- She's straddled on top of me. Her shirt is off. What an awesome view it is! Now I know why the boys like it when we're on top of them. Seeing my hands run up her body, her soft, soft (OMG so effin' SOFT!) skin.
- Her gasps as I pinch her nipples - I'm beginning to learn her body, what she likes. What she likes is a little roughness - a little man-handling if you will.
- When she let her hair down; fuck that is hot. Her hair is thick and silky and there's so much of it. When it touches my body an electric thrill runs through me and makes me wet. I grab a huge handful of it and make her kiss me and I kiss her back hard and I don't so much hear as feel her moans.
- My mouth on her nipple, my teeth on her edges, her gasps and quickening breath.
- When she was stroking his cock and talking to him the entire time "You like that? You like when I stroke your cock in front of your woman?" and more...he's usually calling ME slut - now she's calling HIM slut - and we both love it.
- She insists on watching us fuck. "Do it, I want to see it. Oh my god yes, like that. Fuck that is hot!" She masturbates at his command. He's behind me, slamming me hard the way I like it. He's making me come, she's making herself come. It is beautiful.
3.14.2007
Back
When I have delicious, unexpected, hawt sex with my girlfriend AND boyfriend, it's kind of hard to remember all the details. My memories turn out to be flashes of images and feelings, here are the best from last weekend:
3.11.2007
2.08.2007
Resolved
May it hereby be declared that our "issue" is resolved.
THANK. FUCKING. GOD.
The kids were the center of it. I was so freakin' stressed out when the kids were home and it was because he'd get all quiet and remote; his silent dismay at them being around was palpable to me. He would focus on his computer entire evenings at a time. He always managed to schedule his social activities when they were with us for the week. This did two things, took away our "family" time AND made me miss out on visiting friends. And it seemed the only time he said anything about them was to tell me "So and so did this." or "Isn't so and so grounded from the phone?" or "Jeez, so and so really makes a lot of noise."
I just couldn't handle it any longer. When I tried to talk to him about it, he clammed up.
Not. One. Word.
Which scared the bejeezus out of me because I had NO idea what he was thinking and of course I always think worse-case scenario and that would be him leaving.
But I wasn't happy. I was snippy and grouchy and bitchy. I had no tolerance for him even when the kids WEREN'T around. It just wasn't good....
When we had the talk, it was me - being miserable, trying to explain myself and WHY I felt the way I felt. He kept calling me on using words like "always" and "never" like it was a symantics issue, not a him-being-an-ass issue. I went to bed that night defeated. I didn't feel any better. I didn't know HOW things were going to turn out.
However, much, MUCH unlike my ex-husband, he actually listened. He made changes. He put forth effort. And really it was kind of a shock. A slow, dawning realization that this is NOT my old relationship. This is a person that cares enough to make concrete changes in his behavior FOR ME.
He cares. He loves me enough to actually DO SOMETHING about it.
I am a happy girl once again.
And his cock knows it. ;D
THANK. FUCKING. GOD.
The kids were the center of it. I was so freakin' stressed out when the kids were home and it was because he'd get all quiet and remote; his silent dismay at them being around was palpable to me. He would focus on his computer entire evenings at a time. He always managed to schedule his social activities when they were with us for the week. This did two things, took away our "family" time AND made me miss out on visiting friends. And it seemed the only time he said anything about them was to tell me "So and so did this." or "Isn't so and so grounded from the phone?" or "Jeez, so and so really makes a lot of noise."
I just couldn't handle it any longer. When I tried to talk to him about it, he clammed up.
Not. One. Word.
Which scared the bejeezus out of me because I had NO idea what he was thinking and of course I always think worse-case scenario and that would be him leaving.
But I wasn't happy. I was snippy and grouchy and bitchy. I had no tolerance for him even when the kids WEREN'T around. It just wasn't good....
When we had the talk, it was me - being miserable, trying to explain myself and WHY I felt the way I felt. He kept calling me on using words like "always" and "never" like it was a symantics issue, not a him-being-an-ass issue. I went to bed that night defeated. I didn't feel any better. I didn't know HOW things were going to turn out.
However, much, MUCH unlike my ex-husband, he actually listened. He made changes. He put forth effort. And really it was kind of a shock. A slow, dawning realization that this is NOT my old relationship. This is a person that cares enough to make concrete changes in his behavior FOR ME.
He cares. He loves me enough to actually DO SOMETHING about it.
I am a happy girl once again.
And his cock knows it. ;D
1.30.2007
Lesson Learned
It's funny how a relationship changes over time. When we started out it was all sweetness and light and "oh-my-gawd-I'm-so-in-love-with-you." Our love transcended day-to-day normalcy. It made every day special. We couldn't get enough of each other, physically or emotionally or mentally. We delighted in little surprises and planned for big ones. We made a big production of sexual discovery. Together we bought toys and lubes and sexy underwear for each other.
It was all new to us. We loved it. We reveled in it. We had both been so fucking miserable in our last relationships that we were continually astonished at how good this was.
Then I started noticing we don't really talk. We don't have those long discourses over dinner about the future or the kids or ....
i'll have to come back to this - it's too depressing...
It was all new to us. We loved it. We reveled in it. We had both been so fucking miserable in our last relationships that we were continually astonished at how good this was.
Then I started noticing we don't really talk. We don't have those long discourses over dinner about the future or the kids or ....
i'll have to come back to this - it's too depressing...
1.19.2007
Yahtzee! Part Deux
"If you get a Yahtzee, you get a spanking"
I got a Yahtzee. So did he. So she spanked us both.
She went so easy on me. I know she did.
She/we DIDN'T go so easy on him. He likes it that way.
Then she piped up "You wanna do me?"
OF. COURSE.
She bent over the ottoman and I pulled her sweats down to reveal the creamiest, softest piece of ass I've ever experienced. I ran my hands all over it marveling at how silky her skin feels. All over, up and around her cheeks, down the back of her thighs, lightly running my fore finger up her crack, secretly thrilled to the core at how naughty I was being by going there.
I caressed her with the leather strap and my hands, alternating light pats with rubs. Her ass was cold, her skin cool to the touch. I meant to warm it up. I took a pass with my hand, the strap and then WHAP! I gave her a good crack. She moaned and I gave her another on the other side. I felt her melt a bit into the ottoman, a release of tension that ran out after her tensing in reaction to the sting. I kept at it. A few light taps...tap, tap, tap, tap, WHACK! She likes it a few times in the same place. I obliged. After I had worked her over - just a bit mind you really - I dropped the strap and started using both hands to feel her skin now. A bit warmer. Hmmmm...I felt the very slight rises in her skin where the strap had made contact. Her ass is so fucking soft I am compelled to rub my face on it, to feel the difference between the heat of the contact points and the contrasting coolness of the rest. She groaned deeply as my hair ran across her exposed skin. I reveled in the feeling of skin on skin. Velvety warm/cold expanses of bare skin, I was in heaven.
I sat back up and started in with my hands. Rubbing, running my hands up and down and around, then WHACK! I didn't hold back. There is only so much one can do with one's hand since it feels the pain too. I raised my handprint on her ass clearly in more than one place. When she squealed too loud, I would stop and give that particular welt a big sloppy wet lick then blow gently along the wet path. Then back to the rubbing, looking for cool spots that still needed attention. I NEEDED to feel that skin on my cheek again; I ran my face all over her. I stopped and nipped in places, carefully minding my biting. I really wanted to chomp her, eat her up, roll around on her, dive in and feel this all over.
Oh man...I'd do that again anytime.
I got a Yahtzee. So did he. So she spanked us both.
She went so easy on me. I know she did.
She/we DIDN'T go so easy on him. He likes it that way.
Then she piped up "You wanna do me?"
OF. COURSE.
She bent over the ottoman and I pulled her sweats down to reveal the creamiest, softest piece of ass I've ever experienced. I ran my hands all over it marveling at how silky her skin feels. All over, up and around her cheeks, down the back of her thighs, lightly running my fore finger up her crack, secretly thrilled to the core at how naughty I was being by going there.
I caressed her with the leather strap and my hands, alternating light pats with rubs. Her ass was cold, her skin cool to the touch. I meant to warm it up. I took a pass with my hand, the strap and then WHAP! I gave her a good crack. She moaned and I gave her another on the other side. I felt her melt a bit into the ottoman, a release of tension that ran out after her tensing in reaction to the sting. I kept at it. A few light taps...tap, tap, tap, tap, WHACK! She likes it a few times in the same place. I obliged. After I had worked her over - just a bit mind you really - I dropped the strap and started using both hands to feel her skin now. A bit warmer. Hmmmm...I felt the very slight rises in her skin where the strap had made contact. Her ass is so fucking soft I am compelled to rub my face on it, to feel the difference between the heat of the contact points and the contrasting coolness of the rest. She groaned deeply as my hair ran across her exposed skin. I reveled in the feeling of skin on skin. Velvety warm/cold expanses of bare skin, I was in heaven.
I sat back up and started in with my hands. Rubbing, running my hands up and down and around, then WHACK! I didn't hold back. There is only so much one can do with one's hand since it feels the pain too. I raised my handprint on her ass clearly in more than one place. When she squealed too loud, I would stop and give that particular welt a big sloppy wet lick then blow gently along the wet path. Then back to the rubbing, looking for cool spots that still needed attention. I NEEDED to feel that skin on my cheek again; I ran my face all over her. I stopped and nipped in places, carefully minding my biting. I really wanted to chomp her, eat her up, roll around on her, dive in and feel this all over.
Oh man...I'd do that again anytime.
1.12.2007
Yahtzee!
It's cold outside. Really cold. No, I mean like really cold.
6 months ago it was 70 degrees warmer than it is right now. Factoid.
Did I mention I'm addicted to Yahtzee? That the man and I play EVERY night?
The other night he was rolling hawt. Really hawt. No, I mean like really hawt. It pissed me off.
The next day I sent him text messages. Naughty ones. Text messages telling him I wanted to spank him hard. Really hard. No, I mean like really hard.
Then I got wound up. I was texting him this:
... I want to spank you hard
... I'm gonna find our leather switch
... I'm gonna push you up against the wall as soon as we get in the door.
... I'm gonna make you push your jeans down around your ankles.
... then tell you to put your hands high on the wall
... if you move them you get more
... I'm gonna spank your ass HARD
... until it's all red and glowy
... you're going to count each one out loud
... you get one lash for each fucking Yahtzee you score including those from last night
... and I'm counting every Yahtzee you get between now and when the kids are gone too
... when I'm done, I'm going to get out the lube
... I'm going to lube your sensitive hole and drive you crazy
Yahtzee count = 13 Days to go = 2
6 months ago it was 70 degrees warmer than it is right now. Factoid.
Did I mention I'm addicted to Yahtzee? That the man and I play EVERY night?
The other night he was rolling hawt. Really hawt. No, I mean like really hawt. It pissed me off.
The next day I sent him text messages. Naughty ones. Text messages telling him I wanted to spank him hard. Really hard. No, I mean like really hard.
Then I got wound up. I was texting him this:
... I want to spank you hard
... I'm gonna find our leather switch
... I'm gonna push you up against the wall as soon as we get in the door.
... I'm gonna make you push your jeans down around your ankles.
... then tell you to put your hands high on the wall
... if you move them you get more
... I'm gonna spank your ass HARD
... until it's all red and glowy
... you're going to count each one out loud
... you get one lash for each fucking Yahtzee you score including those from last night
... and I'm counting every Yahtzee you get between now and when the kids are gone too
... when I'm done, I'm going to get out the lube
... I'm going to lube your sensitive hole and drive you crazy
Yahtzee count = 13 Days to go = 2
1.09.2007
I want to get married.
I want to but I don't want to at the same time. I'm ambivalent. I didn't used to be. I was god damned sure I was going to marry this man and we were going to live happily ever after.
Now I'm not so sure. He keeps telling me he loves me - every day in fact. And that I'm hawt and cute.
But you know that whole "Actions speak louder than words" thing? Yeah, that's the one that's starting to hold me up.
Which makes me doubt, which turns me off, which shuts down one avenue of connecting (sex), which leads to people being snippy and/or cold, which leads to me thinking he's fucking stoopid.
I want to but I don't want to at the same time. I'm ambivalent. I didn't used to be. I was god damned sure I was going to marry this man and we were going to live happily ever after.
Now I'm not so sure. He keeps telling me he loves me - every day in fact. And that I'm hawt and cute.
But you know that whole "Actions speak louder than words" thing? Yeah, that's the one that's starting to hold me up.
Which makes me doubt, which turns me off, which shuts down one avenue of connecting (sex), which leads to people being snippy and/or cold, which leads to me thinking he's fucking stoopid.
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