I'm at home on bereavement leave. My father died three days after Christmas. I just met him last year...well not last year because now it's next year but last, last year.
He and my mom divorced when I was just a wee one. (3? I think?) He chose to be the non-existant type. My mom NEVER talked about him, ever. She remarried when I was five and I consider that man my father, my dad, my man to compare all men to.
Fast forward to my 38th year, I get an e-mail out of the blue. I've remained close to my grandmother, his mother, my entire life. I told her right after I got my taxes back that I'd be out to see her with the kids in tow. She lives in the middle of no where and there ain't much to do. The plan was to spend a day or two at the amusement parks (along the scale of which we just don't have around here) and then drive out to see her for a couple of days. 'Lo and behold, a quick little electronic missive and I was suddenly faced with not just a week alone with my kids on the road (so to speak) but to meet my father face to face? Ack!
I pulled up in the rental car after driving three hours and the first thing out of his mouth is "You're late!"
Jeebus - really? Really?
"You've waited this long, another couple of minutes isn't going to kill you," was my reply.
But things actually went a bit better after that and I even saw him again that summer when my SO and I went back for a convention near-by. That Christmas when I called my grandma, she was all broken up because he had collapsed, thinking he was having a heart attack. It turned out to be a tumor in his throat. And then another one on his esophogus. And it turned out to be terminal. And in the space of one year, I met the man and lost the man.
The kids and I, we all have his dimples.
1.03.2007
12.21.2006
I feel obliged to let you all know I have not fallen off the face of the earth.
I've just been busy.
My blogging really dropped off after my adventurous beach weekend. The one you wanted to hear the most about.
Nothing with her has happened since then, except I *think* she's finally stopped seeing her toxic man. I say *think* because she doesn't discuss him with me any longer. The day I told her "If he really loved you he'd leave you the fuck alone so you could get on with your life." was the day she stopped mentioning anything about him.
He was just, well...wrong.
Tonight though, we are attending one of her client's Christmas parties. And since her clients are the types of people that in general have a lot of money, I'm sure it's going to be a schmancy affair. She has naughtieness in mind. She prologued her invitation with a long, drawn-out story about a lesbian looking for a fling after breaking up with her long-time lover. Apparently the lesbian will be there too. Am I being set up? Or am I her "wing man"?
Either way, it should kick ass.
I've just been busy.
My blogging really dropped off after my adventurous beach weekend. The one you wanted to hear the most about.
Nothing with her has happened since then, except I *think* she's finally stopped seeing her toxic man. I say *think* because she doesn't discuss him with me any longer. The day I told her "If he really loved you he'd leave you the fuck alone so you could get on with your life." was the day she stopped mentioning anything about him.
He was just, well...wrong.
Tonight though, we are attending one of her client's Christmas parties. And since her clients are the types of people that in general have a lot of money, I'm sure it's going to be a schmancy affair. She has naughtieness in mind. She prologued her invitation with a long, drawn-out story about a lesbian looking for a fling after breaking up with her long-time lover. Apparently the lesbian will be there too. Am I being set up? Or am I her "wing man"?
Either way, it should kick ass.
12.20.2006
11.22.2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
Turkey day tomorrow...dinner at his mom's then dessert at my mom's. Kids are with their dad...it's going to be quiet. . . Until he bends me over the bed and fucks me so hard I begin moaning louder and louder and louder, eventually filling the house with the noise of my ecstatsy.
11.21.2006
Saturday morning...
There is a deep, keening need inside him. When he sees her face, her mouth, her tousled hair; when he watches her like this, sleeping peacefully, it is all he can do to keep himself from launching himself at her. He wants to ravish her. He wants to engulf her and feel her engulf him.
He's been awake for nearly an hour now. She's still sleeping and he's been watching her. Just looking; trying to comprehend what it is that makes her the most wonderful woman he knows in the world. Pondering the question of why SHE has chosen him. She's not only chosen him, she makes him feel ten - no five hundred times - the man he used to be with his ex. He sees himself in her eyes now and it is a much more flattering picture. She tackle-hugs him every time he comes home. When she sees him, a huge smile spreads across her face. When he talks she listens and understands and agrees and engages in conversation back with him. When he calls he can hear the delight in her voice that he's on the line. When they go out together she holds his hand. She takes every opportunity, demonstrates in a million little ways every single day, shows in action at all times that she's completed besotted with him.
And the sex...OMG the sex. The soft, sweet, gentle love-making gazing deep into each others'eyes is good, something completely missing in his previous life. However, it's the hard, pounding, animal-noise sex in myriad positions that really gets his motor going. His previous life of straight missionary position is forever banished. She loves getting slammed from behind - HARD. He can yank her hair and pinch her nipples, slap her ass and tie her up - she loves it all. He knows all he has to do is take a nipple in his mouth or cup his hand around her mound and she'll be wet, slick with desire. She has no qualms about sucking his cock, licking his balls or tonguing his asshole. The sensations he's felt with her have catapulted his libido into the stratosphere, creating an awesome, viscious cycle of escalating hedonism.
He's got a raging boner. One of those rock hard morning woods. The kind he knows she loves so much. He watches her eyes move behind her lids. He leans in and smells her - she smells so good he wants to eat her up. She's so soft and smooth he wants to roll his entire body all over her. He wants to thrust his cock into her mouth. He wants to finger her g-spot and watch her writhe.
He settles for beginning with light kisses all over her face. As he moves down her neck with his lips he feels her stir. His heart leaps; he knows she's awake now and their day can start.
He's been awake for nearly an hour now. She's still sleeping and he's been watching her. Just looking; trying to comprehend what it is that makes her the most wonderful woman he knows in the world. Pondering the question of why SHE has chosen him. She's not only chosen him, she makes him feel ten - no five hundred times - the man he used to be with his ex. He sees himself in her eyes now and it is a much more flattering picture. She tackle-hugs him every time he comes home. When she sees him, a huge smile spreads across her face. When he talks she listens and understands and agrees and engages in conversation back with him. When he calls he can hear the delight in her voice that he's on the line. When they go out together she holds his hand. She takes every opportunity, demonstrates in a million little ways every single day, shows in action at all times that she's completed besotted with him.
And the sex...OMG the sex. The soft, sweet, gentle love-making gazing deep into each others'eyes is good, something completely missing in his previous life. However, it's the hard, pounding, animal-noise sex in myriad positions that really gets his motor going. His previous life of straight missionary position is forever banished. She loves getting slammed from behind - HARD. He can yank her hair and pinch her nipples, slap her ass and tie her up - she loves it all. He knows all he has to do is take a nipple in his mouth or cup his hand around her mound and she'll be wet, slick with desire. She has no qualms about sucking his cock, licking his balls or tonguing his asshole. The sensations he's felt with her have catapulted his libido into the stratosphere, creating an awesome, viscious cycle of escalating hedonism.
He's got a raging boner. One of those rock hard morning woods. The kind he knows she loves so much. He watches her eyes move behind her lids. He leans in and smells her - she smells so good he wants to eat her up. She's so soft and smooth he wants to roll his entire body all over her. He wants to thrust his cock into her mouth. He wants to finger her g-spot and watch her writhe.
He settles for beginning with light kisses all over her face. As he moves down her neck with his lips he feels her stir. His heart leaps; he knows she's awake now and their day can start.
10.20.2006
Weekend at the Beach: Part I
I've been grossly negligent in updating this blog. Please forgive me, I've been going through a dental horror story - just in time for Halloween! Suffice it to say that I now have an "instrument" lodged in the root canal of tooth #30 and the adventure is no where near complete. Enough about that...root canals are totally unsexy...
My S.O. and I went to the beach a couple of weekends ago with my bestest friend ever. Her mother owns a tiny cabin hidden in the trees above the shoreline. The only heat is the woodstove. The only amusement provided is an extensive library of books and old VHS black and white movies. The bathroom sink doesn't work, the sauna's on the fritz and the roof leaks - luckily, it didn't rain until the day we decided to head out.
We left town Friday after work. Mostly missing the traffic, we arrived at the cabin around 8:30pm. We'd
already eaten on the way so our first order of business (after unloading the cars) was consuming cocktails. She's just discovered the lime martini - WAY too much for my citric sensitive stomach, she and he had schooners of the stuff while I imbibed screwdrivers.
As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I brought my toy box. It didn't take long for us to start comparing what we'd brought along. She had a smaller collection of the same stuff I had - and one extra thing - black liquid latex. Have you heard of this stuff? (I can't rightly find a link at this time.) Liquid latex is painted on freshly lotioned skin. It dries into a shiny, supple, erotic, tight case around. I was the first to be canvas - cuz I'm easy. ;p She painted my breasts, my belly; he painted my back. As it dried and tightened many pictures were taken, much more booze was consumed and other very naughty ideas were tossed around. After the latex dries, one can parade around in a second skin for a while but eventually the fun part is the peeling off. It's a combination of kink blending a slow revelation of flesh with pain as the latex holds on to the little hairs as it's being peeled away. It reminded me of candle wax play; this is definitely something men would want to approach with EXTREME caution. The heart pattern on my back stood in bas relief for a good while after everything was picked clean. I could feel the burn of love.
Next we latexed his prick. It was fun, but dang, the thing - painted in black - looked a bit diseased to be honest (LOL!) and not really worth the production.
Then it was her turn. He did most of the painting while I tried to shape her pubic hair into a heart shape. Hearts were the theme and since I was finished way before he was, I started taking pictures too. Some are VERY naughty looking pictures of completely innocent positions - he just happened to be doing this naked. She was being very fidgety so I had to hold her down with a lip lock. Once our lips met, we realized we couldn't get enough of each other. Girl lips are so different from boy lips. Soft - so soft my entire self would melt each time I realized where I was. I felt my body turn into a puddle then tighten up as a rush of lust blasted through me and my breathing turned to panting. She told me I was a good kisser and the delight in hearing that come from her lips rippled down my spine and made me tingle in naughty places. As we continued macking on each other, he finished his paint job. Only our lips had touched but my entire body was flushed. We lifted her up off the floor so she could check out his art work. I couldn't touch her yet but oh I so wanted to...
My S.O. and I went to the beach a couple of weekends ago with my bestest friend ever. Her mother owns a tiny cabin hidden in the trees above the shoreline. The only heat is the woodstove. The only amusement provided is an extensive library of books and old VHS black and white movies. The bathroom sink doesn't work, the sauna's on the fritz and the roof leaks - luckily, it didn't rain until the day we decided to head out.
We left town Friday after work. Mostly missing the traffic, we arrived at the cabin around 8:30pm. We'd
already eaten on the way so our first order of business (after unloading the cars) was consuming cocktails. She's just discovered the lime martini - WAY too much for my citric sensitive stomach, she and he had schooners of the stuff while I imbibed screwdrivers.As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I brought my toy box. It didn't take long for us to start comparing what we'd brought along. She had a smaller collection of the same stuff I had - and one extra thing - black liquid latex. Have you heard of this stuff? (I can't rightly find a link at this time.) Liquid latex is painted on freshly lotioned skin. It dries into a shiny, supple, erotic, tight case around. I was the first to be canvas - cuz I'm easy. ;p She painted my breasts, my belly; he painted my back. As it dried and tightened many pictures were taken, much more booze was consumed and other very naughty ideas were tossed around. After the latex dries, one can parade around in a second skin for a while but eventually the fun part is the peeling off. It's a combination of kink blending a slow revelation of flesh with pain as the latex holds on to the little hairs as it's being peeled away. It reminded me of candle wax play; this is definitely something men would want to approach with EXTREME caution. The heart pattern on my back stood in bas relief for a good while after everything was picked clean. I could feel the burn of love.
Next we latexed his prick. It was fun, but dang, the thing - painted in black - looked a bit diseased to be honest (LOL!) and not really worth the production.
Then it was her turn. He did most of the painting while I tried to shape her pubic hair into a heart shape. Hearts were the theme and since I was finished way before he was, I started taking pictures too. Some are VERY naughty looking pictures of completely innocent positions - he just happened to be doing this naked. She was being very fidgety so I had to hold her down with a lip lock. Once our lips met, we realized we couldn't get enough of each other. Girl lips are so different from boy lips. Soft - so soft my entire self would melt each time I realized where I was. I felt my body turn into a puddle then tighten up as a rush of lust blasted through me and my breathing turned to panting. She told me I was a good kisser and the delight in hearing that come from her lips rippled down my spine and made me tingle in naughty places. As we continued macking on each other, he finished his paint job. Only our lips had touched but my entire body was flushed. We lifted her up off the floor so she could check out his art work. I couldn't touch her yet but oh I so wanted to...
10.12.2006
Ah....
Sunny Saturdays at the coast - completely WASTED because I'm EXHAUSTED from a night of such fun it oughta be illegal.
There's this stuff, liquid latex...if you haven't tried it you must GOOGLE it and get some right away.
HLV
Sunny Saturdays at the coast - completely WASTED because I'm EXHAUSTED from a night of such fun it oughta be illegal.
There's this stuff, liquid latex...if you haven't tried it you must GOOGLE it and get some right away.
HLV
10.05.2006
TBA
Argh! Yesterday and the day before were flurries of naughty text messages...today, I think I've lost my mojo. I will rest up and start saving my creative juices for the weekend. Texting graphic pictures and flirty descriptions of sexual positions is exhausting!
We already have our menu planned. Her homemade pesto for Friday; his Thai satay and curry for Saturday; my Dutch Baby Pancakes for Sunday breakfast...with champagne and orange juice - NOT mixed together.
And lots of vodka.
I plan on bringing my toy box. In it I have three half-used bottles of ID Glide (I should just consolidate); two - no four (I forgot we cut them up) lengths of very soft nylon rope; a vibrator with a g-spot crook at the end, it lights up from the inside and
cycles through the colors of the rainbow; a Hitachi Magic Wand (alas, it is not cordless); a purple dinosaur vibrator modeled on the "Rabbit"; a Slim Feeldoe (slim for him--LOL!!); a Tantus silicon dildo that is my all-time absolute favorite toy of my entire life (pictured here - only mine is "Ambrosia"); shearling lined black leather blindfold; well-worn black leather hand restraints; a small leather spanker; anal beads; two sizes of butt-plugs; low temperature taper candles; three or four "mini massagers" in various states of usefulness (I burn through those fast! :P); a March 2006 issue of Exotica magazine autographed by my favorite stripper and 50 or so porno movies.
Okay, now I have to explain the porno movies...there's a strip club we go to on Friday nights. We go there because they have "Free Porn Friday." FPF is where ordering specific drinks gets you a free porn DVD. Like an $8 Long Island Ice Tea. Plus you get to see naked girls. Some are even good looking. Sometimes though, the amount of LITs consumed makes actually WATCHING the porn much less ACTING on the porn a dubious exercise at best. I am perfectly embarrassed to admit that I've completely passed out giving my S.O. a blow job...
Suffice to say, I've got about 25 porn DVDs still in the shrink wrap. If it rains at the beach, at least I know we'll be entertained.
We already have our menu planned. Her homemade pesto for Friday; his Thai satay and curry for Saturday; my Dutch Baby Pancakes for Sunday breakfast...with champagne and orange juice - NOT mixed together.
And lots of vodka.
I plan on bringing my toy box. In it I have three half-used bottles of ID Glide (I should just consolidate); two - no four (I forgot we cut them up) lengths of very soft nylon rope; a vibrator with a g-spot crook at the end, it lights up from the inside and
cycles through the colors of the rainbow; a Hitachi Magic Wand (alas, it is not cordless); a purple dinosaur vibrator modeled on the "Rabbit"; a Slim Feeldoe (slim for him--LOL!!); a Tantus silicon dildo that is my all-time absolute favorite toy of my entire life (pictured here - only mine is "Ambrosia"); shearling lined black leather blindfold; well-worn black leather hand restraints; a small leather spanker; anal beads; two sizes of butt-plugs; low temperature taper candles; three or four "mini massagers" in various states of usefulness (I burn through those fast! :P); a March 2006 issue of Exotica magazine autographed by my favorite stripper and 50 or so porno movies.Okay, now I have to explain the porno movies...there's a strip club we go to on Friday nights. We go there because they have "Free Porn Friday." FPF is where ordering specific drinks gets you a free porn DVD. Like an $8 Long Island Ice Tea. Plus you get to see naked girls. Some are even good looking. Sometimes though, the amount of LITs consumed makes actually WATCHING the porn much less ACTING on the porn a dubious exercise at best. I am perfectly embarrassed to admit that I've completely passed out giving my S.O. a blow job...
Suffice to say, I've got about 25 porn DVDs still in the shrink wrap. If it rains at the beach, at least I know we'll be entertained.
10.04.2006
TXT MSG: This giggle bush thing should be further explored during our trip this weekend. SweetP
TXT MSG: Woot! R
TXT MSG: And I'm not talking about da kine you smoke...SweetP
TXT MSG: Reeeeaally? R
TXT MSG: Yes, really...I'm talking about the kind...SweetP
TXT MSG: a girl might need to have stroked and fondled until she's beggin for release...SweetP
TXT MSG: Yes! R
TXT MSG: The kind that would love attention. LOTS of it. SweetP
TXT MSG: Needs it bad been too long. R
TXT MSG: Soft sighs and sweet murmurs, satisfying swats and stinging skin...SweetP
Phone rings: "Goddamn girl! You know how to really turn me on!!"
TXT MSG: Woot! R
TXT MSG: And I'm not talking about da kine you smoke...SweetP
TXT MSG: Reeeeaally? R
TXT MSG: Yes, really...I'm talking about the kind...SweetP
TXT MSG: a girl might need to have stroked and fondled until she's beggin for release...SweetP
TXT MSG: Yes! R
TXT MSG: The kind that would love attention. LOTS of it. SweetP
TXT MSG: Needs it bad been too long. R
TXT MSG: Soft sighs and sweet murmurs, satisfying swats and stinging skin...SweetP
Phone rings: "Goddamn girl! You know how to really turn me on!!"
9.28.2006
First, Happy Anniversary to AAG - go on over and give her a sweet comment. She's one of the few bloggers that manages to come up with something every single day of the year, and I commend her for it. (Plus lots of nice pix people sent her as presents!)
Tuesday night we went over at a friend's house. I was working on a project in the basement with my girlfriend and my S.O. was upstairs helping the friend. We had some drinks while we worked and when we were done we sat around the kitchen table bullshitting. Then we decided to all get nekkid in the hot tub. My girlfriend went out to the living room to undress - I was doing the same by the back door (closest to the hot tub!) and I hear this huge SMACK! and my girlfriend yipe out in surprise. My S.O. comes in the kitchen shaking his hand - he'd just whacked her on the ass HARD (understand she likes that kind of thing) and his hand hurt as much as her backside. I ran into to see what he'd done and sure enough there was this raised, red handprint perfectly centered on her left ass cheek. I started rubbing it and cooing about how wonderful it was - then promptly gave her a matching print on the right side LOL!! We got an awesome picture, which she has NOT given me permission to share :(, on my cell phone camera. It's certainly a beaut.
We're all nekkid and we're waiting for ... something, I forget .. and my S.O. tells my girlfriend to feel his balls. She looks at him funny and he says "no, really, you gotta feel this - there's no hair..." with this conspirital look on his face. So she reaches down under his towel and strokes him once - then again - then AGAIN while she turns to me and says "oooooo! Nice!" I'm nodding my head in agreement - cuz it IS nice; and then I show her MY shave job. From the shocked look on her face, I don't think she's ever considered the fact that I would do something like this. Then I take her hand and tell her to feel right here cuz it's really soft - and she agrees with me and smiles.
We all tumble into the hot tub and we're talkin' and laughing and having a good time. As with all hot tubs, there comes a time when it's time to get OUT (the sad part) and we all dried off, got dressed and went home to our own beds. No playing as a group that night - but it must have gotten my S.O. worked up because he certainly went to town on me!
As soon as I had my clothes off he had a blindfold on me. He moved me onto my stomach, pushed my legs apart and started loving on my ass. It felt really good - if not a little rushed - I wasn't quite ready for the attention I was receiving. Next thing I know he's got my magic wand under me causing me to squirm, my favorite ridged dildo in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass. I'm losing my mind because 1. the butt plug keeps popping out and landing on my leg and 2. the magic wand is just that much too far away from where it needs to be that its completely ineffectual - plus I'm blind-folded. I'm not sure if he's fucking with my head or he's just so excited by it all he's lost track of where things go. He starts pumping in and out of me with the dildo, but every time I start coming, the butt plug get shot out (I can't help it!) so he replaced the butt plug with anal beads and THEN starts working me with the dildo again. This puts me in full orgasm mode in thirty seconds flat. When I come back to earth, he flips me over and impales me with his hard cock...I've ripped off the blind fold at some point (I don't remember when only recall the vague feeling that I'd had ENOUGH) and right in the middle of fucking me hard he realizes the blindfold is gone. "Who told you to take off that blindfold?" he said. Of course I can only whimper at this point because I'm riding the crest to my gazillionth O of the night and -- he stops! "I never said take off the blindfold did I?!?" he asks. He shoves it in my face and says "Put this back on and get back on your stomach!" I comply immediately; I can tell from the tone of his voice that he's serious. He's also serious about meteing out my punishment. He starts spanking me with his bare hand; I can feel the redness spreading across my cheeks and the wetness dampening my lips. When my ass is nice and glowy he commands me to raise to my knees. I quickly manevuer into place because this is my all time FAVORITE position - it makes me cum so hard - and he starts doing this teasing thing...this thing where he enters me just far enough to hide the head of his cock, then he pulls nearly all the way out. I'm getting just the head, in and out, in and out, slowly - slowly - slowly he does this to me. He's hitting one very right place and I feel my pussy grasping and clenching in an oncoming orgasm. He feels it too and just when I start to crash right into my O, he starts fucking me hard, really hard, burying his whole cock deep inside of me over and over picking up the pace as he goes and OMG my orgasm rips through me and involves my entire being. I moaning and drooling and coating his cock with cum - completely unaware of any motor control I had once upon a time. I can tell from the noises he's making that he's about ready to blow. I feel his thrusts get deeper with the pause at the end getting longer and then I hear his coming noises and I smile to myself because I know he's just come as hard as I did. When he's done I make him be my blanket while he's still inside of me. I love the feeling of his weight upon me while his mostly hard cock is still inside of me. His warmth and sweet kissies and murmurs..."Are you okay?" he asks.
Tuesday night we went over at a friend's house. I was working on a project in the basement with my girlfriend and my S.O. was upstairs helping the friend. We had some drinks while we worked and when we were done we sat around the kitchen table bullshitting. Then we decided to all get nekkid in the hot tub. My girlfriend went out to the living room to undress - I was doing the same by the back door (closest to the hot tub!) and I hear this huge SMACK! and my girlfriend yipe out in surprise. My S.O. comes in the kitchen shaking his hand - he'd just whacked her on the ass HARD (understand she likes that kind of thing) and his hand hurt as much as her backside. I ran into to see what he'd done and sure enough there was this raised, red handprint perfectly centered on her left ass cheek. I started rubbing it and cooing about how wonderful it was - then promptly gave her a matching print on the right side LOL!! We got an awesome picture, which she has NOT given me permission to share :(, on my cell phone camera. It's certainly a beaut.
We're all nekkid and we're waiting for ... something, I forget .. and my S.O. tells my girlfriend to feel his balls. She looks at him funny and he says "no, really, you gotta feel this - there's no hair..." with this conspirital look on his face. So she reaches down under his towel and strokes him once - then again - then AGAIN while she turns to me and says "oooooo! Nice!" I'm nodding my head in agreement - cuz it IS nice; and then I show her MY shave job. From the shocked look on her face, I don't think she's ever considered the fact that I would do something like this. Then I take her hand and tell her to feel right here cuz it's really soft - and she agrees with me and smiles.
We all tumble into the hot tub and we're talkin' and laughing and having a good time. As with all hot tubs, there comes a time when it's time to get OUT (the sad part) and we all dried off, got dressed and went home to our own beds. No playing as a group that night - but it must have gotten my S.O. worked up because he certainly went to town on me!
As soon as I had my clothes off he had a blindfold on me. He moved me onto my stomach, pushed my legs apart and started loving on my ass. It felt really good - if not a little rushed - I wasn't quite ready for the attention I was receiving. Next thing I know he's got my magic wand under me causing me to squirm, my favorite ridged dildo in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass. I'm losing my mind because 1. the butt plug keeps popping out and landing on my leg and 2. the magic wand is just that much too far away from where it needs to be that its completely ineffectual - plus I'm blind-folded. I'm not sure if he's fucking with my head or he's just so excited by it all he's lost track of where things go. He starts pumping in and out of me with the dildo, but every time I start coming, the butt plug get shot out (I can't help it!) so he replaced the butt plug with anal beads and THEN starts working me with the dildo again. This puts me in full orgasm mode in thirty seconds flat. When I come back to earth, he flips me over and impales me with his hard cock...I've ripped off the blind fold at some point (I don't remember when only recall the vague feeling that I'd had ENOUGH) and right in the middle of fucking me hard he realizes the blindfold is gone. "Who told you to take off that blindfold?" he said. Of course I can only whimper at this point because I'm riding the crest to my gazillionth O of the night and -- he stops! "I never said take off the blindfold did I?!?" he asks. He shoves it in my face and says "Put this back on and get back on your stomach!" I comply immediately; I can tell from the tone of his voice that he's serious. He's also serious about meteing out my punishment. He starts spanking me with his bare hand; I can feel the redness spreading across my cheeks and the wetness dampening my lips. When my ass is nice and glowy he commands me to raise to my knees. I quickly manevuer into place because this is my all time FAVORITE position - it makes me cum so hard - and he starts doing this teasing thing...this thing where he enters me just far enough to hide the head of his cock, then he pulls nearly all the way out. I'm getting just the head, in and out, in and out, slowly - slowly - slowly he does this to me. He's hitting one very right place and I feel my pussy grasping and clenching in an oncoming orgasm. He feels it too and just when I start to crash right into my O, he starts fucking me hard, really hard, burying his whole cock deep inside of me over and over picking up the pace as he goes and OMG my orgasm rips through me and involves my entire being. I moaning and drooling and coating his cock with cum - completely unaware of any motor control I had once upon a time. I can tell from the noises he's making that he's about ready to blow. I feel his thrusts get deeper with the pause at the end getting longer and then I hear his coming noises and I smile to myself because I know he's just come as hard as I did. When he's done I make him be my blanket while he's still inside of me. I love the feeling of his weight upon me while his mostly hard cock is still inside of me. His warmth and sweet kissies and murmurs..."Are you okay?" he asks.
9.22.2006
It's been a long five-going-on-six days. The longest we've gone without sex since we've been together...the planet's going to be knocked off kilter a bit tonight cuz we're going to rock the world!
It's Friday and it's been a long week. I haven't been feeling all that well physically...I had a 24 hour headache Tues/Wed 8pm to 8pm - kinda weird.
This morning I woke up to the alarm. I rolled over onto my man for snuggles and felt this raging boner he had. I started stroking it, feeling the soft skin over his hard cock; it is so silky smooth I LOVE LOVE LOVE to touch it. The funny thing was, he was fast asleep. Usually, when I'm stroking and feeling him, I hear little moans and sighs and those noises really get me going. But this morning, since he was asleep, there wasn't any of the aural feedback I'm used to getting and I just wasn't getting worked up. Plus I knew I had to get a kid off to school in the next half-hour, get myself ready, get to work, etc., etc. *sigh* Am I losing my mojo? Check back Monday to find out!
P.S. to Grafs; beach trip to the cabin weekend of October 7th.
It's Friday and it's been a long week. I haven't been feeling all that well physically...I had a 24 hour headache Tues/Wed 8pm to 8pm - kinda weird.
This morning I woke up to the alarm. I rolled over onto my man for snuggles and felt this raging boner he had. I started stroking it, feeling the soft skin over his hard cock; it is so silky smooth I LOVE LOVE LOVE to touch it. The funny thing was, he was fast asleep. Usually, when I'm stroking and feeling him, I hear little moans and sighs and those noises really get me going. But this morning, since he was asleep, there wasn't any of the aural feedback I'm used to getting and I just wasn't getting worked up. Plus I knew I had to get a kid off to school in the next half-hour, get myself ready, get to work, etc., etc. *sigh* Am I losing my mojo? Check back Monday to find out!
P.S. to Grafs; beach trip to the cabin weekend of October 7th.
9.14.2006
One topic suddenly changed.
I was going to write an entry kinda stolen from another blogger "Ten Things I Love About My Lover" and then he texted me saying he misses me terribly. Which is silly because its only been 4.5 hours since we've seen each other. So silly that it made it seem like too much work to list ten things I love about him.
I've been really irritated with him lately because of his lack of help around the house and my realization that he's hard to motivate into finishing anything. I try to focus on the absolute delight he brings me...but sometimes I just get worn down by the sheer amount of other things that need my attention.
He started relating a fantasy yesterday wherein he arrives home before me, strips down, jumps into bed and starts thinking about me; leading to a huge, hard, ready cock all for me as soon as I get through the door and down the hall to the bedroom. It was very elaborate and went on for a good while; he wove in the changing weather; body-warmed sheets; a quiet house; luxurious naps - the whole hedonistic* gamut.
I told him my fantasy was him coming home before me and have the dishes done, the laundry going and dinner ready before I walked in the door.
He starting laughing so hard. Kissing me on the end of the nose and telling me how cute I am.
When I got home today, the dishes were all done.
*This is all VERY hedonistic when compared to those weeks we have the kids.
I've been really irritated with him lately because of his lack of help around the house and my realization that he's hard to motivate into finishing anything. I try to focus on the absolute delight he brings me...but sometimes I just get worn down by the sheer amount of other things that need my attention.
He started relating a fantasy yesterday wherein he arrives home before me, strips down, jumps into bed and starts thinking about me; leading to a huge, hard, ready cock all for me as soon as I get through the door and down the hall to the bedroom. It was very elaborate and went on for a good while; he wove in the changing weather; body-warmed sheets; a quiet house; luxurious naps - the whole hedonistic* gamut.
I told him my fantasy was him coming home before me and have the dishes done, the laundry going and dinner ready before I walked in the door.
He starting laughing so hard. Kissing me on the end of the nose and telling me how cute I am.
When I got home today, the dishes were all done.
*This is all VERY hedonistic when compared to those weeks we have the kids.
9.08.2006
When we used to write each other lover letters*....
You pick me up right outside the door. I hop into the truck wearing a HUGE grin and peck you on the cheek.
We drive to the park and pull in under a tree. Its raining outside and the park is deserted.
As soon as the truck is still, we're on each other. Our lips crush, my arms wrap around your neck tightly bringing you close to me. While I'm doing some serious macking on you, you scramble to move the console on the bench seat. The windows are steaming up and it's so muggy and ready to pour outside that my hair is already damp at the neck.
Once the truck seat is clear, you maneuver yourself over to the passanger side and under me. My skirt is pooled around your thighs. My breathing is heavy and my face is flushed. I can feel your hard cock straining your Levis. I'm still kissing you. I can't get enough of your lips. I want to suck on them all day. I'm struggling to unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans. My breathing gets heavier because I can feel the hardness and I want it in me right now!
At last I have you freed and when I grab you -- hard -- you moan which makes my juices flow even more. You wrap your hands around my ass and pull me closer; so close that I can feel your cock twitch against my lips. You can feel exactly how sopping wet I am because I'm wearing crotchless panties under my skirt. We both wiggle around while we look deep into each others eyes, I am teasing your cock with my pussy, running my clit right over the very sensitive end and we are both moaning. Finally, I can't stand it anymore and I sit myself down on you in just the right way; you're in me to the hilt and OMG does it feel good!!
I start slowly moving myself up and down on your cock, revelling in the delicious feeling. I throw my head back and close my eyes so I can just FEEL. You run your hands around to my front and inside my shirt. I can feel you seeking out my tas, I know you want them. The windows are so fogged up, no one can see inside. You just lift my shirt, unhook my bra and put your mouth right over one rock hard nipple. This makes me moan even louder and I start picking up the pace. I'm saying all the things you love to hear -- the things that make you want to blow your wad....and that's exactly what happens to both of us at the same time....
*before we could be together AT ALL TIMES AWAY FROM WORK, we would make each other crazy by e-mailing each other stories like this one.
We drive to the park and pull in under a tree. Its raining outside and the park is deserted.
As soon as the truck is still, we're on each other. Our lips crush, my arms wrap around your neck tightly bringing you close to me. While I'm doing some serious macking on you, you scramble to move the console on the bench seat. The windows are steaming up and it's so muggy and ready to pour outside that my hair is already damp at the neck.
Once the truck seat is clear, you maneuver yourself over to the passanger side and under me. My skirt is pooled around your thighs. My breathing is heavy and my face is flushed. I can feel your hard cock straining your Levis. I'm still kissing you. I can't get enough of your lips. I want to suck on them all day. I'm struggling to unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans. My breathing gets heavier because I can feel the hardness and I want it in me right now!
At last I have you freed and when I grab you -- hard -- you moan which makes my juices flow even more. You wrap your hands around my ass and pull me closer; so close that I can feel your cock twitch against my lips. You can feel exactly how sopping wet I am because I'm wearing crotchless panties under my skirt. We both wiggle around while we look deep into each others eyes, I am teasing your cock with my pussy, running my clit right over the very sensitive end and we are both moaning. Finally, I can't stand it anymore and I sit myself down on you in just the right way; you're in me to the hilt and OMG does it feel good!!
I start slowly moving myself up and down on your cock, revelling in the delicious feeling. I throw my head back and close my eyes so I can just FEEL. You run your hands around to my front and inside my shirt. I can feel you seeking out my tas, I know you want them. The windows are so fogged up, no one can see inside. You just lift my shirt, unhook my bra and put your mouth right over one rock hard nipple. This makes me moan even louder and I start picking up the pace. I'm saying all the things you love to hear -- the things that make you want to blow your wad....and that's exactly what happens to both of us at the same time....
*before we could be together AT ALL TIMES AWAY FROM WORK, we would make each other crazy by e-mailing each other stories like this one.
8.31.2006
argh.....
I've had strep throat for the past three days. Today at three I was supposed to be all better...ain't happenin'. I mean, I'm a little better, but not 100%. And I'm supposed to go camping tomorrow. TOMORROW - which means that even if I don't feel like it, I have to pull my stuff together and get ready.
I'd much rather be in bed with my magic wand...
I'd much rather be in bed with my magic wand...
8.25.2006
I miss boobies...
I can't wait to sleep with my girlfriend.
Okay, well, NOT "sleep"...*wicked grin*
We've known each other for years...met when I was a sophomore in high school (she was a freshman). NO - we didn't do any exploring or playing at that point. It was much, MUCH later and oh, man...SO. FUN.
For the record, we are both hetero with very explorative (LOL, is that a word?) tendencies. When we have adventures together, a man is always* involved. My current man certainly has no objection to this, and, in fact, is lobbying for it to happen again -- but this story is about our last adventure (before my boyfriend and I became live-in-lovers).
My girlfriend's legs just don't fuckin' stop. To emphasis the point that night she was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. And ya' know that Jet song - Are You Gonna Be My Girl? "Big black boots..." yeah, she had those on too; the lace up, nearly thigh high, platform, kick-your-ass boots. Along with a peter pan collar button-up shirt. Though she was wearing it not-so-buttoned-up if you know what I'm sayin'.
Yeah, she's smokin' hawt...
We flew out that night ready to PAR-TAY. Loosened up with a few drinks at home; cosmos for me, Yukon for her. Sashayed to our requisite tranny showcase and watched the Drag Queens of Saturday night. Dance hall is adjoined; electronic is the genre. Trance. Dance. Boogie all night long...
I was drinking (and this is important later) AMFs; she was subtley sipping since she was the DD. The place has a sort of catwalk above the stage with mirrors to the ceiling behind it. We were dancing up there having a blast. The height of that platform is *perfect* for looking up short skirts. And flirting. Boy, was I flirting. I was certainly feeling no pain. I, apparently, was also feeling a bit touchy-feely! A guy dancing below us had a shaved head and I could not stop caressing it through the bars of the catwalk. He didn't mind; in fact he came up the catwalk and retrieved me. Took me back down to the dance floor where I could fully appreciate the smoothness of his freshly shaved noggin. Now, I'm not a tall girl and I could wrap my arms nearly around his head so I'm vaguely recalling that he wasn't all that tall either *LOL* All I know is he was a cutie and THAT HEAD MADE ME HAWT. There was some full-on kissing and feeling goin' on which got even MORE fun when my girlfriend joined in.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end and - the bar closed. We all headed out to the car - and this guy just follows us! I'm laughing (cuz I do that A LOT when I've been drinking) and she's rolling her eyes and asking him how he's getting home. I jokingly say "Aw, can I take him home?" and to my surprise she looks me straight in the eye and purrs "If you really want to you can." I turn to him and he's got the biggest goddamn grin on his face. We all piled into the car and took off. He and I were totally making out in the back seat while she's driving us home. My bra is off, his hand is up my skirt, I'm unbuttoning his shirt...and he's completely fuzzy all over! I rather enjoy mens' hair - it's soooo fun to pet and touch and nuzzle; especially when they smell good - and this guy smelled VERY good.
Once we arrive, we tumble into the house and instantly we're all naked. We're all on the bed. We're all kisses and feels and moans and smiles. And his cock. OMG - it's a nice one. Even safely wrapped up and lubed it's a nice one AND he knows how to use it. I'm on all fours over my girlfriend kissing her; her lips are so damn soft and I crush them with the lust I have for her while our buddy enters me from behind (OMG favorite!) slowly moving me back and forth over her. I move to her nipples, nipping and licking and sucking; listening to her moans - which make me just hot - so I start bucking harder against this cock inside me and I lose it altogether and end up with my face buried in her lap while he pounds me hard.
Now here's the sad part...when I've been drinking that much - I can't cum. Yes, it's true. It's like the magic button is turned off. Don't get me wrong, I still LOVE LOVE LOVE having sex - it's just I'm always a bit drier (hence the lube) and if you can get me to cum you are my hero for life (ask my current boyfriend how - he can do it :D)
I managed to get my girl off - HER magic button was working - hee! I'm sure it must have been a wonderful sight for our visitor. I slowed down to watch her cum, my man of the hour caught on quickly and slowed down too. When she quit quivering I moved out of the way and told my new friend to give her what he's got. He quickly moved to my former position and entered her before she was fully recovered from her O. I needed a smoke at that point so I wrapped a blanket around me and went out into the moon light. I could hear everything they were doing and it sounded like they were having a perfectly wonderful time. By the time I returned, she was sucking him off and his face was one of pure bliss.
We tumbled around that bed on and off until almost dawn. That man lasted and lasted - we refer to him as the Engergizer Bunny to this day - FINALLY he let himself go, making the most blessed man sounds as he did, then he collapsed on the bed, surrounded by girl parts.
We found out a little about him...probably asked his name but it escapes me now, what his job was (which I DO remember). He asked about us and couldn't believe how old we were (LOL!!) He just kept saying "My friends are NOT going to believe this!" So we let him take pictures with his digital camera. They were tasteful...I'm sure**.
We left my girlfriend snuggled in her bed and I drove him home. Jeezus, he lived far away. I was glad to make it home without getting lost. We haven't been back to that club since (been two years now!) and I sometimes wonder if he ever pops in looking for us.
So - it's been a while. And now she's between boyfriends, and I have a hankering for some of that leg action. I'm going to a party at her house tonight - but my kids will be there. No naughties with the babies around :( But that's okay, perhaps that weekend at the beach cabin will happen sooner than later. :D
*I think this has to do with a certain apprehension...the appreshension being that we would realize we are totally in love and should be together and never need a man and trying to explain that to our parents and our (collectively speaking) 5 kids.
**..uh...there goes any dreams of running for a political office.
Okay, well, NOT "sleep"...*wicked grin*
We've known each other for years...met when I was a sophomore in high school (she was a freshman). NO - we didn't do any exploring or playing at that point. It was much, MUCH later and oh, man...SO. FUN.
For the record, we are both hetero with very explorative (LOL, is that a word?) tendencies. When we have adventures together, a man is always* involved. My current man certainly has no objection to this, and, in fact, is lobbying for it to happen again -- but this story is about our last adventure (before my boyfriend and I became live-in-lovers).
My girlfriend's legs just don't fuckin' stop. To emphasis the point that night she was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. And ya' know that Jet song - Are You Gonna Be My Girl? "Big black boots..." yeah, she had those on too; the lace up, nearly thigh high, platform, kick-your-ass boots. Along with a peter pan collar button-up shirt. Though she was wearing it not-so-buttoned-up if you know what I'm sayin'.
Yeah, she's smokin' hawt...
We flew out that night ready to PAR-TAY. Loosened up with a few drinks at home; cosmos for me, Yukon for her. Sashayed to our requisite tranny showcase and watched the Drag Queens of Saturday night. Dance hall is adjoined; electronic is the genre. Trance. Dance. Boogie all night long...
I was drinking (and this is important later) AMFs; she was subtley sipping since she was the DD. The place has a sort of catwalk above the stage with mirrors to the ceiling behind it. We were dancing up there having a blast. The height of that platform is *perfect* for looking up short skirts. And flirting. Boy, was I flirting. I was certainly feeling no pain. I, apparently, was also feeling a bit touchy-feely! A guy dancing below us had a shaved head and I could not stop caressing it through the bars of the catwalk. He didn't mind; in fact he came up the catwalk and retrieved me. Took me back down to the dance floor where I could fully appreciate the smoothness of his freshly shaved noggin. Now, I'm not a tall girl and I could wrap my arms nearly around his head so I'm vaguely recalling that he wasn't all that tall either *LOL* All I know is he was a cutie and THAT HEAD MADE ME HAWT. There was some full-on kissing and feeling goin' on which got even MORE fun when my girlfriend joined in.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end and - the bar closed. We all headed out to the car - and this guy just follows us! I'm laughing (cuz I do that A LOT when I've been drinking) and she's rolling her eyes and asking him how he's getting home. I jokingly say "Aw, can I take him home?" and to my surprise she looks me straight in the eye and purrs "If you really want to you can." I turn to him and he's got the biggest goddamn grin on his face. We all piled into the car and took off. He and I were totally making out in the back seat while she's driving us home. My bra is off, his hand is up my skirt, I'm unbuttoning his shirt...and he's completely fuzzy all over! I rather enjoy mens' hair - it's soooo fun to pet and touch and nuzzle; especially when they smell good - and this guy smelled VERY good.
Once we arrive, we tumble into the house and instantly we're all naked. We're all on the bed. We're all kisses and feels and moans and smiles. And his cock. OMG - it's a nice one. Even safely wrapped up and lubed it's a nice one AND he knows how to use it. I'm on all fours over my girlfriend kissing her; her lips are so damn soft and I crush them with the lust I have for her while our buddy enters me from behind (OMG favorite!) slowly moving me back and forth over her. I move to her nipples, nipping and licking and sucking; listening to her moans - which make me just hot - so I start bucking harder against this cock inside me and I lose it altogether and end up with my face buried in her lap while he pounds me hard.
Now here's the sad part...when I've been drinking that much - I can't cum. Yes, it's true. It's like the magic button is turned off. Don't get me wrong, I still LOVE LOVE LOVE having sex - it's just I'm always a bit drier (hence the lube) and if you can get me to cum you are my hero for life (ask my current boyfriend how - he can do it :D)
I managed to get my girl off - HER magic button was working - hee! I'm sure it must have been a wonderful sight for our visitor. I slowed down to watch her cum, my man of the hour caught on quickly and slowed down too. When she quit quivering I moved out of the way and told my new friend to give her what he's got. He quickly moved to my former position and entered her before she was fully recovered from her O. I needed a smoke at that point so I wrapped a blanket around me and went out into the moon light. I could hear everything they were doing and it sounded like they were having a perfectly wonderful time. By the time I returned, she was sucking him off and his face was one of pure bliss.
We tumbled around that bed on and off until almost dawn. That man lasted and lasted - we refer to him as the Engergizer Bunny to this day - FINALLY he let himself go, making the most blessed man sounds as he did, then he collapsed on the bed, surrounded by girl parts.
We found out a little about him...probably asked his name but it escapes me now, what his job was (which I DO remember). He asked about us and couldn't believe how old we were (LOL!!) He just kept saying "My friends are NOT going to believe this!" So we let him take pictures with his digital camera. They were tasteful...I'm sure**.
We left my girlfriend snuggled in her bed and I drove him home. Jeezus, he lived far away. I was glad to make it home without getting lost. We haven't been back to that club since (been two years now!) and I sometimes wonder if he ever pops in looking for us.
So - it's been a while. And now she's between boyfriends, and I have a hankering for some of that leg action. I'm going to a party at her house tonight - but my kids will be there. No naughties with the babies around :( But that's okay, perhaps that weekend at the beach cabin will happen sooner than later. :D
*I think this has to do with a certain apprehension...the appreshension being that we would realize we are totally in love and should be together and never need a man and trying to explain that to our parents and our (collectively speaking) 5 kids.
**..uh...there goes any dreams of running for a political office.
8.22.2006
Sexual Theory
I remember what happened in my first marriage. After the illusion of caring was completely erased by his selfish actions - I lost the love. Which means he lost the pussy.
In retrospect, it was all very plain. I was miserable. I put up with him. I felt trapped. I was tied to him by children and debt. I made the best of it. I told myself "You've made your bed now lie in it" So I did. And sometimes I would actually lay with him. And I hated it. Did I communicate this with him? No, not the sex part. Every other part got hashed over, reviewed, discussed, mutually agreed upon and ultimately ignored by him. How could I expect that I would open up with him about sex if he couldn't even hold up his end of the bargain we reached about the common courtesy of calling if one was going to later than expected?
He just didn't get it. Literally and figuratively.
It's my theory that a mature woman in love will do absolutely anything in the sack - at least once - a lot more if she genuinely enjoys the sensation. (For instance I will let my man plunder my ass; but I do it for him - not for me*)
If you're not getting any -- she's(he's) just not that in to you...
I was talking with my buddy yesterday saying that a couple's sex life can be a barometer for all other aspects in their relationship. Communication, compassion, caring, respect -- the quality of all these elements adds and/or subtracts from a successful coital relationship. If the sex sucks, then there is at least one of those four elements that's missing from the equation...and the relationship is doomed. Although a couple may hang on long past the due date -- as I did for an additional 11 years after I'd lost any respect for the man -- I'd lay odds on it ain't lasting; at least not without some serious misery.
I have been voraciously sexual since my divorce - trying to make up for lost time and opportunity. I thank the stars every day that I've found someone worth the attention. We have all the communication, compassion, caring, and respect that was so sorely absent from our first marriages. We delight in each other and when I read fellow bloggers that have not taken the leap yet - I cheer them on, willing them to take the same steps and experience the re-awakening that I did.
*yet
In retrospect, it was all very plain. I was miserable. I put up with him. I felt trapped. I was tied to him by children and debt. I made the best of it. I told myself "You've made your bed now lie in it" So I did. And sometimes I would actually lay with him. And I hated it. Did I communicate this with him? No, not the sex part. Every other part got hashed over, reviewed, discussed, mutually agreed upon and ultimately ignored by him. How could I expect that I would open up with him about sex if he couldn't even hold up his end of the bargain we reached about the common courtesy of calling if one was going to later than expected?
He just didn't get it. Literally and figuratively.
It's my theory that a mature woman in love will do absolutely anything in the sack - at least once - a lot more if she genuinely enjoys the sensation. (For instance I will let my man plunder my ass; but I do it for him - not for me*)
If you're not getting any -- she's(he's) just not that in to you...
I was talking with my buddy yesterday saying that a couple's sex life can be a barometer for all other aspects in their relationship. Communication, compassion, caring, respect -- the quality of all these elements adds and/or subtracts from a successful coital relationship. If the sex sucks, then there is at least one of those four elements that's missing from the equation...and the relationship is doomed. Although a couple may hang on long past the due date -- as I did for an additional 11 years after I'd lost any respect for the man -- I'd lay odds on it ain't lasting; at least not without some serious misery.
I have been voraciously sexual since my divorce - trying to make up for lost time and opportunity. I thank the stars every day that I've found someone worth the attention. We have all the communication, compassion, caring, and respect that was so sorely absent from our first marriages. We delight in each other and when I read fellow bloggers that have not taken the leap yet - I cheer them on, willing them to take the same steps and experience the re-awakening that I did.
*yet
8.21.2006
Sugar Kisses
Lips like sugar....sugar kisses...
Kissing. I always forget how much I love kissing; it seems there's rarely time to stop and do it right. Oh but when we do - I love the feeling of sinking into his lips. The great thing about kissing is when I close my eyes and all my other senses kick in. The way he smells washes over me; and there's something about his scent that makes me gush. I feel him everywhere, my hands running through his hair, down around to caress and hold his face. When he's smoothly shaved I marvel in the feel of a man's skin - so different from my own. When he's all stubbly and scratchy I marvel in THAT - feeling the abrasion of our selves being so close. Little sounds come from both of us; like we've just had the first bite of the most luscious fruit. Hearing each other's breath quicken or purrs of satisfaction. And the best of the best is the full-body-naked-kissing. Kissing and touching from lips to toes, naked skin on naked skin.
Invariably one of us always murmurs "Oh my god you feel so good!"
Kissing. I always forget how much I love kissing; it seems there's rarely time to stop and do it right. Oh but when we do - I love the feeling of sinking into his lips. The great thing about kissing is when I close my eyes and all my other senses kick in. The way he smells washes over me; and there's something about his scent that makes me gush. I feel him everywhere, my hands running through his hair, down around to caress and hold his face. When he's smoothly shaved I marvel in the feel of a man's skin - so different from my own. When he's all stubbly and scratchy I marvel in THAT - feeling the abrasion of our selves being so close. Little sounds come from both of us; like we've just had the first bite of the most luscious fruit. Hearing each other's breath quicken or purrs of satisfaction. And the best of the best is the full-body-naked-kissing. Kissing and touching from lips to toes, naked skin on naked skin.
Invariably one of us always murmurs "Oh my god you feel so good!"
8.15.2006
Family party with no PDA allowed...
I would start flirting with you at a party, right under the noses of everyone there but without them knowing. While people were chatting away around us, I would find ways to accidently bump into you and grab your ass or give your cock a squeeze then quickly move away. I would bend straight over right in front of you to show you my ass. I would bend over for the chips on the table and end up showing you my tits. I would look you right in the eye while taking a sip of my drink and you would be able to see the pure desire there.
You would hear me laughing in the other room while you were talking to a friend and be blanking out what they're saying and wishing to yourself that you were standing right next to me. While we were passing each other in the hall on the way back from the bathroom, we'd stop and kiss passionately and quickly before anyone else came around the corner. When we sat across from each other at the table, I'd kick my sandal off and run my toes up your leg and rub your cock right there in front of everyone without them knowing. After I knew you were good and hard, I'd jump up from the table and excuse myself. I would hope that you would find an excuse to leave yourself. We would rush into the bathroom and lock the door, and our lips would crush together before the snick of the lock was even final. We'd both be breathing heavy and I'd be trying to be very quiet; though little gasps of pleasure would uncontrollably leave me....especially while you worked my collar bone.
I would undo your belt, unzip your pants and have your already hard cock in my mouth giving it a nice coat of slick before I shucked my own drawers, turned around and guided you right into me from the back. OMG! It would feel so good, I would be making little mewling sounds because I'd be trying to be quiet and not moaning my head off with the feeling. I'd take my hand and rub my clit while you were pounding away at me and the doubly good sensations would make the top of my head feel like it was going to pop off! The sensations would be amazing and you and I would pop off at the exact same time. I would want to stay in there and kiss you all over and do it again, but the people at the party would wonder where we were. We would quickly clean up and leave the bathroom a few minutes apart from each other. No one would even realize what we had done...
You would hear me laughing in the other room while you were talking to a friend and be blanking out what they're saying and wishing to yourself that you were standing right next to me. While we were passing each other in the hall on the way back from the bathroom, we'd stop and kiss passionately and quickly before anyone else came around the corner. When we sat across from each other at the table, I'd kick my sandal off and run my toes up your leg and rub your cock right there in front of everyone without them knowing. After I knew you were good and hard, I'd jump up from the table and excuse myself. I would hope that you would find an excuse to leave yourself. We would rush into the bathroom and lock the door, and our lips would crush together before the snick of the lock was even final. We'd both be breathing heavy and I'd be trying to be very quiet; though little gasps of pleasure would uncontrollably leave me....especially while you worked my collar bone.
I would undo your belt, unzip your pants and have your already hard cock in my mouth giving it a nice coat of slick before I shucked my own drawers, turned around and guided you right into me from the back. OMG! It would feel so good, I would be making little mewling sounds because I'd be trying to be quiet and not moaning my head off with the feeling. I'd take my hand and rub my clit while you were pounding away at me and the doubly good sensations would make the top of my head feel like it was going to pop off! The sensations would be amazing and you and I would pop off at the exact same time. I would want to stay in there and kiss you all over and do it again, but the people at the party would wonder where we were. We would quickly clean up and leave the bathroom a few minutes apart from each other. No one would even realize what we had done...
8.10.2006
In the middle of the night (sorta)
This swing-shift thing is killing me. He's asleep when I get up and go to work.
He gets up around 11:30am or so. If we're lucky, we'll have my lunch hour together (we ain't lucky often enough!)
I'm off work in the late-ish afternoon. If we're lucky, I won't have anything goin' on (kids, errands, chores, meetings...) and he can swing by on HIS lunch break.
He's off work around 10pm - but it's been more like 1AM lately : ( - I am so definitely asleep by then...and he most certainly learnt the "let-sleeping-woman-lye*" lesson.
It's just REALLY cutting into our SEX LIFE DAMNIT!!!
Heh, that's why we ended up doin' it three separate times on Sunday. And I had planned on more but I got hit with the Mack Truck of toothaches (ending in an extraction! Yuck!!)
I was going to tie him up. Face down and helpless I was going to use our little slap jack on his ass until it glowed. Then I was going to kiss and love that butt until it felt all better. Then I was gonna turn him over and sit on his face. After he made me cum that way, I was going to break out the Magic Wand and make him watch me O while I sat on his cock. I was not going to move but just let my clasping pussy massage him while I came. I can do that about five times in a row - probably in the space of about 5 minutes - makes him crazy. Then I was gonna clean his gorgeous cock off with my mouth and hopefully make him blow.
But we didn't get to do all of that. : (
Between my tooth extraction and work we went THREE WHOLE DAYS without touching each other intimately. I HATE that!!
No wonder I fucked him good on the way back from my 5am bathroom run this morning. ; p
*[sic? ah fuck, you know what I mean]
He gets up around 11:30am or so. If we're lucky, we'll have my lunch hour together (we ain't lucky often enough!)
I'm off work in the late-ish afternoon. If we're lucky, I won't have anything goin' on (kids, errands, chores, meetings...) and he can swing by on HIS lunch break.
He's off work around 10pm - but it's been more like 1AM lately : ( - I am so definitely asleep by then...and he most certainly learnt the "let-sleeping-woman-lye*" lesson.
It's just REALLY cutting into our SEX LIFE DAMNIT!!!
Heh, that's why we ended up doin' it three separate times on Sunday. And I had planned on more but I got hit with the Mack Truck of toothaches (ending in an extraction! Yuck!!)
I was going to tie him up. Face down and helpless I was going to use our little slap jack on his ass until it glowed. Then I was going to kiss and love that butt until it felt all better. Then I was gonna turn him over and sit on his face. After he made me cum that way, I was going to break out the Magic Wand and make him watch me O while I sat on his cock. I was not going to move but just let my clasping pussy massage him while I came. I can do that about five times in a row - probably in the space of about 5 minutes - makes him crazy. Then I was gonna clean his gorgeous cock off with my mouth and hopefully make him blow.
But we didn't get to do all of that. : (
Between my tooth extraction and work we went THREE WHOLE DAYS without touching each other intimately. I HATE that!!
No wonder I fucked him good on the way back from my 5am bathroom run this morning. ; p
*[sic? ah fuck, you know what I mean]
8.04.2006
Great idea
I went to visit him on his lunch break last night. As I was leaving he told me to be naked, on the couch, watching porn with a vibrator on my clit when he got home.
So I did. I mean, so I was when he arrived. Oh man, what has that got to be like for a guy who's sex life before me consisted of straight missionary style, no blow jobs - EVER - on a maybe-if-he's-lucky-once-a-month basis? This poor guy wasn't "allowed" to wank off, or watch porn, or look at naughty websites because that was "disrespectful" to his wife. My poor man had to be completely retrained. He'd been trained to keep his cum from ever touching anything but the inside of a condom; that doggy style was demeaning; that new positions were not even to be considered. Masturbating in front of each other was this HUGE step (for both of us actually) - now we do it all the time. He says there's nothing that turns him on more than watching me make myself come.
He still asks if I'm okay after each and every one of his orgasms. I think that's kinda cute. But only because we've been able to "un-train" all those other stupid mind-fucks she put on him.
Guys, if you are in a relationship like this, get out. It means she's just not all that into you. A mature woman in love will do ANYTHING in the sack. It's all kinds of good.
So I did. I mean, so I was when he arrived. Oh man, what has that got to be like for a guy who's sex life before me consisted of straight missionary style, no blow jobs - EVER - on a maybe-if-he's-lucky-once-a-month basis? This poor guy wasn't "allowed" to wank off, or watch porn, or look at naughty websites because that was "disrespectful" to his wife. My poor man had to be completely retrained. He'd been trained to keep his cum from ever touching anything but the inside of a condom; that doggy style was demeaning; that new positions were not even to be considered. Masturbating in front of each other was this HUGE step (for both of us actually) - now we do it all the time. He says there's nothing that turns him on more than watching me make myself come.
He still asks if I'm okay after each and every one of his orgasms. I think that's kinda cute. But only because we've been able to "un-train" all those other stupid mind-fucks she put on him.
Guys, if you are in a relationship like this, get out. It means she's just not all that into you. A mature woman in love will do ANYTHING in the sack. It's all kinds of good.
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