....I offer up this paltry post. I know that I have a post (about a certain person losing some sort of virginity) I need to write, but I'm not feeling it. The words haven't connected properly in my brain just yet, so until they do how about I play along with Sunday Stealing?
1. Is there someone in your life you know you’d be better off without? I cleaned out my relationship closet from 2005-2009. I had a sister-in-law that didn't fit me anymore, a father-in-law that was a gift with purchase that I never liked, and one particular friend who was clingy in an unflattering way. I think I'm done. Everybody else is a good fit, and I've learned to be a picky shopper when it comes to new friends.
2. Do you get criticized because of your body? I'm sure it's possible, but not that I'm aware of. At least not anymore. My booty was before it's time back in high school and I had the nickname Bubble Butt. I didn't mind the name (it was true) but I minded the meanness behind the use of it by one particular guy. He attempted to get under my skin with snarky little jabs. I ignored him, but on some level I regret not calling him out for the asshole he was. I never had any boyfriends that minded the junk in my trunk. I remember when curvy booties became "in" and low-rise jeans made their appearance. I heard angels sing. It was about time that more people realized that having an ass did not make women fat, it made them fun to hold on to! ;)
3. Did you kiss the last person you called? No, I don't think my daughter would have appreciated me doing that. I called her boyfriend to let him know I was at the school to pick them up after the homecoming dance. Daughter was sans cell because of limited space in her clutch.
4. When was the last time you danced? I danced Wednesday morning in the kitchen by myself to a song that wouldn't get out of my head, so I played it on the stereo on repeat a few times to get it out of my system. It worked. Damn it. Now I'm thinking of it again.......
5. Do you keep in mind other people’s feelings? I keep them in mind when the situation calls for it, but I'm real big on making myself happy, and sometimes there's a cost.
6. If you have a hang nail, do you pull it or clip it? Pulling appeals to my laziness. Who wants to go all the way to the bathroom for the clippers? But clipping appeals to my need for efficiency. Pulling causes an angry flare up the next day that stays hurty for way too long. I solve this need by biting them. Win-win.
7. Who do you want to forget? I feel like if you forget the person, then you forget the lesson learned. So my answer is nobody, but I'll add that I've learned some big lessons in life.
8. Who was the last person to send you a letter? An estranged friend who is starting up a cleaning business. I guess a business letter counts, right? If not, then it was my husband's grandmother at Christmas last year.
9. Who did you last tell to shut up? Probably the cat. She's mouthy in the morning when she wants food. And I prefer a quiet morning.
10. What’s the last thing that you smelt that smelt bad? In all honesty, it was myself. I was in a hurry to pack up and head home Saturday morning and I forgot to apply deodorant. We're having unseasonably warm weather this weekend and the combined effects were quite obvious this morning. It's been remedied.
11. What’s your favorite cereal? I could always eat a bowl of Cheerios. Right now it's Multigrain Cheerios.
12. How do you feel when people lead you on, but they don’t even like you? If we're talking about dating prospects, then I have no experience with this. I have a good bullshit detector, plus I haven't dated in 20 years. Besides, who would do that? It's a waste of time and effort. If we're talking about people who try to be nice in order to use you, then I take a "fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" attitude.
13. Could you live without sunlight? Not happily.
14. What’s something you know is bad, but you want to do it anyway? Oh, that's a loaded question. What defines "bad"? I don't want to be arrested or permanently hurt anyone. Note I said permanently. *wicked grin* I have my own set of moral codes that I play by, and those have shifted over the last two years. I'm having a hard time nailing down an answer................The first thing that comes to mind is that I would want to experience men other than my husband. And for right now, that would be bad of me to do. We don't have an open relationship, and I'm not sure we're at a place in life where we could handle that. But if we were at that place and I did experience other men, then it wouldn't be bad. See? This "bad" label is tricky business.
15. What was the last thing you lied about? I told my friend that I was giving myself a pedicure in the bathroom when I was really expressing my milk into the sink. There are some things even good friends don't need to know. ;)
16. Do you regret anything you’ve done in the past week? I regretted staying up until 3 a.m. on Friday morning, but only until the coffee kicked in.
17. What was the last movie you bought? I purchased Red Riding Hood on demand if that counts. Maybe in July or August? Usually I rent movies.
18. What is a sport you would like to do? Ice skating would be fun. Gliding over the ice would feel like flying.
19. When was the last time you felt like crying? End of August was very emotional for me. Probably then.
20. Have you ever wanted to kill someone (not that you actually do it)? Kill as in dead? No. But seriously maim due to outrageous anger and frustration? Oh yes. Yes - lots and lots of times. I fantasized about wrapping my hands around someone's throat and choking the stupidity out of them. But that was years ago.
Thank you for playing this week on Sunday Stealing! Please leave a comment or link when you have posted. Stop back and visit other player’s posts. That is really what this is all about, making new friends! Have a great week. See you next Sunday!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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, October 5, 2011
Morning conversation
I'm always the last one out of bed on weekdays. The kids run around outside our bedroom door getting themselves ready for school and for all they know Od and I are sleeping. ;) We all know that's not the case. Morning snuggles are a great way to start the day, but don't do much in the way of inspiring me to hop out of bed. When Od's 7:25 alarm goes off on his phone he reluctantly gets up, checks that the kids left on time, then ambles about preparing for his own day.
Confession : I'm often asleep again by the time he returns to get dressed.
But a few days ago was different. I had work to do and he continued talking to me from all rooms of the house trying to keep me awake. He's good like that. But I was easily ignoring him. I'm bad like that. Knowing that his efforts needed kicked up a notch, he came into the room, told me to get up and warned me he was turning on the lights. By the time the offending brightness might have shocked my corneas I had withdrawn under the blankets and was grousing at the intrusion on my laziness.
He snickered at my immaturity and quipped "Ha! It's like you've retracted into your foreskin!"
My surprised bark of laughter was loud in my ears under the covers. My face was hot and my cheeks hurt when I finally crawled out to face the light.
"Oh my God! We have waaaaaaaaay too many conversations about circumcision!!!!!"
And it's true. We do.
Note to self : stop talking to husband about all the dick you see on Tumblr everyday.
Confession : I'm often asleep again by the time he returns to get dressed.
But a few days ago was different. I had work to do and he continued talking to me from all rooms of the house trying to keep me awake. He's good like that. But I was easily ignoring him. I'm bad like that. Knowing that his efforts needed kicked up a notch, he came into the room, told me to get up and warned me he was turning on the lights. By the time the offending brightness might have shocked my corneas I had withdrawn under the blankets and was grousing at the intrusion on my laziness.
He snickered at my immaturity and quipped "Ha! It's like you've retracted into your foreskin!"
My surprised bark of laughter was loud in my ears under the covers. My face was hot and my cheeks hurt when I finally crawled out to face the light.
"Oh my God! We have waaaaaaaaay too many conversations about circumcision!!!!!"
And it's true. We do.
Note to self : stop talking to husband about all the dick you see on Tumblr everyday.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
TMI Tuesday 10/4/11
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
This week’s TMI Tuesday idea is from Heelsnstocking
1. What’s the worst reason you have been given for breaking up?It was 6th grade and just after the New Year. My boyfriend had given me a very pretty necklace and earring set for Christmas, we had attended a friend's party and kissed - with tongue - for the first time. I didn't see him for the rest of the Christmas break. Here I was all in love and excited to see him again when we returned to school. And he proceeded to break up with me. Why? His mother told him he had to. Somehow she found out we kissed and didn't approve of him being with "that kind of girl". His mother made him break up with me. And he did it. Of course my pubescent brain blamed her (for being a cow) instead of him (for being a momma's boy), so 2 years later when he was much taller, more masculine and apparently still carrying a torch for me - we went out again. We dated for a few months, attended more parties (which were nothing more than make out sessions) and I did more than tongue kiss him. I let him touch my boobs. God bless front-hook bras. :)2. What’s the worst reason you gave, to someone, for breaking up?I've had a lot of break ups. I never lasted more than 6 months with a guy. I got bored with them or got distracted by a new guy. I'm not so full of myself than I can't admit my attitude was wrong back then. I played a lot of head games just because I could. I was young, impetuous, and having female power over a guy was a heady thing. I abused it. I was sometimes careless. I have a few regrets, but I was always pretty direct about breaking up. I never used the "it's me, not you" line, or made up lies to make him feel better. Maybe I should have. The worst reason I gave was telling my on-off boyfriend that I essentially hooked up with someone new at a party and was going to be dating him instead. I was brutally honest. Boyfriend was upset with my actions, but also with my choice in a new guy. He was an academic prick, and I ultimately grew weary of him and his preachy ways. It was about the 273rd time that he pointed out "You aren't applying yourself" that did me in. I went running back to my boyfriend. Boyfriend knew I would - we were both relieved. It was a game we knew well. I needed let off the leash once in awhile, but I always returned.
3. Have you ever engineered the end of a relationship e.g doing something you know will put the other person off? If yes, what did you do?I picked a fight with said boyfriend. Tension was building and it was getting close to that time when I needed off the leash. He was playing Nintendo and I was bored, sitting next to him and trying to divert his attention to me. I kept touching his glasses. He HATED that. He told me to stop touching his glasses. I told him to stop playing Nintendo. It was a battle of wills and I wanted to win. He blew up at me, I got pissed and walked out. He followed me out to my car and we proceeded to break up in the street. It was either the last time or next to last time that we broke up because in a few months' time I was going to Prom with his best friend. *cringe*
4. Have you ever stayed with a partner just because you could not bear to end it?I was about to type 'Never', but that's not entirely true. With boyfriends I never beat around the bush. I'm sick of you? Then you're gone. But marriage is different. I think the reason I stayed with Od during the really bad times is because I couldn't bear to be the one that was responsible for breaking up our family. I couldn't do that to the kids, but at the same time I was no good at faking happiness and my level of unhappiness was killing me. I thought long and hard before I made the decision to better myself and see what my "other choices" were.
5. Have you ever encouraged a friend to end a relationship? What happened? Are you still friends?In Junior High and High School I'm sure I gave that advice if a friend was constantly complaining about her boyfriend. Most likely because I was tired of listening to the evidence of why they were clearly wrong for each other. I have a low tolerance for teenage girl drama. Always have - even when I was a teenage girl. However, I never urged a friend to dump someone for ulterior motives. Even though one time she was dating a guy I really liked. I saw that they were a short-lived romance and chose to bide my time. It worked out well for me. ;) We're not still friends, but that's due to coming of age and moving on in life more than anything else.
As an adult I'm very careful about advising others on their relationships. I offer my experience or knowledge with some common sense thrown in - but it's ultimately their decision. With that being said, I've never been faced with a friend who was in an abusive relationship. That would be the only scenario where I would be pushy with my opinion. Abuse is a deal breaker. DTMFA!
Bonus: Have you ever been the cause of a relationship to end? Tell us about it. I suppose I might have been if any of my friends listened to my advice. I doubt they did. If memory serves me, the teenage girls in question preferred the drama of a crappy boyfriend over no drama at all. And as far as I know I've never directly been the reason for a break up such as being "the other woman". Don't get me wrong - there was once that possibility.......but she never found out. I really have a sordid past about break ups. I'm ashamed of most of my answers, to tell you the truth! LOL
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Friday, September 23, 2011
More Tumblr reccs
I've given some serious thought to starting my own Tumblr account. Never mind that I don't know how it actually works (I'm sure I'd flounder then eventually figure it out, much like blogging), but I find myself saving a lot of photos and trying to figure out ways to work them into this blog adding my own commentary, but it doesn't seem to fit with what's going on in my life. (usually) Tumblr works better for the drive by style of dumping a slew of interesting things and saying "Here's some stuff. You might like it. Might not. But it didn't waste too much of your time." I kinda like it. What I like more are the rare Tumblrers who spice things up with a quirky comment. I happen to like quirky, if you haven't figured that out about me. Quirky, weird, interesting, unusual, outrageous, funny, informational, and ridiculous things make me happy to be alive. And how could I not share that? We'll see.......
Of course, this is all dependant upon me finding time in my day for another project. I fear that looking behind the curtain and understanding how Tumblr works will only make it easier to get wrapped up in it. Right now I'm just an accidental tourist bumping into great sites serendipitously. With purpose and knowledge I can just forget about keeping my daily schedule. Hah! As if I manage that now. Remember that Goodwill donation I was gonna make on Monday? Mmm hmm. Still in my car. Today. I promise. Today.
So in light of not keeping schedules and wasting time, would you like to know about some new Tumblrs I've discovered? You would? Okay then. ;) In no particular order :
Calboner : Meet Cal. Now meet his boner. It's that simple. Actually, I don't know what the Cal stands for. Maybe California for all I know. What I do know is that his posts are all him, all the time. Some repeats, but goodness, they're worth lookin' at a few times! You may have to look twice just to see all of him. ;) The most impressive thing about him is his age. He's 50. *shoos you away with hands* Just go look.
Little Miss Spanky Pants : This site is run by her older boyfriend who takes great delight in warming her backside and showing it off in her cute undies. She sometimes gets a word in, but most of them are "No" and "That hurts". All very unconvincingly, too, by the way. She's very much an indignant brat when it comes time to bend over, but bend over she does. And they post videos. *sigh* Mesmerizing videos that I've watched repeatedly. I'm undecided if I like the spanking, her undies, his hands, or the basic voyeurism best. They've been absent for awhile. LMSP please come back.
James Deen : an account dedicated to gifs, clips, and commentary about this porn star. I wish it updated more often. I don't go much for industry porn, but he's a stand out for me. Maybe it's the sideburns. I don't know. But he fucks like a champ and really gets passionate about his work. He's a seasoned vet at the early age of 25. I thought he was much older. Makes me feel kinda dirty. Doesn't keep me from watching, mind you. :)
Retrogasm : Not sure how to describe this one. I'm still getting a feel for it, but there's a lot of vintage photos and gifs of pretty ladies, weird things, and T.V. stuff. If you like Marilyn Monroe, she has a fabulous collection of rare photos. Just neat. Fits in my quirky category. But a little bit sexy, too.
chasing the green faerie : Nothing to do with absinthe. Everything to do with outstanding photography of fantastic eye candy. Self described free spirited blog with a bohemian vibe about nature, people, and places. I found it last night. Can't stop looking and sighing. It's my new happy place.
I don't have sense to come in out of the rain. : Another I found last night and couldn't turn away from. I like to go back as far as I can when I find an interesting blogger. I want to know them, really get them, as much as I can. Her I like. Read her bio. It's pretty much exactly what I would say about me, except for the Catholic part. She's got a little bit of everything in there, much like I would.
My Daguerreotype Boyfriend : Ever wonder what male historical figures looked like in their prime? Been curious about how attractive men could've been with outdated hair and clothing styles? Yeah. They were still pretty hot and beautifully built. And hey, if you're nothing more than a history nut, this will interest you as well. I giggle at her use of the phrase "my boyfriend" when she writes about these men.
Shit He's Gorgeous : Fairly obvious. A bounty of male beauty to gaze upon. Not too graphic, mostly well groomed (waxed), and not gay themed. Surprising - because you know how I feel about M/M lovin'. Especially the pretty, fuzzy ones...........*sigh*............
On that note, I'm going to say farewell. Have a good weekend my lovies. I know I will, and you'll be reading about it soon enough!
*kiss kiss*
Now, where did I put my harness?....................
Of course, this is all dependant upon me finding time in my day for another project. I fear that looking behind the curtain and understanding how Tumblr works will only make it easier to get wrapped up in it. Right now I'm just an accidental tourist bumping into great sites serendipitously. With purpose and knowledge I can just forget about keeping my daily schedule. Hah! As if I manage that now. Remember that Goodwill donation I was gonna make on Monday? Mmm hmm. Still in my car. Today. I promise. Today.
So in light of not keeping schedules and wasting time, would you like to know about some new Tumblrs I've discovered? You would? Okay then. ;) In no particular order :
Calboner : Meet Cal. Now meet his boner. It's that simple. Actually, I don't know what the Cal stands for. Maybe California for all I know. What I do know is that his posts are all him, all the time. Some repeats, but goodness, they're worth lookin' at a few times! You may have to look twice just to see all of him. ;) The most impressive thing about him is his age. He's 50. *shoos you away with hands* Just go look.
Little Miss Spanky Pants : This site is run by her older boyfriend who takes great delight in warming her backside and showing it off in her cute undies. She sometimes gets a word in, but most of them are "No" and "That hurts". All very unconvincingly, too, by the way. She's very much an indignant brat when it comes time to bend over, but bend over she does. And they post videos. *sigh* Mesmerizing videos that I've watched repeatedly. I'm undecided if I like the spanking, her undies, his hands, or the basic voyeurism best. They've been absent for awhile. LMSP please come back.
James Deen : an account dedicated to gifs, clips, and commentary about this porn star. I wish it updated more often. I don't go much for industry porn, but he's a stand out for me. Maybe it's the sideburns. I don't know. But he fucks like a champ and really gets passionate about his work. He's a seasoned vet at the early age of 25. I thought he was much older. Makes me feel kinda dirty. Doesn't keep me from watching, mind you. :)
Retrogasm : Not sure how to describe this one. I'm still getting a feel for it, but there's a lot of vintage photos and gifs of pretty ladies, weird things, and T.V. stuff. If you like Marilyn Monroe, she has a fabulous collection of rare photos. Just neat. Fits in my quirky category. But a little bit sexy, too.
chasing the green faerie : Nothing to do with absinthe. Everything to do with outstanding photography of fantastic eye candy. Self described free spirited blog with a bohemian vibe about nature, people, and places. I found it last night. Can't stop looking and sighing. It's my new happy place.
I don't have sense to come in out of the rain. : Another I found last night and couldn't turn away from. I like to go back as far as I can when I find an interesting blogger. I want to know them, really get them, as much as I can. Her I like. Read her bio. It's pretty much exactly what I would say about me, except for the Catholic part. She's got a little bit of everything in there, much like I would.
My Daguerreotype Boyfriend : Ever wonder what male historical figures looked like in their prime? Been curious about how attractive men could've been with outdated hair and clothing styles? Yeah. They were still pretty hot and beautifully built. And hey, if you're nothing more than a history nut, this will interest you as well. I giggle at her use of the phrase "my boyfriend" when she writes about these men.
Shit He's Gorgeous : Fairly obvious. A bounty of male beauty to gaze upon. Not too graphic, mostly well groomed (waxed), and not gay themed. Surprising - because you know how I feel about M/M lovin'. Especially the pretty, fuzzy ones...........*sigh*............
On that note, I'm going to say farewell. Have a good weekend my lovies. I know I will, and you'll be reading about it soon enough!
*kiss kiss*
Now, where did I put my harness?....................
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. ;)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday Stealing 9/18/11
I haven't participated in awhile and thought it'd be a good way to pass the time on a boring Sunday afternoon and also to flex my typing muscles. They are pitifully underused recently. I'll spare you the details of my other underused anatomy. *heavy sigh.....* Wow, sorry, that was more like TMI Tuesday. Anyway, this is part 1 and part 2 all in one week :
1) Who is the last person you high-fived? My son, I think, when he told me he got a 95 on a Calculus test.
2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive. The draft yes. The war, I doubt it.
3) Do you sleep with the TV on? No. I rarely watch TV at all. I do however fall asleep listening to podcasts. They knock me right out, but waking up with earbuds strangling me is no fun.
4) Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton? Yep.
5) Have you ever won a spelling bee? Maybe. I can't remember, but I always lasted until the final few. These were not big bees, just classroom or grade level bees.
6) Have you ever been stung by a bee? Just once, but I remember it well. I was in 2nd grade, it was at a football game, on my inner thigh, and it hurt. Badly, for days.
7) How fast can you type? Only as quick as I think, which sometimes is slow. I took typing in school and learned the "proper" way to type with finger placement and everything, but I lost my skill and now I have to look at the keyboard, yet I still make mistakes. I made 3 typing this answer.
8) Are you afraid of the dark? Oh, no. I love the dark and feel comfortable in it, except when camping and I have to trek to the potty in the middle of the night. Why do I always have to pee in the early hours of camping, but I never do at home? Can someone please tell me that?
9) Eye color: Depends on what I'm wearing. Blue-gray, blue-green, and sometimes just blue. They look prettiest when I wear teal. So I'm told.
10) Have you ever made out at a drive-in? No. The last movie I even saw at a drive-in was Turner and Hooch with my boyfriend, his mom and her boyfriend when I was 14 or 15.
11) When was the last time you chose a bath over a shower? A week or two ago. It was bubbly and smelled like lavender.
12) Do you knock on wood? When I use the phrase I do. And that's not often.
13) Do you floss daily? No.
15) Can you hula hoop? Oh, yes. I'm a good hula hooper.
16) Are you good at keeping secrets? Yes, but it depends on the seriousness of the secret. And I'm a pretty good liar if I need to cover the truth to keep a secret. With that being said, I'm a very honest person (sometimes to a fault) and I'm quick to share things with Od - unless I'm specifically told "tell no one".
17) What do you want for Christmas? To go far far away and stay in a cabin where it does nothing outside but snow.
18) Do you know the Muffin Man? Yeah, and so do my hips. ;) That's why I'm so good at hula hooping. He lives at Panera in case you were interested.
19) Do you talk in your sleep? I've said some outrageous, non-sensical things when I get woken up by being asked a question, but I don't think I talk during sleep.
20) Who wrote the book of love? There isn't one, silly. Don't you know there is no book, pamphlet, guidelines or even rules where love is concerned? It's too tricky.
And now for part 2 :
21) Have you ever flown a kite? A few times when I was a kid and a few times with my own kids. Rarely successfully. Sometimes with tears.
22) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? I do.
23) Do you consider yourself successful? By my own standards I am successful in certain areas and a failure in others. I'm currently working on them. Failing really, really sucks.
24) When was the last time that you made an obscene phone call? I don't recall ever having made one. Now texting is an entirely different subject......
25) Have you ever asked for a pony? No. I never had a horse phase that a lot of adolescent girls have.
26) Plans for tomorrow? Making a lot of phone calls and dropping off a very large load of donations to Goodwill, and spending some time in my studio if time allows. Oh, and I'm also roasting a turkey.
27) Can you juggle? No. I've tried.
28) Missing someone now? Not really.
29) When was the last time you told someone "I love you"? I replied "love you too" in email form about an hour ago if that counts.
30) And truly meant it? I mean it every time I say it or I can't say it at all.
31) How often do you drink alcohol? 3-4 times per month or less, and my limit is 2-3 drinks. I'm a lightweight drinker.
32) How are you feeling today? bored and frustrated, but the frustration is plateauing into complacency. That's worrisome.
33) Have you every tried to write a meme? No, but I've thought about it.
34) Have you ever been fired from a job? Yes. I had to make a choice : be somewhere I wanted to be or get fired for not going in. It was a part time job and I was young and hot-headed. So I did what I wanted, knowing I'd lose my job over it. My enthusiasm for the job was winding down anyway, but I regret the "fired" stigma.
35) What are you looking forward to? Tomorrow. I love Mondays. Seriously. It's a brand new week with a clean slate. I love that.
36) Have you ever crawled through a window? Yep. I used to crawl through my old bedroom window to sunbathe on the patio roof. (and to smoke)
37) What's the most recent bad meal that you had to endure? The grilled pork loin I made 2 nights ago. It was probably in the freezer too long or just not a quality piece of meat to begin with, then I cut the pieces too thick and they were undercooked. Not a good sign when the steamed broccoli is the best part of the meal. :(
38) Can you handle the truth? Yes I can. I just wish others around me could, as well.
39) Whose to blame for what's going on? I don't care to assign blame. It indicates a refusal to take responsibility.
40) What will it take to fix it all up? Accepting the truth, holding ourselves accountable, letting go of egos, and being helpful instead of harmful.
Thank you for playing this week on Sunday Stealing! Please leave a comment or link when you have posted. Stop back and visit other player’s posts. That is really what this is all about, making new friends! Have a great week. See you next Sunday!
1) Who is the last person you high-fived? My son, I think, when he told me he got a 95 on a Calculus test.
2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive. The draft yes. The war, I doubt it.
3) Do you sleep with the TV on? No. I rarely watch TV at all. I do however fall asleep listening to podcasts. They knock me right out, but waking up with earbuds strangling me is no fun.
4) Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton? Yep.
5) Have you ever won a spelling bee? Maybe. I can't remember, but I always lasted until the final few. These were not big bees, just classroom or grade level bees.
6) Have you ever been stung by a bee? Just once, but I remember it well. I was in 2nd grade, it was at a football game, on my inner thigh, and it hurt. Badly, for days.
7) How fast can you type? Only as quick as I think, which sometimes is slow. I took typing in school and learned the "proper" way to type with finger placement and everything, but I lost my skill and now I have to look at the keyboard, yet I still make mistakes. I made 3 typing this answer.
8) Are you afraid of the dark? Oh, no. I love the dark and feel comfortable in it, except when camping and I have to trek to the potty in the middle of the night. Why do I always have to pee in the early hours of camping, but I never do at home? Can someone please tell me that?
9) Eye color: Depends on what I'm wearing. Blue-gray, blue-green, and sometimes just blue. They look prettiest when I wear teal. So I'm told.
10) Have you ever made out at a drive-in? No. The last movie I even saw at a drive-in was Turner and Hooch with my boyfriend, his mom and her boyfriend when I was 14 or 15.
11) When was the last time you chose a bath over a shower? A week or two ago. It was bubbly and smelled like lavender.
12) Do you knock on wood? When I use the phrase I do. And that's not often.
13) Do you floss daily? No.
15) Can you hula hoop? Oh, yes. I'm a good hula hooper.
16) Are you good at keeping secrets? Yes, but it depends on the seriousness of the secret. And I'm a pretty good liar if I need to cover the truth to keep a secret. With that being said, I'm a very honest person (sometimes to a fault) and I'm quick to share things with Od - unless I'm specifically told "tell no one".
17) What do you want for Christmas? To go far far away and stay in a cabin where it does nothing outside but snow.
18) Do you know the Muffin Man? Yeah, and so do my hips. ;) That's why I'm so good at hula hooping. He lives at Panera in case you were interested.
19) Do you talk in your sleep? I've said some outrageous, non-sensical things when I get woken up by being asked a question, but I don't think I talk during sleep.
20) Who wrote the book of love? There isn't one, silly. Don't you know there is no book, pamphlet, guidelines or even rules where love is concerned? It's too tricky.
And now for part 2 :
21) Have you ever flown a kite? A few times when I was a kid and a few times with my own kids. Rarely successfully. Sometimes with tears.
22) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? I do.
23) Do you consider yourself successful? By my own standards I am successful in certain areas and a failure in others. I'm currently working on them. Failing really, really sucks.
24) When was the last time that you made an obscene phone call? I don't recall ever having made one. Now texting is an entirely different subject......
25) Have you ever asked for a pony? No. I never had a horse phase that a lot of adolescent girls have.
26) Plans for tomorrow? Making a lot of phone calls and dropping off a very large load of donations to Goodwill, and spending some time in my studio if time allows. Oh, and I'm also roasting a turkey.
27) Can you juggle? No. I've tried.
28) Missing someone now? Not really.
29) When was the last time you told someone "I love you"? I replied "love you too" in email form about an hour ago if that counts.
30) And truly meant it? I mean it every time I say it or I can't say it at all.
31) How often do you drink alcohol? 3-4 times per month or less, and my limit is 2-3 drinks. I'm a lightweight drinker.
32) How are you feeling today? bored and frustrated, but the frustration is plateauing into complacency. That's worrisome.
33) Have you every tried to write a meme? No, but I've thought about it.
34) Have you ever been fired from a job? Yes. I had to make a choice : be somewhere I wanted to be or get fired for not going in. It was a part time job and I was young and hot-headed. So I did what I wanted, knowing I'd lose my job over it. My enthusiasm for the job was winding down anyway, but I regret the "fired" stigma.
35) What are you looking forward to? Tomorrow. I love Mondays. Seriously. It's a brand new week with a clean slate. I love that.
36) Have you ever crawled through a window? Yep. I used to crawl through my old bedroom window to sunbathe on the patio roof. (and to smoke)
37) What's the most recent bad meal that you had to endure? The grilled pork loin I made 2 nights ago. It was probably in the freezer too long or just not a quality piece of meat to begin with, then I cut the pieces too thick and they were undercooked. Not a good sign when the steamed broccoli is the best part of the meal. :(
38) Can you handle the truth? Yes I can. I just wish others around me could, as well.
39) Whose to blame for what's going on? I don't care to assign blame. It indicates a refusal to take responsibility.
40) What will it take to fix it all up? Accepting the truth, holding ourselves accountable, letting go of egos, and being helpful instead of harmful.
Thank you for playing this week on Sunday Stealing! Please leave a comment or link when you have posted. Stop back and visit other player’s posts. That is really what this is all about, making new friends! Have a great week. See you next Sunday!
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