen."

It's my turn to look confused, because I expected to drop the question on him and give him the required week or two he needs to come back with a reply. "Really?!? You've thought about that? In what ways?"

And then he goes on to describe 4 different ways in which that might be possible. All of them incorporate a third party to the mix, and I can't help but be excited that he seems to understand my wishes. All 4 scenarios include another man. As surprised as I was that he had a ready made response, I couldn't help but acknowledge that my ideas were just a little different than his. Do I share them? Do I drop it for now, happy with the fact that he's not opposed? I go for it.

"Okay. I like those ideas. What about something different?"

"Different how, like swapping?"

"No, not really. Different as in...a situation where you might not be directly involved. Sort of.....*deep breath*...sortoflikeahallpass."

"Like a hall pass?"

"Yes. A hall pass."

He thinks. Thinks some more. I hold my breath as my eyebrows climb my forehead.

More thinking. More breath holding. I try not to do that nervous laughing/smiling thing I do.

Finally he answers. "I guess so. It really depends."

I know where his mind is leading him. "You mean the who, the where, being safe and smart, and all that?"

"Yes." He seems relieved that for a change that I'm not rolling my eyes at his need for safety rules.

"Okay, I get that. So you're not saying no?" I ask him incredulously.

"No. I'm not."

I smile at him and shake my head in wonder, knowing that I've used my limit of pushing boundaries this evening. Pleasantly surprised and content with our conversation I kiss him and tell him I love him.

It seems we have a new understanding.

Love Bug

The actual day that Valentine's falls on this year is little more than afterthought to those who would celebrate it. Sure, there will still be cards passed and boxes of chocolate left to be discovered, and many couples will be turning down the sheets earlier than usual. But the weekend is the best time to celebrate when the holiday falls mid-week. Bigger plans can be made. Relaxed dinners without the stress of a work day. Late night out. More drinks. Possibly even sneaking away for the entire weekend, should you find yourself that lucky.

I made it clear that I hoped for a repeat of last year. Simple really. Hotel room. Jacuzzi bath. Me. Him. Accessories. And lots and lots of loud, fun, deviant sex.

As far as our kids were concerned we were going to be spending the evening in the city dining at an upscale restaurant and staying the night because we didn't want to drink and drive. In reality we were going to be 10 minutes away shacking up and getting down and dirty. Just how I wanted it, too. *sigh.......* It was not to be.

Wisely, I did a quick verbal check-in last week to mention our Valentine's plans. I was leaving the planning to him and I was getting nervous because 1.) he's terrible at any combo of remembering/planning and 2.) I needed these plans to happen like you wouldn't believe, so forgetting was NOT an option. When he stuttered his response about thinking that Valentine's weekend was the following weekend, my high hopes lost their footing for a minute. I regrouped, corrected his misunderstanding, and did the thing I do where I begin calculating the odds of things working out how I'd imagined. Odds were still in my favor. Until Friday.

Our dog has nothing on me when it comes to being alerted by the sounds of someone approaching. I can tell who's in the driveway based on the engine, and I know exactly who is going to walk in the door based solely on the jingle and scrape of their keys as they attempt entry. Imagine my surprise, concern, dismay, and even more concern when I hear Od's keys shortly after lunchtime. He should not be home. Before I can find him I hear the bathroom door being slammed shut. "This is probably not good" I think to myself. And when I see him emerge wearing only half his clothes, a sheen of sweat, and a green complexion as he walks right past me to the kitchen for a glass of water before he heads right back to the bathroom and slams the door again I know for sure my weekend plans went right down the shitter. Along with Od's lunch. And breakfast. And whatever else he'd eaten in the last week, apparently. I mutter an all encompassing "fuuuuuu-uck", then resign myself to new plans. Good thing that room hadn't been booked after all.

I get him squared away in the bedroom, then begin my weekend long damage control. I text daughter to NOT let her boyfriend get dropped off at our house, then promise to make it up to her later. I run errands to the bank, the grocery, and the library after warning the kiddos to save themselves and avoid their dad and that particular bathroom. Upon asking for help with the groceries, daughter informs me she doesn't feel well. This could be due to a myriad of things : she drank too much chocolate milk, has cramps, is tired, would rather avoid having to actually be helpful, or......really doesn't feel well. After grumbling through the grocery unloading with the forced labor of my other teenager I soon found out. She really didn't feel well.

Patient #2 required a bit more hand holding and coddling than the first. While I discouraged her from showering and taking up valuable bathroom time (I was trying to keep things quarantined and one speck of vomit in the hair does not constitute needing a shower) I noticed her phone on the sink. It was on. Puking your guts out does not mandate a need to abandon a conversation, it seems. I took a moment to discuss the inappropriateness of phones in the bathroom - EVER - to her. The things that poor boy must have heard over the phone.

I quickly moved on from silently lamenting my lack of sexy weekend plans and went into self defense mode. I battened down in the t.v. room with my laptop, some DVDs, and snacks. I would have slept in there if sleep was possible on the lumpy beast that serves as our couch. I held off until 4 a.m. before I cautiously crawled into bed fully clothed and facing away from Od.

Lysol wipes, Oust, and Clorox were my best friends this past weekend. My only Valentine action so far was Sunday,  playing chaperone to my daughter and her boyfriend as I took them out to eat and to the movies to make up for their lost plans on Friday. Daughter snapped back to health like only kids can while Od is still suffering and hanging onto his intestinal misery like only he can.

Late last night I was weighing the odds again in my head of maybe attempting some semblance of a date on Tuesday night if Od feels any better by then. Any crazy, hot, hotel sex will have to wait for next weekend at the earliest. As I lay in bed and mentally prepped myself for the Monday task of sanitizing the entire house I heard the bathroom door slam down the hall. Patient #3. The kid whose own doctor wouldn't even know him because it's been so long since he's been sick is now sick. Violently. In the bathroom. All night.

It's now Monday and all signs are still good from me. I know I'm probably cursing myself for even typing that sentence. There's probably multiplication and mutation of unwelcome varieties going on inside me right now. Time will tell. I hope I make it out alive.

Freya fucks her man

If you recall, my husband and I set up a very special date. The final frontier beckoned, and I was as excited as a 16 year old boy on prom night. It takes a different mind set to be the fucker as opposed to the fuckee. I wanted to be considerate, especially since I was handling ass - always want to be careful there - but more than anything I wanted it to be good for him. Now...from a woman's perspective I haven't worried much over that aspect of sex. My customers have always been satisfied...so to speak. But as a woman, I know all too well how tricky it can be to obtain pleasure when you hand over that task to a partner. This was the biggest gender-bending experience of my life so far. I would be wielding a cock of my very own and suddenly I was worried for the first time if I would be any good. I had a couple things going for me :

1.) we've experimented with anal play before, so I know what he likes
2.) Od is very easy to get off
3.) I'm a good hula hooper. It's all in the hip action, baby. ;)

There was no plan of action, other than to get him really turned on, hide my nerves (yeah, I had some), and take things slowly. Because I was so excited about Saturday being The Saturday, I never took notice of the actual date. I didn't expect that this would become a threesome : me, Od, and Mother (fucking) Nature. Aaaaaaand... that's exactly what happened. Morning of. During some very nice wake up sex, too.

Od glanced down (like all you men do) and "Wow, you're really wet" turned into "Oh. You're wet" with a pointed look.

Are you kidding me? Every time. Every god damned time. I haven't escaped a birthday, holiday, graduation, vacation, first day of school, or any other big day without that bitch running interference. Well. There was my wedding day. But I was pregnant. *groan*

Okay, I could handle this. Not much had to change. It would simply be a one-sided affair. Reciprocation could wait. For those of you thinking "what's the big deal?" I would normally agree, we're not squeamish about that kind of thing - but on days 1,2, or 3? No.....just, no.

That evening when the house was ours and ours alone we made our way to the bedroom and got ready. It was kind of sweet the way he helped me get my harness on, holding my hand to steady me as I fumbled with all the straps. I don't care how experienced you are - some things are always going to be awkward. But I rolled with it. When I was finally strapped in I had a new appreciation for what males go through to deal with unruly erections. I had to have extra clearance just to make the corner between the bed and the dresser. That thing was everywhere.....catching on the comforter, poking Od in the side.......*giggle* I actually liked that one. Tit for tat.

He never let on if he was nervous or having any reservations, but I asked him if he was sure about this and the response was positive. I wanted him really hard and on edge before I penetrated him so I knelt down between his legs and began with a long, slow blowjob to get him to relax (at first) and after a few minutes I got the tap and heard "okay, stop" - his signal to me that he's pretty close. It was time.

I wanted face to face for his first experience for three reasons. I wanted the intimacy this position allows, I needed to gauge his facial expressions, and I wanted easy access to his cock. I was curious as I could be to see if he could cum from the thrusting and prostate stimulation alone, but if not, then he still deserved a happy ending. ;) I knew there was also the risk that his cock would lose interest and drop. That happens sometimes with prostate play. I lubed him up, massaging as much as I could without letting my fingers go in (he doesn't like that), then...after shifting into position and adding a pillow to make up for height differences, and an amusing momentary role reversal where his ankles were on my shoulders for a change, I ever-so-gently pushed into him. I'll have you know I was an extremely considerate lover, checking his comfort levels, asking him which thrusting patterns he preferred, and we settled into a rhythm. You know what I noticed? I noticed how weird it wasn't. Not at all. It was just me and him, having sex. After I got over the mind fuckery of exchanging traditional roles, it was no big deal at all. Just a new trick to throw in the bag and pull out on occasion. We will, most definitely, be doing that again. I'm getting the itch for it already.

He did not cum from the penetration alone. After a minute or two of thrusting I couldn't keep my hands off of him and I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. I paused my hand when he announced he was going to cum, but his orgasm backed away out of reach. I started moving my fist over him again and soon after that he came - everywhere. Like a geyser. It was spectacular to watch.

Afterwards as we cuddled and pet each other side by side, I asked him his thoughts on the event.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah...I did"

"Is it something you'll want to do again?"

"Yeah...we can do that again." *smirk*

"Did you really like it?" I asked one last time.

"Well...it's not like I'm ever going to beg you to bend me over and fuck my ass, but you like it, and it was good. We can do it some more."

His answer made me happy, and I have a lot to look forward to. Although...it's a pity about the begging thing.

I would have loved that.

HNT - Sharing

Lying in bed, innocently and lazily petting Od's cock Sunday morning, he suggested that I grab the nipple clamps.  And put them on him. He's not a pain slut (much as I'd love him to be), and having his nipples played with is sort of take-it-or-leave-it. But just when I think I have him pegged - wait for it, that's my next post - he surprises me and asks for it.

And because I'm generous, not only did I share my new sex toys with him, but I'm sharing the HNT spotlight. To be honest, he's more than half nekkid here, but he's...um...well accessorized. That counts, right?

Oh look, you get to see his piercing, too! 

The lightweight, yet intense clamps were very gripping once we finally managed to apply them to his tiny nipples. (that was worth a few entertaining laughs right there) I pulled the chain experimentally with increasing efforts with one hand, while my other hand was greased up, teasing his cock up and down, making sure it stayed interested. Within minutes he was saying "Okay! Time to take them off."

You can tell by the photo that I wasn't quite done experimenting. His balls are the one area where I have more freedom to be a bit rough and he actually enjoys it, so that's where I headed next with my clampy cohorts. I think I cringed more than he did while assaulting his testicles. He seemed comfy enough - perhaps distracted with the handjob? Anyway, I alternated with pulling the chain that connects the clamps and edging him to the brink of orgasm. Once he got too close I slowed down on the stroking and ramped up the tugging.

Surprisingly though, after being edged a few times, he reached a space where the pain mixed a little too closely with the pleasure and it became evident that no amount of control or tugging (and I was tugging hard) was going to stop the orgasm - so I just went with it. My hand milked his cock for everything it had while I simultaneously yanked the reins on his balls. Kind of a giddy up and whoa at the same time. *shrugs shoulders* Eh, it worked.  ;) 

And I plan on working it again and again and again.......

Mine

In the world of male chastity, orgasm control, Domination/submission, and FLRs (female led relationships) it's common to assign names pertaining to the role one plays e.g. Master, slave, Mistress, pet, Goddess, boy......what have you. As I read up on male chastity I also learned that "his cock" - once put under her control or put into a device - became "her cock". Sometimes not even a cock at all. It becomes simply a penis or something even lowlier than that. A useless dick or a sissy clit. It might sound silly to you, but it's part of the game that gets some people off. And everyone gets to make their own game rules. I'm no exception.

Less than a year ago when I realized that my new found fascination with male chastity was growing into a serious interest, I brought it up to Od. I was very careful to leave our conversations open ended. He didn't shut the idea down right away. (that's never been his style) And I didn't push or get impatient. (which had previously been exactly my style) I wielded patience, offered information, shared my ideas and gave him time. Luckily for me he came around.  ;)  The biggest issue has always been (not just for us but most every other chastity player) which device to choose. There are dozens upon dozens to choose from. The most practical to begin with is a polycarbonate model that is affordable and adjustable. But I find it so ugly. I wanted steel. The shiny, heavier metal just seemed right for Od and I love the look. Plus it's engravable. I wanted my mark on him in the most intimate of places. But, what would my mark be?

I'm not officially his Mistress. He is not my pet. That's not an area we've delved into. I can't think of him as a boy. He's too manly for that, and quite honestly that's how I want him to remain. His offering to me of control over his cock (yes it's still called a cock) means more to me coming from a place of strength rather than weakness. Despite all the endearing names that he has assigned to me and to parts of my anatomy, I've yet to name him. Nothing cutesy or demeaning feels right. But I have a deep sense of ownership over not just him, but also his manhood. I made him a man. I was his first. Only? Time will tell. But for 20 years he has been mine. And then the light bulb moment. Mine. Of course. It was there all along. Mine. It's fitting. That's what I'll have engraved on his device. Mine.

When I curl up to his back on nights I have trouble falling asleep, I nudge my knees under his thighs, my left hand goes straight to his hair and my right hand goes over his hip and straight to his crotch. My fingers wrap around him, my face presses against his back, and with a sigh of contentment my breathing slows. If he's still awake I'll gently squeeze, whisper "mine" and place a kiss on him. He confirms "yours" in a sleepy voice, kisses back at me and tells me goodnight. 

This is the newer routine. Funny thing is - I've been doing some version of this for years and years. Always preferring to be the big spoon, and sometimes with a leg hitched over his. Without the "mine" whispering, mind you - that's more recent. But I vaguely remembering reading somewhere that we reveal ourselves and the nature of our relationship with our partners during the sleeping hours - assuming the sleeping is done together. If not, I suppose that's telling in it's own way. It's not difficult to see that I've asserted dominance, even in sleep, for the majority of our relationship. It's my way of affirming our bond. It makes me smile.

I am his in every way that matters, but ultimately, undeniably he is Mine.

Finally!!!

I have so many ways to approach this post I can't even choose. :)

I'm giddy on so many levels I don't know where to start, so if I jump tracks, just hang on. We'll get there.
First of all it has been a really long time since I've had any below the waist intimacy. Until last night. It was an unusual drought for us, and mostly self imposed by me. The last time anything happened it was "off", and ended weirdly with an awkward comment from Od. We took a few days to clear the air and I decided to let him make the next move. Only he didn't. And then he still didn't.

My limit is about 4 days. Then I get twitchy, the lust bubbles up and I have to take care of things myself. I did. 4 times. I could feel our connection weakening, which worried me and made me go all female and start over analyzing things inside my head. I began questioning our relationship progress. Was it really progress or me just being pushy? Well, I was here if he wanted me. Same time, same place. Every day. For almost 20 days. That's unheard of around here. (recently, anyway)

You have no idea how difficult it was for me to just wait him out. The last time I did that it went on for over 3 years. Granted, I was different then and I was pretty determined to not have sex with him, but still......letting go of control is hard to do when you know the outcome may be unfavorable. This time I was testing him. I needed to know if he was a willing participant in the changes we've made or if he was simply going along. It was killing me, but I stuck with it, despite sleeping like crap and slipping into what I would consider a mild form of depression. Our ANR did little to help with that, somehow only reinforcing my disappointment because there we were 3 times a day in close intimate contact, but then nothing else happened.

Last night I finally got my answer. And so much more. He initiated some play when I was in the bedroom doing some reading. He even got a little bossy with me, telling me point by point exactly how things were gonna go down. It seems he'd been thinking about it all day. He even threw in some dirty talk! I think I shamed myself and whimpered. Can't be sure. Well, he did give me options, but my ability to form an opinion, let alone speak one out loud was overtaken by thoughts of "yes, Yes, anything, thank God, YES!!!" So he told me my time was up, that he was going to eat my pussy now. Um, okay....twist my arm? To say that he couldn't bury his face far enough between my legs is an understatement. I was doing everything I could to help him along like hold him by the hair and grind up to meet his mouth.

That was only an appetizer, and soon enough he had my favorite new toy out, telling me to keep myself busy. I obliged him happily. While he was warming it up under his leg, his fingers joined mine and it felt so good that I was thinking we might never get to my toy. He noticed and said "I don't care if you cum on my fingers now, I'm still using the purewand on you afterwards." Knowing that I'm a one and done kind of woman I opted for the toy immediately. I responded enthusiastically. Gushingly, in fact. Many times. I was grateful for the folded towel he'd placed under me. I didn't have the strength to change the bedding.

While I was cooling down and gaining my legs back we did some talking. He wanted to wait for sex due to neglected manscaping which is physically irritating to me, and had even offered earlier in the tryst to cage up to prevent either of us from caving. (He hasn't been locked up in some time, but more on that another time) But excitement on his part made getting the device on impossible. I'm hoping to get it on him tonight since he seems open to that again. Anyway, I convinced him that I wanted to reciprocate with a long, pleasurable edging session. I wanted my hands on his cock as much as I had needed his hands on me!

During the session I brought him to the edge 5 or 6 times easily with my mouth, my hands and even my breasts as I greased them up with lube and knelt over him. He was very sensitive and was displaying signs of being a bit desperate. I wanted to know how desperate. Something about his behavior made me curious. I pulled a domme card out of my hat.

"How badly would you like to cum right now?" I asked him.

He answered in groans followed by some version of  "Very badly. Right now."

"And on a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want it?" I was taunting him a little, but genuinely wanted the answer.

"Eleven, if you use your tits again. That felt fucking unbelievable." The position had been a little awkward, so I was surprised it was so good for him. What happened next wasn't premeditated, I swear. It just sort of popped out.

"What's it worth to you?" I wondered aloud, as I kept on tormenting him with persistent stroking. I half expected a lame response.

"What do you want?" he moaned as he continued to writhe on the bed and take deep cleansing breaths to keep control of his body.

"You know what I want."

"Tonight?" he questioned, not as panicky as I thought he would be at the idea. And just then I realized this window of opportunity might be real.

"No." I laughed. "But the next time I'm in the mood for it." I waited for him to back down.

"Friday night? Maybe Saturday?" Okay, he sounded a little unsure now.

"Not Friday. Saturday. So I can tease you and warm you up all day" I told him decidedly. I added "And just so we're clear on what we're both talking about, I need you to say the words." For a second I was convinced he'd say the wrong words. But he didn't. He said the most perfect thing to me.

"Saturday I want you to fuck me."

"With what?" I coaxed.

"With your blue dildo, cock, strap on thing....."

That'll do. "Okay then."

And with that I finished him off with a titty fuck that left him spent, weak, and breathing heavy. And I also got my next blog post and a date for Saturday night.

I'll let you know how it goes.  ;)

Feeling playful

It began with a request.

"Send me an email."

He complied late in the day, but with something that delightfully bordered on dirty talk.

Email 1 : "What should I say?"
Email 2 : "Will you suck my cock if I do?"
Email 3 : "Sorry for the late reply."
Email 4 : "Ok. Would you  tug on my balls and nibble my head a little please?"

I was reading my email while he was gone to return movies to the store. I was inspired by his wishlist and in the mood to play along. Admittedly, the naughtiness of his emails and the anticipation of his return amped up my arousal.

I waited in the dark bedroom, under the covers, simmering, planning.

I felt the need for control sliding up on me. A rather elusive feeling lately, but I welcomed it back. Aggressive replaced passive in a single moment. It's a flash fire when taking control feeds the need for more of it, which leads to taking more. It's hard to know where to stop sometimes.

He might be a dead man if he didn't hurry home.

Finally I hear the unmistakable jingle of his keys, and soft thuds in the hallway that bring him closer to me. He flips the light on, surprised to see me in bed already, and chats away about his trip to the store. I say "mm hmmm" in the appropriate places. He also got dog food to which I reply "mm hmmm" as my eyes track him around the room. He offers up a taste of a new bottled drink he picked up. "Mm hmm" again as I reach my hand out for his offering. He watches me drink, glancing at the way the sheets expose what I'm not wearing. I watch him watch me. I think the gears are clicking into place. He knows.

"I'm gonna put this stuff away and I'll be right back, ok?"

"Mm hmmm" I agree, keeping my smirk to myself, but once he's gone it breaks free.

Back in the room, he undresses to join me, but seeing him naked with the removal of only t-shirt and jeans reminds me that it's been way too long since he's donned something special for me.

I halt him at the edge of the bed. "Put some boxers on." For me, this is a rare treat that I must ask for. It's a reverse order of eroticism. The norm is commando. And since I'm feeling cat-and-mouse tonight, I want my mouse accessorized. The better to play with.

Boxers on, lights out, he slips under the covers. He lies there, waiting, breathing expectantly. I wait, feeling my own heart rate accelerate, and chew on my lower lip to keep myself quiet. Patience is hard for this cat, but his anticipation needs to build closer to my own. I wait, then wait some more. His breaths tell me all I need to know. Quick, steady, definitely not relaxed.

I pounce.

He actually jumps when I assault him, so unprepared for my form of attack. He's expecting cock. I go for nipples. His arms were crossed above his head, all ready to relax into the attention he thinks he's going to get. I see a weakness. I love weaknesses. And his reaction only spurs me on. Predators love it when  prey struggles. It only intensifies the hunt. I told him as much, in between licks, nibbles, sucks and bites. My hands press his elbows back into the pillow as I bend my neck over him and really get into my work. His body shudders from the effort of holding still and the intensity of the sensation. It seems I caught him on a ticklish day. I pause long enough to allow him to breathe.

"I can't..." deep inhale "it's too..." pant, pant  "Oh, god...."

"Describe it to me." With a slow swirling tongue I return to my task.

More shuddering. And now squirming.

"It...I....ahhhh....Ifeelitbehindmyknees!"

Curious. His body is a treasure of knowledge and I'm determined to uncover everything. I briefly wonder if the other nipple has the same effect, but quickly dismiss the thought. I'm having too much fun with this one.

On and on it goes. I vacillate between tickling pleasure and biting pleasure at no particular rhythm, with some snarls and growling and chest hair tugging thrown in when his arms disobey. He's warned with a not-so-pleasurable nip.

"Hold. Still."

I run a testing palm across his boxers, scouting for my next plan of attack. He's ready.

"Keep your arms above your head."

With my hands and face running paths back and forth across his chest, his ribs, and finally his belly, I settle in on my knees between his spread legs. But I'm not done with my plaything just yet.

He endures more licking, more sucking, more biting on his sensitive sides. I nip wherever I can get a good grip with my teeth. I clamp my mouth down and suck in earnest wherever there's a smooth patch of skin. And I lick......well.......I lick everywhere - while running my hands up the legs of his boxers and teasing his inner thighs, while gripping his hips as they impatiently squirm, and while I ever-so-slowly work the waistband down one hip, then the other. Then lower. And lower. I leave his legs trapped in them mid thigh momentarily as I take advantage of new areas to lick, suck, and bite. The joint of his legs. Fleshy, meaty thigh. Up to the hip again, across the warm and fuzzy belly - not passing up the navel - to the other side, only to repeat the circuit. I sneak in a wiggly lick on the frenulum and revel in the sharp intake of his breath. Leaning up I spend a few minutes dragging my breasts around his crotch, capturing his erection while skin rubs against skin.  I work my way down to the scrotum but never staying in one place long enough for him to release tension. I like him on edge. I prefer it.

And that's where I keep him. Even after I do eventually suck his cock. And tug mercilessly on his balls. And nibble on the head a little bit. And just for fun I throw in some handjob. With more tugging and more sucking. Repeatedly, until he's reached the edge countless times.

And just to test him, I crawl up his body and take him in, grinding our hips together slowly and closely, leaning back a little while we both enjoy the ride. After a few minutes I pull off him and recline back onto the bed. Words not needed, my prey knows that he's been released.

And now it's his turn to pounce.

Sex games

There's a blog I read, and I've been reading it for awhile. I just haven't gotten around to following it and putting it in my blogroll yet. It's called Husbandly Touch and written by Mick who is a self proclaimed spanko. It's not kink-oriented or even a sex blog really. It's about his home life, the struggles he and his wife have suffered and what it finally took for him to find a way to create a well-run household. But he admits that there's juuuuuuust a little more to it than that. His most recent post makes that obvious. It's not always about discipline. Sometimes......it's just for fun. He managed to turn a simple game of cards  into something more - into a sort of sex game. That's not a far reach. Lots of people have played strip poker. Even tickle fights or playful wrestling matches have the capacity to become heated moments when the clothes fall away and laughter turns to lust. Sex is fun. Games are fun. Sex games are even better. (and you know I'm all about something better) ;)

I found myself having fun participating in a sex game of sorts yesterday evening. I'd call it truth or dare, but the truth portion is me recounting what happened after the dare took place - only it wasn't even a dare. Or a challenge. Perhaps it was only a suggestion, but I was in the right frame of mind and in a "what the hell" mood, so I went with it. Allow me to lay some groundwork for you.

Sunday was the culmination of some ugliness in my household. Problems with the son. The speeding ticket is just a portion. He's determined to make life hard for himself with bad choices - I'm determined that he'll learn about paying the price. There's friction, as you can imagine. I'm the bad cop. So right now he hates me, and Od (the good cop) allowed something that made my job more difficult, was against my firmly expressed wishes, and at a low moment said some things that were personally hurtful, playing on all my insecurities as a parent. So I pulled away from him. I distanced myself emotionally and physically. I lost my best friend for a few days when he was needed, there were no "snuggles" which was damaging in and of itself, and most certainly there was no sex - on top of the week that it had already been. Late Wednesday night we reconnected, and Thursday found me happy with a lighter heart and apparently back in my usual mischievous mood.

After catching up on blog posts, reading and responding to emails, and chatting with a friend or two who happened to be online at the same time, a simple conversation was ended with a challenge. You see, I needed to go, Od had offered to take me out to dinner and as I was closing the conversation I was presented with a naughty challenge : to take a vibrating bullet and insert it before leaving. I was taken by surprise - but only slightly. I was in a good mood and amused at the naughtiness of it. So of course I accepted. It seemed like a fun game to play. The only bullet I have is wired with a bulky controller too tricky to conceal in the outfit I was wearing...........although I remembered this little beauty at the last minute :

I was given no guidelines, but I offered a report on how things went. Since my writing has suffered and posts have been few I thought sharing the experience with all of you might be a nice compromise.

I finished getting cleaned up and just that quickly got distracted enough to almost forget to take the little LELO vibrator with me. Almost. Lipstick on, keys in hand I was bent over in the darkness of the bedroom closet searching the toy case. Od hunted me down in there and inquired about my activity.

"Where's my little LELO?" I asked him, too busy to explain myself just yet.

Ever cooperative, he retrieved it without too many questions, then handed it to me. I took it out of it's silky white drawstring bag, checked the power, then slipped it into my purse and walked out the door, leaving Od wondering what in the hell I was up to now.

In the short car ride to the restaurant he asked about our unexpected passenger. So I briefly told him the truth. He's well aware of the type of company I keep here in the blogosphere and basically just rolls with it. I never know if what I do will be the one thing that takes it too far, but this wasn't it.

I was contemplating the mechanics of my undercover operation. Should I head straight to the ladies' room and have the toy vibrate the whole time? Would that desensitize me after awhile? What if I cum at the table? Having that thing touching me afterwards would be unbearable. People would notice that something was going on with me. I decided that halfway through our dinner I would go to the restroom and nestle it in between my lips, hoping it would go unnoticed. The challenge was to insert a bullet, but I wasn't working with a bullet.

My sangria arrived, and soon after so did my buzz. It was a strong drink on an empty stomach and I'm a lightweight drinker. Our meal was served and as I got lost in the pleasure of a night out Od grabbed my attention and very directly stated "Don't you need to go to the bathroom now?" My eyebrows shot up my forehead as I remembered my LELO. "Oh - that's right!"  Off I went with my purse and dirty little secret in hand.

I wasn't alone in the bathroom as a middle-aged mother of two little twin boys awaited their success. She asked each one as they came out "Did you put the seat down?" One said yes, one said no, then grinned at me sheepishly and ran back in the stall to comply. I commented on her efforts of raising thoughtful young men, and she stated that they had three older sisters who were tired of falling in!!!! Too funny. :D

Now alone I set to my task. The vibrator is bulkier and longer than I imagined (it's been a long time since I used it) so having it slipped between my labia with the vibrating end on my clit wasn't possible. It made a distinct bulge in my jeans, leaving me looking like an unfinished MTF tranny sporting a semi. That would not do. So I unzipped and with jeans and knickers pushed down again, in it went - as originally intended. It's a quiet little thing and set on medium I wasn't worried about getting a numb spot or embarrassing myself a la Sally. I walked down the hallway and out to the dining area. I didn't have far to go. We were seated in the back of the restaurant - almost like it was meant to be. Although a long walk might have made a more interesting story. It was good for my pelvic muscles. I clenched like never before. Od watched with amusement and a smirk as I maneuvered my seat very carefully. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but not uncomfortable. It brought to mind The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe. I was deathly afraid that if I relaxed too much it would shift out and the vibrations would sound against the wooden chair I was sitting on. Then others would discover my secret.

No worries, though. I found a comfortable position, the vibrator resituated itself, and I began to enjoy my dinner once more. I wondered if there was any chance that someone else was experiencing the same thing as me. On a Thursday night in a family restaurant, not very likely. But you just never know, do you? I wonder about things like that constantly. It's how I entertain my brain when I sit in a crowd. Who's having an affair? Which guy is impressively endowed? Is anyone else pierced like Od? Are there any other bloggers in here? Her tits can't be real. Who's kinky? I wonder if those two men are gay or just friends. Oh my god.....the things I would do to that man......... It's a never ending parade of inappropriateness inside my head, and the buzzing inside my pussy wasn't making it easier. I squirmed, I clenched, and for a minute thought I had accidentally lowered the setting with all the squeezing because the intensity lowered. Then after a few minutes it lowered even more.......then more..........then it died. It was just getting good.

I sat there with a dead toy, wet panties, and a sad pussy. This was no way to end the evening. We finished up, paid our bill and began the hilarity of getting me to the car without having the toy slip out and fall down my pant leg. I was wetter than when I made my walk to the table and that little sucker is slick, and not very girthy, so it made traction damn near impossible. Od made some stupid comment as he helped me into the vehicle and I started to laugh. Big mistake. I gasped, then used every last PC muscle I could muster to coax the toy back in. As soon as we were home I removed it, cleaned it, and will charge it ASAP. The challenge didn't have the sexy results I expected, but I was aroused, entertained, provided with blog fodder, and I look forward to doing it again - properly.

Go pick out a toy and play. Or raid the game closet. Naked ring toss, anyone? How about Yahtzee with sex dice? And Twister is just begging for it. C'mon - I dare you. ;)

The Ice Prince

There have been a few TMI questions in the past month that have brought to mind a story I never got around to sharing. I alluded to it in my very first post. (answer #36)

It deals with one of the most bizarre sexual requests someone has made of me and whether I prefer ice or wax. And why my answer is most definitely not ice.

You see, a long, loooooong time ago when Od and I were first dating (almost 20 years ago, actually) we were pretty quick to jump into our sexual relationship. I held out about a month - slut that I was! I pretended to be convinced out of my panties, and he pretended that it wasn't his first time at succeeding. Really. I had no idea he was so inexperienced. He had me fooled. So much so that when he described things he'd read about or wanted to try I was hesitant. I was worried that perhaps my previous experience wasn't enough to keep up with my older, college graduate boyfriend. He was describing things that were decidedly kinky. I was shocked, but not knowing what else to do I hesitantly agreed. He called this thing the Ice Prince.

It involved using a water filled condom and freezing it suspended in a large container of alcohol. I'm not sure if he dreamed this up himself or read about it. My legs clamp together now when I remember it. The desired effect is a cockcicle, basically. That's used as a dildo. On my lady parts. My very warm, likes-to-stay-cozy-under-the-covers lady parts. Any guesses at my reaction? I'll fill you in on how it went down.

Attempt number one found me laying on my back on his narrow bed, with him to the side of me. He was so cute - very excited that I was willing, and concerned about my comfort. I relaxed and we started kissing, he was running his hands all over, warming me up both literally and figuratively until he made his move. At the first intruding nudge I gasped. He pulled away.

"Are you okay?" he wondered.

"Yeah, yeah, God it's cold! Just go ahead. Do it." It was like I was getting a shot at the doctor's with my get it over with mentality. Jesus, I should've just closed my eyes and thought of England.

He tried again, got it further in and the whole minute or so that he worked me with that thing I was thinking "nuh uh, nuh uh, getitoutgetitoutgetitout!!!" until those exact words rushed from my mouth.

Immediately I felt relief, but the damage was done. My pussy had brainfreeze from getting fucked with a cockcicle!!!! It was unsexy to say the least. He apologized for the unpleasantness, I apologized for ruining his excitement over his "great idea". He admitted it was better on paper than in practice. I admitted that was a huge fucking understatement.

There was no attempt number two.

Of course now temperature play is much easier with all of the beautiful options of glass and steel toys, but still. There's no way that anything cold is making it's way between my legs. You've got to heat it up if you expect to heat me up.

Oh, balls!

The last few weeks have brought some interesting results.
After I returned home from my trip Od has spent very little time in his cage.
Still in chastity, just of the honor system variety.

There's been a few ruined orgasms* - some slightly pleasurable, some not - and some experiments with steel rings. Od has developed a sensitivity to the O rings we've played with in the past which causes a nasty rash, so we're staying away from those. Add in the fact that he's more determined to build his own cage (still not sure how I feel about that, it's a bit like having the convict in charge of his own jail cell), and we've got steel rings of all sorts and sized floating around our bedroom. He does love a new project.

Anyway, one evening while decked out in a large cockring around his entire package and a few smaller rings on his cock he came into the family room to play show and tell. He was massively hard. Veiny and angry looking. My interest was piqued. Down the hall to our bedroom we went and  he was buried face first in between my legs in his favored position. Which looks exactly like this :


Usually he goes in from the side so his knees are to the side of my head. This time one of us (can't remember which) wanted his metal clad cock right in my face. I wasn't about to attempt sucking it with all that steel. It's been difficult enough perfecting my technique with his piercing jewelry. And I like keeping my dental enamel, thank you. So I began sucking his balls. Really licking them, taking them into my mouth one at a time, giving good suction to them. Tugging as much as I could while avoiding the use of my teeth. My chin was barely nudging the underside of his base. I was having fun, thoroughly entertained as he continued to ravage me with his mouth. He was going to town down there. Sometimes when he does that, it's mostly for his enjoyment. He's mentioned before that in the right state of horniness he can get very close to his own orgasm just by eating me out. I think this was one of those times.

Without any other stimulation than ball play and without any notice from him he stiffened suddenly and spurted all over my chest and collarbone. His cum was hot and I could feel it settling into that dip and running down the side of my neck to collect in the crook of my shoulder. There was a lot, and between the precarious positions of it and my shock of what just happened I froze. He was frozen above me too, all licking forgotten.

"Where did that come from?"
"I could've used some warning!"
"Oh God, it's spreading! Could you get me a towel?"
"Did you really just cum from me licking your balls?"

I was so astonished and amused I didn't give him any time to reply.
After finding something  (a dirty sock perhaps, I don't know) to wipe me and the sheets down with, he said it happened with little warning.

I was surprised at this outcome. I've long suspected that he'll be able to cum from little or no penile stimulation with a vibrating toy in his ass. This now convinces me even more. He's very versatile in his ability to achieve orgasm. My hope is to be able to make him cum with the strap on I bought for him as I use it while he's caged up. I'm still working on that. With him out of his cage so often lately it's been difficult getting him in the right frame of mind.

There's so much more to a chastity device than "Nope. Dick's locked up. Can't wank - can't fuck." It's like a science experiment with hormones and psychology. The mixture has to be juuuuust right for the result I want. I want him both loving and hating the cage and it's effect on his body. I want him frustrated, but happy to please. And begging maybe just a little, perhaps.   ;)   I'd be a liar if I said the groaning, grunting, and panting didn't turn me on. It does. A lot. I want him to know the only release he'll be having is if he let's me  fuck him. I want him to want it. And we're not quite there yet. I've got to get myself there, too. Remember I'm switchy, and life has left me feeling needy as of late and relying on Od to be the stronger partner. I won't say we've cleared the hurdles completely, but I've regained my former chutzpah. I'm ready to take my bull by his horn! Or would that be by my horn? *shakes head* Either way, his ass is mine.

There was another close call the other night when I was massaging his balls at bedtime, running my nails lightly on his inner thighs, dipping down with my fingertips to massage between his cheeks, circling my fingers around his sack and tugging in a rhythmic way that had him on edge and making those sounds that make me squirm with arousal. He asked me to stop so many times while continuing to flex his hips and spreading his legs open even more. Eventually I did stop when he asked a final time. He was tensing up and breathing deeply. That's one of his tells.

So once again he was turned on enough to almost cum without me ever touching his cock.
This is a complete power trip for me and I'm loving it.
I have a feeling he'll be handing over his final V-card very soon. 


*A ruined orgasm is where stimulation ceases at the time of ejaculation, decreasing or completely removing pleasurable sensation. Stimulation of the now sensitive cock can begin again afterwards, further ruining any pleasure and even causing discomfort. Ball torture during or after orgasm can be a form of ruining an orgasm. Typically for us I just remove all stimulation in order to prevent the orgasm, but our efforts sometimes fail resulting in a ruined or incomplete orgasm. Od's concentrated effort in trying to hold back adds to the diminished pleasure.

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 3

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Mr. Brown

He looks a lot like my guy. I laughed out loud when I
found this. Judging by the random location and his
pose, you just know some Brown-loving perv like me
asked him to take his picture. Obviously he's used to it.

I love Mr. Brown. He always brings me the nicest things. Never mind that I paid for them myself. And since it seems that you were all good boys and girls (except for the expected naughtiness) I'll follow through on my promise and share with you what I got .

I've been working on my husband to get him used to anal play for over a year now. (can you believe I was one of those unfortunate girls that had to convince my guy to fuck me in the ass?) Well, I succeeded and no sooner was he hooked on it, I turned the tables on him. I've tried different toys and my fingers and I know pretty well what he likes and dislikes. The final frontier is strap on sex. He's not opposed to it, but has needed to work up to the act a little slower. To be honest, I have some stage fright myself .

Through our conversations I found out through his clues that he was ready - just not ready to ask for it. He did once before when he wanted toy penetration. Seeing him squirm and grasp for words as he ran his fingers through his hair then just blurt out "I want you to fuck me" is not a scene I'll soon forget. Neither is the event that followed.  ;)

I shopped around for the perfect cock. This one meets all the requirements.

It's not an intimidating length or width, is a smooth texture (for less drag and more comfort), has a vibrating bullet, and is made from high quality silicone by Vixen. (which I find ironically amusing) He'll love the vibrations. It's perfect. We already have a harness, so we're good to go.

Too much time has passed since we've played with any kind of bondage and I'm missing it. (need to replace the bed restraints ASAP) I came across this pretty thing and it spoke to me.

Od has had this curious reaction for the past few months every time I'm on top or above his face - for any reason. He's even gone so far as to encourage it. He gets overly excited and responsive when I drop my breast in his face ("best fucking thing ever" he says) or when I'm riding his face a la 69. I'm thinking that combining the collar with the bed restraints while he's on his back will provide me with excellent entertainment. I'm already planning.

I picked up this little thing, too.

Just a nice slappy thing to have around. Never know when a girl might need it. My spoons could use a break. ;)

And finally, la piece de resistance. (photos are copyrighted - sorry)
Some of you might know this, but my husband is handy, and has a knack for making things. He wanted to make his own device. And he could. But time in the shop without nosy interference was hard to come by and his impatient wife finally put her foot down.

"Just buy a damn cage. We don't need a work of art, especially considering we're testing the waters."
Point was taken.
He ordered the cage and it arrived safe and sound in a pink velvet-like pouch. WTF? Must be for all those humiliation lovers. *shakes head*
Anyway. It's an affordable stepping stone. The better chastity devices are made from higher quality material and cost a lot more. Od is funny about his physical comfort so I didn't want to splurge big money on something that he'd refuse to wear.
His first two days in confinement consisted of putting the device on after work and wearing it until time to leave for work the next day. I'm shocked that he's had only minor problems so far. The lock needs the sharp edges filed, and he experienced a panicky situation yesterday when he tried a smaller base ring on for kicks and giggles.
This is the text I got from him while he was squirreled away in the bedroom :

I got it on but I can't get it off! :(

Followed by :

You are so gonna be the one to explain this at the E.R.

I replied :

Nuh uh. Relax. I'll bring ice.

His response was :

Hurry!!!

We iced his balls down some, removed the cage, iced his swollen cock into submission, then carefully slithered it out of the base ring and his balls popped out with little difficulty. It was basically the kinky grown up version of getting one's head stuck in the banister. I assure you, he won't be doing that again!  :D

Last night while cuddled up together and I was fondling him I wondered out loud "So what's your impression so far? You seem to like it."

He shrugged "I don't know.....it's kind of cozy. I just need to stop getting hard every time I put it on, or I can't wear it to work"

It had to be said - so I did. "Awwww. You are a kinky fucker, aren't you? That's why I love you."

And with that and a loving little pat to his balls - he officially became my Man of Steel.

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 2

Wednesday of our trip began with both of us a little road weary and lacking sleep - but with big smiles and excitement for our day ahead. I kept an eye out in the breakfast room for side glances from anyone who might have been our room neighbors. I was only slightly embarrassed that I made so much noise the night before. After refueling Od and I headed out for Biltmore Estate. Much to my delight he suggested that we take a detour on our way to DC to revisit the quaint little family home of George Vanderbilt. I love this place and there's so many details from the last time that I recalled once there. The details I happily avoided this occasion were ones like : saying "Don't touch that!" every 10 minutes, hearing my then-6-year-old daughter whine "How much further do we have to waaaaaalk?", and trying to explain to the security guard that the spilled orange juice container was sealed when we first entered the house. Yep. Mere inches from one of George's no doubt priceless Oriental rugs my son dropped his backpack and all contents (including the defectively sealed o.j.) spilled out. It was quite refreshing to not feel like the Griswolds this go around!

The weather was gorgeous and I had fun using my camera in the gardens that I envy so much. We had a few misses this trip, though. The loggia was closed as were some of the rooms due to restoration,  the tulips were done blooming, the weather was more brisk than anticipated (read : Freya forgot her jacket and it was frickin' cold!), and at the estate winery I didn't find a wine that I liked this time. We had a late lunch in the stable-turned-restaurant and by the time I finished my roasted chicken and beer it was time to hit the road again. One little problem though. It was late afternoon and while we were on vacation, my breasts were still on their work schedule. I've had an increase in production lately that demands attention and sadly the pump I brought wasn't doing a lot for me. Since we were some of the last stragglers to leave and the parking lot was fairly empty save 2 or 3 other vehicles, I stated that Od could help me out in the back seat. He thought I was kidding.  I was not. You'd think he'd understand my tenacity by now.  ;)  So, after some convincing on my part and with me playing the part of lookout, we had our first public "snuggle". He was nervous; I though it was amusing. I also felt much, much more comfortable. I only hope the estate doesn't have security cameras in the parking lots. They probably do. Eh. *shrugs shoulders* Thank God for tinted windows!!!

I had a  quick change into comfy travel clothes (the tank top and yoga pants you might've seen in this HNT post.) and we were on our way to the next hotel. Sadly, by the time we reached it the hour of midnight was almost upon us and our. asses. were. dragging. I made a few sad attempts at capturing my hiney for HNT, but gave up and opted for sleep. Od was right behind me after he brought in the luggage and secured the car. No fun was had that night, but I found an interesting way to pass the time while I took my turn driving the next day.

It's amazing what 8 hours of sleep can do for your body. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Oh! And don't forget the sunshine! Thursday was warm, sunny, and had I thought of it I would've opened the sunroof. A perfect day for driving. And that was fun for about a half an hour. Then the boredom kicked in. I'm not a good driver. Well, I'm a good driver - just not a good vacation driver. Cruise control and hundreds of miles to drive get monotonous. So I made my own fun. I do that sometimes. I noticed Od fiddling with his piercing. He replaced the ring with a curved bar awhile ago and it pinches when he sits for long periods of time. I can't remember what prompted him to whip it out, but he did, and he cheekily mentioned something about a handjob. Along with my tenacity, I've got loads of audacity. Again - he should understand this by now. So with his seat reclined back and my hands at an unrecommended driving position, I began fondling his naughty bits and eventually stroking. Had the sun been hitting his lap he would've made a very attractive sun dial!  :D
The cock stroking was interrupted every few minutes by a passing truck or SUV that was high enough to have a peek into our SUV. He'd cover up with his shirt or hands, then after they passed I would continue. He was a little tense and not as.....lubricious as usual which made things take longer. Not that I'm complaining. I just needed some help and the lube was packed away in the luggage, out of reach. I'm nothing if not creative. Yeah, I know saliva works in a pinch, but it only last for so long, and I didn't want to run dry at a crucial moment, ya know? Quick thinking led me to the cheap lip balm in the dash. Petroleum. It'll do. I had him roll the stick up and I scraped a good amount into my hands, mashing and smoothing it out. We were back in business and the lip balm worked great. With a slippier grip I worked my hand up and down his shaft and switched it up and teased the head some, then back to serious stroking. All with two eyes on the road. He came just 8 miles south of Petersburg. They say "Virginia is for lovers" afterall. I guess they're right. ;)

You know how there's always one thing you forget on vacation? I figured out what it was when I had cum allover my hand. Wet Wipes. They were still in the other car, at home. We made do with some water and leftover napkins from the console. My hands were pretty clean actually. The petroleum repelled his spunk pretty well - and left his cock kissably smooth. I'll let you know next time whether or not I got around to that.........

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 1

I was excited to spend the better part of the week alone with my husband. Even more desperate to get him alone in a hotel room. I love hotel sex. It's a bit of strange mixed in with the familiar. Naughty coincides with perfectly acceptable.

Even though we were both exhausted Tuesday evening I wanted to write a post before we called it a night. Od conked out on the bed as I began posting. I had to catch him before he fell too deeply asleep. My boobs were aching from a long day of neglect and needed his attention. I paused my writing and after they were taken care of he was asleep in no time and I finished posting by the glow of my laptop. I surfed Tumblr for awhile and found I was still needy - but this time in another area. It was late and I was torn between letting him rest and waking him.

I tried to curl up to him but the bed he was in was springy and lumpy. I kissed him on the cheek and left to switch beds. He's a light sleeper and was roused by me leaving his side.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a soft and sleep thickened voice.
"Over to this bed. I can't sleep in that one. It's uncomfortable."
"Do you want me to get in that bed?" he offered.
"Only if you don't mind being molested."

After grabbing some pillows he joined me on the bed, kissed me and curled into me. "Goodnight" I said.
Silence. I was baiting the trap and letting him decide.
Another moment of silence.
He rolled onto his back as I lay there with wide eyes wondering if sleep will win out.

"I thought you said something about molesting me?..........."
I grinned into the dark room, knowing he took the bait. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"Well, what did you have in mind?" he countered.
I mentally tossed around my options and made a decision quickly. "Hold on....."
I hopped up and fumbled with the luggage in the dark, found my selections and returned to the bed.

"Here. Give me your hands." In one I placed the controller to my bullet vibrator and in the other I squirted some lube. Tossing the bottle down beside him, I guided his hand between my thighs. He spread the lube slowly, rubbing back and forth. When his thumb found my clit and his other fingers began to slide in I pulled his wrist back. As tempting as that is, it's not what I had planned.

I pushed all the covers to the bottom of the bed and got on top of him in reverse cowgirl position. We've only done it twice before. The first time was just a tease for him, but the second time was surprisingly good.  It took a bit of wriggling to get our position just right, and then I nestled the bullet vibe between my clit and his balls and had him turn it on. The vibrations were just as good for him as they were for me. I rode him slowly and leisurely, just enjoying the different sensations of a new position.

Every so often there's just a need for some anal play and this was definitely one of them. I asked him to grab the bottle again and lube up his finger. I should have specified! He got his two fingers that he usually used inside my pussy all slippery and asked "What am I doing with them?" in a confused tone, as he was undoubtedly trying to figure out the logistics of my intentions.

I laughed. "Wrong finger. Sorry. I meant your thumb."
"Ohhhhh......."
And slowly, pleasurably, he pressed his thumb into my ass. Every time I rocked forward I rubbed against the buzz of the vibrator and when I rocked back I encountered the intense sensation of being doubly penetrated. Od found his rhythm after a minute and it felt incredible. The kind of incredible that causes my brain to mouth function to quit working. I was reduced to a grinding, panting, moaning mess that could only answer his questions with "Uh huh" and "Huh uh".

I must have been leaning forward too far because we had a problem with him popping out and after the second time he was too close to care as the vibrator and friction were pushing him toward climax. I still had his thumb and the bullet so I continued to rub back and forth on him without missing a beat. After he came I thought there was a possibility I could still finish in that position, but gave up and went for the sure thing.

I dismounted, asking him to stay with me as I rolled over onto my back so I could relax, operate the bullet myself and have him use his other fingers inside me, too. He obliged me and within a few minutes I had a small, rolling orgasm that felt like there was more to be had. Typically I have one very intense orgasm that wipes me out, but this time I pushed for more.

What ensued was 40 minutes of chasing an elusive climax. Seven position changes, 2 cramped hands, another session of fucking, and an exhausted bullet later I caught that fucker and experienced an explosive orgasm. It was so intense and my eyes were squeezed so tightly that I saw stars.  I came so hard I was practically sobbing. It was all I could do to lift my hand to take the towel Od offered me. If I hadn't needed to pee I probably would have passed out in that very position.

It was a satisfying start to an enjoyable week of hotel hopping. The only bad news was that it was 2:48 a.m. and we had about 4 hours to sleep before the alarm went off and we began a long day of walking and touring. That didn't stop us from having a quickie after our morning session, though.

Our next stop was remarkably less adventurous since we desperately needed to catch up on sleep, but the adventures did continue. I'll share that with you next time! ;)

HNT 5/5/11 Peek

I was on the road again last evening after a day of playing tourist with Od and as we began our long drive, (google maps and I need to have a sit down about time estimations) I got bored and started fiddling with the car features. (still learning the new vehicle) So there I was checking out the sun visor mirror and had a great idea. I wanted to play with the limited view and the evening sun. I tried to capture my new hair color, but was having shit luck. Couldn't get the right angle. However, I could manage a gratuitous down the cleavage shot pretty well, so here ya go :

And not really half-nekkid - but because I liked the view - Od makes his HNT debut :

So there you have it. Just a little bit of road fun.

For those who requested it - I did attempt a few ass shots but it was a no go. iPhone cameras and harsh hotel lighting are NOT a girl's best friend.

I'll get to it. Promise.

I'm off to have something with tequila in it.

*smooch*