...and need some summer reading, I participated in an interview. You can read it here.
If you really like it and want more, here's the rest of the women's interviews.
I enjoyed (and stressed over) completing the interview with DD because her questions made me think long and hard about who it is I've become since discovering my kinky self. I almost said kinky side, but I'm convinced kink has taken over. Satisfied or not.
I wrote my answers back in February so you'll notice more enthusiasm than you might find today, but it's a journey through my thoughts about my sex life as it was then.
Let me know what you think, or in the least let DD know you stopped by!
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
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.
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.
Friday, February 24, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Stormy
After work, before dinner - which have been later and later, it seems - we have alone time. Meant for the purpose of catching up on our day and having a snuggle. Clothes are stripped off and we meet each other in the bed, assuming the familiar positions. As I looked at him lying there, all warm and fuzzy, his chest exposed I was struck with a desire. It was immediate and intense and I needed to kiss him, to climb onto the bed, kneel over top of him, grab his face and just take the kiss I wanted. He responded with a like need. Combustion ensued.
I moved to straddle his leg for better friction.
My hand grabbed his and held it above him on his pillow.
His other hand reached behind me and - oh! - grabbed my hair. That's new. Hmm. I liked that. A slight tug. Oh, I really liked that. My body responded with a flood of moisture.
The more I moved against his leg the more my hip moved against his eager cock.
I looked down between our bodies.
A brighter need flashed.
I leaned higher with my body to rub my breasts in his face. His mouth knew what to do. I received another subtle hair pull as a thank you. More wetness.
Releasing his hand I told him to stroke his cock for me. With my body pressed so closely to him I had to watch over my shoulder now.
I whispered over him how wet I was, how watching him turned me on. My hair was abandoned and his fingers travelled down my back, over the curves of my ass in between my legs to check for himself.
My hips began moving again, this time against his fingers. The evidence of just how aroused I was sounded quietly in the room with his stroking and my teasing words.
"How long has it been since you've had your own hand on your cock like that?"
"I like the way it looks. I should have you put on a show for me more often."
"Does that feel good? It looks like it does. Too bad you won't get to cum right now."
All questions answered with nods or groans. He's too greedy to let his mouth go from me.
I sense his breathing change, his core tightening, and his motions faltering. He's close.
"Don't stop. I like watching you. Do what you have to do, but don't cum."
With that order his body relaxes, his breathing calms, and his hand slows. Well, one of them does.
The other hand pushes more forcefully into me as if to punish me for teasing.
After a few minutes he's had enough.
His mouth releases me, he stops stroking, and pulls his hand away, and asks me to face the other way.
I'm still leaning over his torso, but looking at his very angry, very weepy cock.
My head lolls and my eyes roll when I feel his fingers inside me again with renewed vigor and the advantage of better positioning. My pussy and my g-spot take a pounding. My hips meet his hand thrust for thrust as I rest my cheek on his thigh and watch the precum drip from his body in a continuous stream. My fingers want to play in it, so they do.
Then I hear it. He says something about my pussy, but no - he calls it my cunt. What he said doesn't register, but the use of that word from him, the first that I can recall it - that definitely registers. I feel the effects as I clench tighter onto him. His hand is relentless. It's too much really, but also just right. I take out my intense responses on his thigh, my teeth begging to sink into flesh, but settling on restrained bites while my nails leave a series of smiles on his calves. My breathing stutters and I know if it weren't for the blood rushing in my ears causes temporary deafness I could hear the sobs choking from me. The sensations that roll through me wrack my body with spasms that leave me on the verge of joyous tears and utter exhaustion. When I cum, I cum hard. My satisfaction drips down his wrist and leaves a wet spot on the sheets. Not the first time, not the last.
And we're nowhere near done.
By the end of the night he has :
I moved to straddle his leg for better friction.
My hand grabbed his and held it above him on his pillow.
His other hand reached behind me and - oh! - grabbed my hair. That's new. Hmm. I liked that. A slight tug. Oh, I really liked that. My body responded with a flood of moisture.
The more I moved against his leg the more my hip moved against his eager cock.
I looked down between our bodies.
A brighter need flashed.
I leaned higher with my body to rub my breasts in his face. His mouth knew what to do. I received another subtle hair pull as a thank you. More wetness.
Releasing his hand I told him to stroke his cock for me. With my body pressed so closely to him I had to watch over my shoulder now.
I whispered over him how wet I was, how watching him turned me on. My hair was abandoned and his fingers travelled down my back, over the curves of my ass in between my legs to check for himself.
My hips began moving again, this time against his fingers. The evidence of just how aroused I was sounded quietly in the room with his stroking and my teasing words.
"How long has it been since you've had your own hand on your cock like that?"
"I like the way it looks. I should have you put on a show for me more often."
"Does that feel good? It looks like it does. Too bad you won't get to cum right now."
All questions answered with nods or groans. He's too greedy to let his mouth go from me.
I sense his breathing change, his core tightening, and his motions faltering. He's close.
"Don't stop. I like watching you. Do what you have to do, but don't cum."
With that order his body relaxes, his breathing calms, and his hand slows. Well, one of them does.
The other hand pushes more forcefully into me as if to punish me for teasing.
After a few minutes he's had enough.
His mouth releases me, he stops stroking, and pulls his hand away, and asks me to face the other way.
I'm still leaning over his torso, but looking at his very angry, very weepy cock.
My head lolls and my eyes roll when I feel his fingers inside me again with renewed vigor and the advantage of better positioning. My pussy and my g-spot take a pounding. My hips meet his hand thrust for thrust as I rest my cheek on his thigh and watch the precum drip from his body in a continuous stream. My fingers want to play in it, so they do.
Then I hear it. He says something about my pussy, but no - he calls it my cunt. What he said doesn't register, but the use of that word from him, the first that I can recall it - that definitely registers. I feel the effects as I clench tighter onto him. His hand is relentless. It's too much really, but also just right. I take out my intense responses on his thigh, my teeth begging to sink into flesh, but settling on restrained bites while my nails leave a series of smiles on his calves. My breathing stutters and I know if it weren't for the blood rushing in my ears causes temporary deafness I could hear the sobs choking from me. The sensations that roll through me wrack my body with spasms that leave me on the verge of joyous tears and utter exhaustion. When I cum, I cum hard. My satisfaction drips down his wrist and leaves a wet spot on the sheets. Not the first time, not the last.
And we're nowhere near done.
By the end of the night he has :
- taken me bent over the edge of the bed while he restrained my arms to my sides and used my wrists as pulls
- encouraged me to ride his face as he devours me and fucks me with a dildo
- continued with the dildo as I play with a vibrator
- slid into me while he's occupied with my tit in his mouth, taking from me in both places
- tucked me into the still-damp-needs-changing-in-the-morning sheets with a goodnight kiss
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Dirty
20 years with the same lover renders words unnecessary during the tangling, twisting, touching, tasting, and taking that happens in private moments. Our kisses, bites, sighs, grunts, wiggles of hips, and the grasping, pushing, and pulling say all that we need to say. Really, it's a well choreographed dance once we agree on the music and the stage.
At first I was too young, too timid to say the words. Bold in action only. And to hear the gentle, erotic words that he tried on for size in a tentative manner made me blush. They just didn't work for me. So I assumed the words ineffective.
Then a long, long time passed when the words were silenced. No more words. Just actions. Perfunctory, mostly pleasurable, stolen in the middle of the night, not quite often enough actions.
Then the actions disappeared as well.
Now. Now? Now... I am not so young. My boldness knows no bounds. The words are erotic, demanding, directing, degrading, dirty, dirty words. Now I think I make him blush. Now the words work for me. Those dirty words have a welcome place of comfort on my lips and in my ears.
My dirty words match my dirty deeds and my dirty thoughts.
It's been cleverly pointed out to me that I say cunt instead of pussy when I get close to orgasm. The higher the lust, the filthier the mouth, I suppose.
I remember clearly the night I goaded him to confess in his own words that he enjoyed fucking my face. Strange delight I took in that.
Then there was the incident in which I admonished him while laying into his ass with flogger, crop, and wooden spoon. The filth flowed.
I tease him with my words. I like seeing a flicker of shock, or a gleam of lust in his eyes.
Dirty words are no empty promise from this dirty girl. I have every intent, and every ability to back them up.
I've even heard in my own head a chorus of filth being spoken to me as he is too busy, too concentrated on his task to offer them himself. I find the need for him to speak them again. In the moment, the zone (all ladies know the zone), I grasp for the thing to push me over the edge. Sometimes it is an image of a memory - real or fantasized - but sometimes.....I've discovered that I need the words that were once spoken and dismissed. With the return of our actions, I'm ready to hear the words again.
At first I was too young, too timid to say the words. Bold in action only. And to hear the gentle, erotic words that he tried on for size in a tentative manner made me blush. They just didn't work for me. So I assumed the words ineffective.
Then a long, long time passed when the words were silenced. No more words. Just actions. Perfunctory, mostly pleasurable, stolen in the middle of the night, not quite often enough actions.
Then the actions disappeared as well.
Now. Now? Now... I am not so young. My boldness knows no bounds. The words are erotic, demanding, directing, degrading, dirty, dirty words. Now I think I make him blush. Now the words work for me. Those dirty words have a welcome place of comfort on my lips and in my ears.
My dirty words match my dirty deeds and my dirty thoughts.
It's been cleverly pointed out to me that I say cunt instead of pussy when I get close to orgasm. The higher the lust, the filthier the mouth, I suppose.
I remember clearly the night I goaded him to confess in his own words that he enjoyed fucking my face. Strange delight I took in that.
Then there was the incident in which I admonished him while laying into his ass with flogger, crop, and wooden spoon. The filth flowed.
I tease him with my words. I like seeing a flicker of shock, or a gleam of lust in his eyes.
Dirty words are no empty promise from this dirty girl. I have every intent, and every ability to back them up.
I've even heard in my own head a chorus of filth being spoken to me as he is too busy, too concentrated on his task to offer them himself. I find the need for him to speak them again. In the moment, the zone (all ladies know the zone), I grasp for the thing to push me over the edge. Sometimes it is an image of a memory - real or fantasized - but sometimes.....I've discovered that I need the words that were once spoken and dismissed. With the return of our actions, I'm ready to hear the words again.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
We tried it on for size...
...but chastity just doesn't seem to be in the plans for us right now. And by us, I mean Od. Let me clarify - I would love, love, love to have my husband locked up on a 24/7 basis except for when I want him out. Which would be often, so the question begs...what's the problem? *sigh* He doesn't like the cage. It irritates him. It's not comfortable for long term wear. And based on what he offered - to wear it occasionally while he's around me, not at work, no plans to go anywhere, etc. - I'm just not interested. I would be taking it off of him for access to his cock more often than not. And by him dictating where and when he's willing to wear it breaks the spell for me. It robs me of the thrill of control. That was the biggest draw for me. I was also wanting him to obtain a high level of pent up desire that would ideally transform into more attention for me. With or without a cage, that should be happening because he still only cums when I choose, only it's not happening.
What finally put the nail in the tiny dick shaped coffin was a conversation we had late one night as I tossed and turned in bed. I do this when I can't sleep and I couldn't sleep because I was frustrated. Frustrated at the lack of sex, the lack of effort, and the lack of attention. He asked me what was wrong and I unleashed it all. Little by little all the tiny truths leaked out. I told him I was tired of doing all the initiation. I told him I needed his reciprocation. I needed to be wanted. To be shown that I was desired. He's hardly ever turned me down, and is almost always a willing participant in whatever we do. However, there comes a point (and I had reached it) where I feel like a puppet master and he is merely jangling on the strings with a painted on smile. I prefer a real live boy.
I talked, he listened. Then shock of all shocks - he talked some while I listened. He's rather buttoned up when emotions are involved. I heard what he said, and then I heard what he meant. He had some misunderstandings and there were some things bothering him. He thought he was offering me submissiveness in the form of passivity and hoping that would make me happy. I explained the difference to him. Truly, he's not a submissive man. I know that now. There are tendencies. But that's about all. I would call him compliant. He likes to make me happy and will do what I ask. God, just typing that makes it sound bad. It sounds like I'm saying "boring". I don't mean to, and yet I can't say that I wasn't under stimulated. I have sexual triggers that weren't being set off, which left me in charge of getting myself turned on, left me in charge of initiating sex, and quite frankly doing a good portion of that work as well. He thought that's what I wanted. Od also took the opportunity to reveal that he wasn't on board about wearing a chastity device. Granted the one he has is more novelty, and I told him a better piece would be more comfortable for longer wear, then he hemmed and hawed about being nervous that I'd have him locked in too long. That's when he offered to wear it around me, at home, on the weekends. I know chastity is a sex game, but playing pretend isn't in the game description. If he doesn't enjoy it, then I don't want it. Yet I still really do. I'm conflicted. I know he was being GGG by offering a compromise on the situation, and I'm not ruling it out 100%. But I sadly recognize that I won't be getting what I really want. He's just not as into it as I am. And that ruins the game for me.
I thought that if we made it to one year of rediscovering our sexuality together that things would be okay. We're closing in on two years, but the last three months have me panicking. I'm seeing the old signs. If left to it's natural course without my interference, I know just where our sex life would veer. After all, he is the man who went three years and sixteen days without ever asking me about sex or why we weren't having it. I'm suspicious that he may have low testosterone. Or a really low libido. I don't know? Maybe he's just not that into me? LOL *groan* I say that jokingly, but it does strike a niggling fear in the back of my brain because there are days when I just can't figure him out. He's not a typical male at all. I boldly asked him if he knew how many men would kill for what he has : a willing wife with a healthy sexual appetite and who likes to experiment and has an open mind. His response was so noncommittal I can't even remember what it was.
I'm not unhappy with him. I just need some changes. If I'm giving something up (like chastity) then I'd like something else in return (like him taking charge sometimes). I mean, I know I told y'all about my cock and the things I like to do with it, but I still want to be the girl, ya know?
So for now, I continue to read other blogs, flip through Tumblr accounts and crave. I crave desperately and I want fiercely. Kink has become my Pandora's box. I'm afraid there's no closing the lid. But what do I do with it now?
What finally put the nail in the tiny dick shaped coffin was a conversation we had late one night as I tossed and turned in bed. I do this when I can't sleep and I couldn't sleep because I was frustrated. Frustrated at the lack of sex, the lack of effort, and the lack of attention. He asked me what was wrong and I unleashed it all. Little by little all the tiny truths leaked out. I told him I was tired of doing all the initiation. I told him I needed his reciprocation. I needed to be wanted. To be shown that I was desired. He's hardly ever turned me down, and is almost always a willing participant in whatever we do. However, there comes a point (and I had reached it) where I feel like a puppet master and he is merely jangling on the strings with a painted on smile. I prefer a real live boy.
I talked, he listened. Then shock of all shocks - he talked some while I listened. He's rather buttoned up when emotions are involved. I heard what he said, and then I heard what he meant. He had some misunderstandings and there were some things bothering him. He thought he was offering me submissiveness in the form of passivity and hoping that would make me happy. I explained the difference to him. Truly, he's not a submissive man. I know that now. There are tendencies. But that's about all. I would call him compliant. He likes to make me happy and will do what I ask. God, just typing that makes it sound bad. It sounds like I'm saying "boring". I don't mean to, and yet I can't say that I wasn't under stimulated. I have sexual triggers that weren't being set off, which left me in charge of getting myself turned on, left me in charge of initiating sex, and quite frankly doing a good portion of that work as well. He thought that's what I wanted. Od also took the opportunity to reveal that he wasn't on board about wearing a chastity device. Granted the one he has is more novelty, and I told him a better piece would be more comfortable for longer wear, then he hemmed and hawed about being nervous that I'd have him locked in too long. That's when he offered to wear it around me, at home, on the weekends. I know chastity is a sex game, but playing pretend isn't in the game description. If he doesn't enjoy it, then I don't want it. Yet I still really do. I'm conflicted. I know he was being GGG by offering a compromise on the situation, and I'm not ruling it out 100%. But I sadly recognize that I won't be getting what I really want. He's just not as into it as I am. And that ruins the game for me.
I thought that if we made it to one year of rediscovering our sexuality together that things would be okay. We're closing in on two years, but the last three months have me panicking. I'm seeing the old signs. If left to it's natural course without my interference, I know just where our sex life would veer. After all, he is the man who went three years and sixteen days without ever asking me about sex or why we weren't having it. I'm suspicious that he may have low testosterone. Or a really low libido. I don't know? Maybe he's just not that into me? LOL *groan* I say that jokingly, but it does strike a niggling fear in the back of my brain because there are days when I just can't figure him out. He's not a typical male at all. I boldly asked him if he knew how many men would kill for what he has : a willing wife with a healthy sexual appetite and who likes to experiment and has an open mind. His response was so noncommittal I can't even remember what it was.
I'm not unhappy with him. I just need some changes. If I'm giving something up (like chastity) then I'd like something else in return (like him taking charge sometimes). I mean, I know I told y'all about my cock and the things I like to do with it, but I still want to be the girl, ya know?
So for now, I continue to read other blogs, flip through Tumblr accounts and crave. I crave desperately and I want fiercely. Kink has become my Pandora's box. I'm afraid there's no closing the lid. But what do I do with it now?
Friday, October 21, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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?
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.......
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?
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| 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.......
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Mine
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.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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. ;)
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. ;)
Friday, September 2, 2011
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.
"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.
Friday, August 26, 2011
It was worth it
Conversation that occurred in my bedroom last week :
"So, do you like it?"
"Mmmmmm mmm"
"Is that a yes?"
Big sigh followed by "Mmm hmmmmmmmmm" and a lazy,slow spreading, uncontrollable, ear to ear grin that looked like this :
I lay there, quite unable to move, and quite uncaring about my inability - much like the sly, contented, there-but-not-really-there Cheshire Cat. I was nothing more than a puddle of bliss with a grin assaulting one set of cheeks while a massive wet spot assaulted the other set. When the words stopped swirling in my brain and formed a sentence I finally managed "I don't know, or even care how much you spent on that thing.........but it was worth it!"
And because I desperately needed to rehydrate and also because the wet spot was cooling, I got up. To give my husband a breathy kiss and thank him one more time for my birthday present. And to strip the bed and change the sheets. For the third day in a row.
So yeah. I had a happy birthday and I really really like the njoy pure wand. Od is very pleased with himself on many levels. Not only did he surprise me with something I wanted but hadn't asked for, but now he has proof of my abilities.
And Donna, you were so right about those waterproof mattress pads! ;)
Thank you to everyone who sent me birthday greetings and happy wishes. Know that I smiled for days. And that I still do when I read them or listen to them. I love that you all played along in my celebrational stunt of narcissism. You're safe until next year! LOL :D
Big hugs and kisses all around!
"So, do you like it?"
"Mmmmmm mmm"
"Is that a yes?"
Big sigh followed by "Mmm hmmmmmmmmm" and a lazy,slow spreading, uncontrollable, ear to ear grin that looked like this :
And because I desperately needed to rehydrate and also because the wet spot was cooling, I got up. To give my husband a breathy kiss and thank him one more time for my birthday present. And to strip the bed and change the sheets. For the third day in a row.
So yeah. I had a happy birthday and I really really like the njoy pure wand. Od is very pleased with himself on many levels. Not only did he surprise me with something I wanted but hadn't asked for, but now he has proof of my abilities.
And Donna, you were so right about those waterproof mattress pads! ;)
Thank you to everyone who sent me birthday greetings and happy wishes. Know that I smiled for days. And that I still do when I read them or listen to them. I love that you all played along in my celebrational stunt of narcissism. You're safe until next year! LOL :D
Big hugs and kisses all around!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
TMI Tuesday 8/9/11
1. You have been separated from your significant other for six months. An attractive, attentive neighbor has paid you flattering attention. It is obvious he/she wishes to take the relationship further. Do you:
a. Dismiss him/her, you’re in a committed relationship. definitely not this choice. how committed is a relationship if separation is involved? that's just practicing being divorced if you ask me.
b. Continue to flirt, but go no further. this would go on for quite some time.
c. Fantasize about him/her, but take care of your sexual needs solo. this is a given!
d. Let the affair become physical. perhaps, if my emotions about the separation were in a safe place and this neighbor could become a friend. no, if it were to only be a one time thing.
2. A male co-worker whom you have heard is great in bed and very well endowed has been flirting with you a lot. He obviously wishes to start a relationship. Do you:
(This question is for women AND men).
a. Make it clear to him you’re not interested. only if he wasn't my type - AT ALL. (and I have a few types)
b. Flirt with him but go no further sure. like the previous answer, this could go on for awhile. there's nothing wrong with flirting. it's fun for both people. :)
c. Mentally undress him and wonder what he’d be like in bed. I do this to so many people anyway, so yes - absolutely.
d. Let the relationship become sexual. if I'm happily married, then no. if I'm as unhappily married as I've been in the past, then the likelihood is high. I don't think I'd falter the second time around, and I wouldn't wait three years to do it, either.
3. Your significant other is impotent most of the time, showing little interest in you and little interest in being sexual. Do you:
a. Resign yourself to no sex. absolutely not. that's a deal breaker right there. your dick might be uncooperative but by god your mouth and your hands aren't - and I have plenty of toys that are more fun with a partner!!!
b. Satisfy your needs with masturbation well yes, but I don't view masturbation as an either/or action. it's a supplement to a healthy sex life.
c. Find someone who can satisfy you sexually but remain with your significant other i think if my partner was unwilling to try alternatives and divorce wasn't an option - then yes. but i would be upfront about it. ultimately though I feel the relationship would deteriorate.
d. Leave him or her it's nice to honor the "for better or worse" part of marriage vows, but if the impotent partner basically abandoned my sexuality and any hope of recovering the physical aspect to our relationship then i'm afraid i'd have to bail. sexuality is too important to me, and a lack of it is like suffering a slow death while your happiness erodes away.
4. The last time you and your mate had sex, were you:
a. Concentrating mostly on him/her, and you didn’t even orgasm *wicked laugh* hi - i'm Freya. you must be new here. while i'm not saying this doesn't happen, it just doesn't happen a lot. or hardly ever.
b. Thinking about your pleasure and theirs. his pleasure flickered through my thoughts. when i was done.
c. Concentrating mainly on your own pleasure. well....yes. that's why i climbed on top of him in the first place, silly.
d. Used his/her body as a tool to reach your own orgasm. always. that's one of his best attributes. ;)
5. What kind of partner do you prefer while making love or having sex?
a. Tender, loving, slow and sweet it sounds nice in theory, but in practice it just doesn't get the job done. i like saving the slow and sweet part for afterwards. a cool down, if you will.
b. I don’t care, just do me; it’s been a while i always have an opinion on how i want things, unless i'm ovulating. i can always tell because i turn into a cock-hungry sex beast, then i really don't care how, where, why, as long as it's NOW.
c. Tough, take-charge, I like it a little rough yes and no. sometimes. is that unspecific, or what? while i do like it a little rough, i like to be in charge. but soooooooometimes i'd gladly be manhandled and fucked silly seven ways from sunday.
d. Any lovin’ is good lovin’ no it's not actually. there's some lovin' i could have lived without.
Bonus: Do you mind if your significant other ogles/checks out another sexy person? What if they comment on that person, do you mind that? I wouldn't care at all. If he ever did it, which he doesn't. you ever play "freebie five" with your partner? Od couldn't come up with more than two people for his freebie list. and that was after thinking about it for days. i could list 15 off the top of my head. fact is it'd be impossible to narrow down to 5.
Bonus, Bonus: What are your thoughts on the TMI Tuesday image above and the caption beneath it? shit. i didn't include the image when i copied and pasted. i guess that means i didn't think too much about it, did i? *sheepish grin* sorry.
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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!
a. Dismiss him/her, you’re in a committed relationship. definitely not this choice. how committed is a relationship if separation is involved? that's just practicing being divorced if you ask me.
b. Continue to flirt, but go no further. this would go on for quite some time.
c. Fantasize about him/her, but take care of your sexual needs solo. this is a given!
d. Let the affair become physical. perhaps, if my emotions about the separation were in a safe place and this neighbor could become a friend. no, if it were to only be a one time thing.
2. A male co-worker whom you have heard is great in bed and very well endowed has been flirting with you a lot. He obviously wishes to start a relationship. Do you:
(This question is for women AND men).
a. Make it clear to him you’re not interested. only if he wasn't my type - AT ALL. (and I have a few types)
b. Flirt with him but go no further sure. like the previous answer, this could go on for awhile. there's nothing wrong with flirting. it's fun for both people. :)
c. Mentally undress him and wonder what he’d be like in bed. I do this to so many people anyway, so yes - absolutely.
d. Let the relationship become sexual. if I'm happily married, then no. if I'm as unhappily married as I've been in the past, then the likelihood is high. I don't think I'd falter the second time around, and I wouldn't wait three years to do it, either.
3. Your significant other is impotent most of the time, showing little interest in you and little interest in being sexual. Do you:
a. Resign yourself to no sex. absolutely not. that's a deal breaker right there. your dick might be uncooperative but by god your mouth and your hands aren't - and I have plenty of toys that are more fun with a partner!!!
b. Satisfy your needs with masturbation well yes, but I don't view masturbation as an either/or action. it's a supplement to a healthy sex life.
c. Find someone who can satisfy you sexually but remain with your significant other i think if my partner was unwilling to try alternatives and divorce wasn't an option - then yes. but i would be upfront about it. ultimately though I feel the relationship would deteriorate.
d. Leave him or her it's nice to honor the "for better or worse" part of marriage vows, but if the impotent partner basically abandoned my sexuality and any hope of recovering the physical aspect to our relationship then i'm afraid i'd have to bail. sexuality is too important to me, and a lack of it is like suffering a slow death while your happiness erodes away.
4. The last time you and your mate had sex, were you:
a. Concentrating mostly on him/her, and you didn’t even orgasm *wicked laugh* hi - i'm Freya. you must be new here. while i'm not saying this doesn't happen, it just doesn't happen a lot. or hardly ever.
b. Thinking about your pleasure and theirs. his pleasure flickered through my thoughts. when i was done.
c. Concentrating mainly on your own pleasure. well....yes. that's why i climbed on top of him in the first place, silly.
d. Used his/her body as a tool to reach your own orgasm. always. that's one of his best attributes. ;)
5. What kind of partner do you prefer while making love or having sex?
a. Tender, loving, slow and sweet it sounds nice in theory, but in practice it just doesn't get the job done. i like saving the slow and sweet part for afterwards. a cool down, if you will.
b. I don’t care, just do me; it’s been a while i always have an opinion on how i want things, unless i'm ovulating. i can always tell because i turn into a cock-hungry sex beast, then i really don't care how, where, why, as long as it's NOW.
c. Tough, take-charge, I like it a little rough yes and no. sometimes. is that unspecific, or what? while i do like it a little rough, i like to be in charge. but soooooooometimes i'd gladly be manhandled and fucked silly seven ways from sunday.
d. Any lovin’ is good lovin’ no it's not actually. there's some lovin' i could have lived without.
Bonus: Do you mind if your significant other ogles/checks out another sexy person? What if they comment on that person, do you mind that? I wouldn't care at all. If he ever did it, which he doesn't. you ever play "freebie five" with your partner? Od couldn't come up with more than two people for his freebie list. and that was after thinking about it for days. i could list 15 off the top of my head. fact is it'd be impossible to narrow down to 5.
Bonus, Bonus: What are your thoughts on the TMI Tuesday image above and the caption beneath it? shit. i didn't include the image when i copied and pasted. i guess that means i didn't think too much about it, did i? *sheepish grin* sorry.
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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!
Happy TMI Tuesday!
Friday, July 29, 2011
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 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. ;)
Friday, July 22, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
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.
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 :
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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.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 3
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Friday, June 10, 2011
Mr. Brown
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| 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'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.
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.
I picked up this little thing, too.
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.
Monday, June 6, 2011
To squirt or not to squirt.....
....is not the question at all. But there are plenty of other questions surrounding the phenomenon of female ejaculation also known as squirting. Or gushing. (as some real life cases are less showy than porn would have us believe)
Is it urine?
Where does it come from?
How can I do it?
Am I normal if I can't?
How can I stop doing it?
Will it freak my partner out?
Lots of speculation, so-called research and studies, and we still can't come to a widely accepted conclusion. What is with the myths of the female body? Why is understanding it so complicated? Well, I can't tell you that. I have a female body and to tell you the truth it frustrates and confuses me sometimes. I can only learn from my experiences, and a sex toy review by Mrs. Discontented that I read reminded me of such an experience. With squirting, that is.
The wonderful month of May (you know, Masturbation Month?) flew by. Maybe we were all having so much fun.....uh.....celebrating. I don't think I hit an all time high, but I did my best, which is where my story becomes relevant.
Maybe some of my history is in order first. I consider myself lucky because I began having orgasms fairly young, and was still a teenager when I began having them with a partner. It shouldn't surprise you that that partner was Od. I had the security and confidence in our relationship that I needed to finally be able to let go. (as much as a normally self-conscious 17 year old can) He's always been an avid learner and the subject of our sexuality was no different. I know things about myself because of him. And I have an awesome vibrator because of him, too. I was using it the first time I squirted.
It was during a very brief period when I was multi-orgasmic. I'd almost forgotten about it until Mrs.' article got me thinking on the subject. My self-love sessions were so far and few between (I was a much different Freya back then) that when they occurred I was all business. Within a minute of vibe to clit contact I had the first, longest and most fulfilling orgasm. Shut off the vibe. Wait a minute. Start up the vibe, and before you know it, orgasm number 2. It took a little longer, was over quickly, and number 3 was beginning before I could recover. My record was somewhere around 10. Focusing became difficult after 4 or 5. I let my body decide when it was finished. Often I became so thirsty from all the heavy breathing that I forced myself to stop, other times I was so tender and swollen that the sensation bordered on a tingling, buzzy, hot pain. But pleasure is addictive when you go so long with out it. It was the end of a particularly long dry spell when my determination overrode my body's white flag of surrender. I pushed for just. one. more. It was a fight to the finish. Dry mouth. Wrist cramp. Sore abdominal muscles from all the intense spasming. Shaky, weak legs. Throbbing, overused vulva. Rational brain arguing with primal brain.
"Just stop, relax, and enjoy. One more isn't worth the energy"
"Shut up! Yes it is. Something's there. I can feel it!"
Thumbing the power up another notch, I pressed the vibrator down even harder. Eventually it happen. An instantaneous flare of orgasm that was blanketed in the most bizarre heat, and I felt it from the top of my clit to my ass. My muscles tensed so much that my shoulders were off the bed and it was like the climax was being ripped from my body. It was pleasurable. Painful. Tingly and numb at the same time. Hot. And.............what the fuck? Wet? Had I not still been wearing my panties I might not have noticed. At first. But cotton cools off quickly, and cold, soaked underwear grabs one's attention. I thought I'd peed the bed.
Orgasmic fatigue was immediately replaced with panic. Shit! Now I had to change undies and change the bed. I was bewildered, not really worried, but kept a look out for other signs of incontinence. I've had kids, you know? Us women hear about those things happening. Never mind that we also hear about female ejaculation. That couldn't possibly be what this was. Squirting women just know - don't they?
Well yeah, they do. They learn just like I did. From their first experience. I'm glad it was by myself. And that it happened subtly. More of a gush. I've seen videos of women going off like Super Soakers. If that was me, I would've been traumatized, thrown the damn Panasonic away, and shrivelled up from lack of use due to the embarrassment of Od ever seeing it happen.
I've had the same type of burning, gushing orgasm a handful of times since then. Occasionally from the trusty Panasonic (with longer time delays and on the 2nd or 3rd) and twice from my beloved LELO Soraya. All very intense with the telltale tingling. I'm usually aware that it's happened before I get a chance to investigate. I'm now aware of the sensations of squirting. Until recently.
It seems our bodies like to change things up every now and then. Good example : I'm no longer multi-orgasmic. Technically. And now my body like to be sneaky about squirting.
It was a few weeks ago back in May and I was honoring Masturbation Month in a rather rushed, last minute fashion, while I still had the house to myself. I was using my Icicles glass dildo. It's meant for G-spot stimulation and I combined it with the Panasonic. A two handed job, if you will. When I play with insertables, clitoral stimulation is saved for last as the thing that easily pushes me over the edge. This time felt like any other. It was a fairly quick, easily earned orgasm. The smooth hardness of the glass was doing it's job quite well. I was naked on the lower half only on top of the made bed. Before I finished riding out the pleasure I felt wetness under the small of my back. I froze. I knew what had happened, I just didn't know why. I had no telltale signs of heat or burning and it was my first/only orgasm. Toys pushed onto the floor, I hopped up to inspect the covers only to feel dripping from my entire lower body and from the back of my shirt! I made a wet spot that was the size of a turkey platter (sorry for the food reference) and it soaked through to the mattress pad. It didn't make any sense.
It was such a normal orgasm that produced my biggest gush to date when it usually accompanies such strong ones. I've had many releases lately at Od's hands that were so strong that I thought surely I'd squirted, and nope. Nothing. Sometimes it's from clit stimulation only, and sometimes combined with penetration. There are no rules, no secret combination to unlock the mystery of it, and I can't say that the gushing makes things more enjoyable - at least not for me. I know Od would get a thrill from it when and if my mind/body decides to cooperate. It can happen. I know this. It's not a myth, and I feel no superiority for having the ability to squirt. It just is.
And with the limitless ability to search the internet on any given topic, no question ever needs to remain unanswered.
No. It's not urine.
It ejects from the urethra.
You can practice with self stimulation, possibly focusing internally on the G-spot.
Of course you're normal if you don't squirt.
Learning to stop may be trickier than learning to start.
And all partners should enjoy your body's reaction to pleasure, no matter what. To hear some tell it, they happen to love a positive, exhilarating response from their lover. Huh. Go Figure. :)
I'm curious what my readers have to say.
Any experiences to share?
What are your thoughts?
Is it urine?
Where does it come from?
How can I do it?
Am I normal if I can't?
How can I stop doing it?
Will it freak my partner out?
Lots of speculation, so-called research and studies, and we still can't come to a widely accepted conclusion. What is with the myths of the female body? Why is understanding it so complicated? Well, I can't tell you that. I have a female body and to tell you the truth it frustrates and confuses me sometimes. I can only learn from my experiences, and a sex toy review by Mrs. Discontented that I read reminded me of such an experience. With squirting, that is.
The wonderful month of May (you know, Masturbation Month?) flew by. Maybe we were all having so much fun.....uh.....celebrating. I don't think I hit an all time high, but I did my best, which is where my story becomes relevant.
Maybe some of my history is in order first. I consider myself lucky because I began having orgasms fairly young, and was still a teenager when I began having them with a partner. It shouldn't surprise you that that partner was Od. I had the security and confidence in our relationship that I needed to finally be able to let go. (as much as a normally self-conscious 17 year old can) He's always been an avid learner and the subject of our sexuality was no different. I know things about myself because of him. And I have an awesome vibrator because of him, too. I was using it the first time I squirted.
It was during a very brief period when I was multi-orgasmic. I'd almost forgotten about it until Mrs.' article got me thinking on the subject. My self-love sessions were so far and few between (I was a much different Freya back then) that when they occurred I was all business. Within a minute of vibe to clit contact I had the first, longest and most fulfilling orgasm. Shut off the vibe. Wait a minute. Start up the vibe, and before you know it, orgasm number 2. It took a little longer, was over quickly, and number 3 was beginning before I could recover. My record was somewhere around 10. Focusing became difficult after 4 or 5. I let my body decide when it was finished. Often I became so thirsty from all the heavy breathing that I forced myself to stop, other times I was so tender and swollen that the sensation bordered on a tingling, buzzy, hot pain. But pleasure is addictive when you go so long with out it. It was the end of a particularly long dry spell when my determination overrode my body's white flag of surrender. I pushed for just. one. more. It was a fight to the finish. Dry mouth. Wrist cramp. Sore abdominal muscles from all the intense spasming. Shaky, weak legs. Throbbing, overused vulva. Rational brain arguing with primal brain.
"Just stop, relax, and enjoy. One more isn't worth the energy"
"Shut up! Yes it is. Something's there. I can feel it!"
Thumbing the power up another notch, I pressed the vibrator down even harder. Eventually it happen. An instantaneous flare of orgasm that was blanketed in the most bizarre heat, and I felt it from the top of my clit to my ass. My muscles tensed so much that my shoulders were off the bed and it was like the climax was being ripped from my body. It was pleasurable. Painful. Tingly and numb at the same time. Hot. And.............what the fuck? Wet? Had I not still been wearing my panties I might not have noticed. At first. But cotton cools off quickly, and cold, soaked underwear grabs one's attention. I thought I'd peed the bed.
Orgasmic fatigue was immediately replaced with panic. Shit! Now I had to change undies and change the bed. I was bewildered, not really worried, but kept a look out for other signs of incontinence. I've had kids, you know? Us women hear about those things happening. Never mind that we also hear about female ejaculation. That couldn't possibly be what this was. Squirting women just know - don't they?
I've had the same type of burning, gushing orgasm a handful of times since then. Occasionally from the trusty Panasonic (with longer time delays and on the 2nd or 3rd) and twice from my beloved LELO Soraya. All very intense with the telltale tingling. I'm usually aware that it's happened before I get a chance to investigate. I'm now aware of the sensations of squirting. Until recently.
It seems our bodies like to change things up every now and then. Good example : I'm no longer multi-orgasmic. Technically. And now my body like to be sneaky about squirting.
It was a few weeks ago back in May and I was honoring Masturbation Month in a rather rushed, last minute fashion, while I still had the house to myself. I was using my Icicles glass dildo. It's meant for G-spot stimulation and I combined it with the Panasonic. A two handed job, if you will. When I play with insertables, clitoral stimulation is saved for last as the thing that easily pushes me over the edge. This time felt like any other. It was a fairly quick, easily earned orgasm. The smooth hardness of the glass was doing it's job quite well. I was naked on the lower half only on top of the made bed. Before I finished riding out the pleasure I felt wetness under the small of my back. I froze. I knew what had happened, I just didn't know why. I had no telltale signs of heat or burning and it was my first/only orgasm. Toys pushed onto the floor, I hopped up to inspect the covers only to feel dripping from my entire lower body and from the back of my shirt! I made a wet spot that was the size of a turkey platter (sorry for the food reference) and it soaked through to the mattress pad. It didn't make any sense.
It was such a normal orgasm that produced my biggest gush to date when it usually accompanies such strong ones. I've had many releases lately at Od's hands that were so strong that I thought surely I'd squirted, and nope. Nothing. Sometimes it's from clit stimulation only, and sometimes combined with penetration. There are no rules, no secret combination to unlock the mystery of it, and I can't say that the gushing makes things more enjoyable - at least not for me. I know Od would get a thrill from it when and if my mind/body decides to cooperate. It can happen. I know this. It's not a myth, and I feel no superiority for having the ability to squirt. It just is.
And with the limitless ability to search the internet on any given topic, no question ever needs to remain unanswered.
No. It's not urine.
It ejects from the urethra.
You can practice with self stimulation, possibly focusing internally on the G-spot.
Of course you're normal if you don't squirt.
Learning to stop may be trickier than learning to start.
And all partners should enjoy your body's reaction to pleasure, no matter what. To hear some tell it, they happen to love a positive, exhilarating response from their lover. Huh. Go Figure. :)
I'm curious what my readers have to say.
Any experiences to share?
What are your thoughts?
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