Last week, I met Jacob for coffee. I could tell that he was much more comfortable this time. We flirted heavily and I spent a lot of time petting his hands. Mmmm. I may have convinced him to go out with us at the end of the month, but we'll see when it gets here. We hung out in the coffee shop for about two hours and then he walked me out to my car. Last time, I was the one that made the first move but this time, he was the one that pulled me to him and kissed me. I actually wasn't expecting it at all because he is so shy. It was a great surprise. I put my hand on his arm and squeezed a little as I circled my tongue around his. I'm not sure how long we stood there kissing. Time seemed to kind of stand still. He pulled away and then we started saying our goodbyes. As I was getting ready to go, he grabbed me again. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I put my hand on his chest as he started to kiss me again. I heard him moan and felt my clit get very tingly. I wanted to take him home with me so badly but I was a good girl. We parted ways and I came home to Husband. I do so hope that Jacob actually wants to act on this threesome sometime soon. We've been waiting for way too long. I'm starting to lose hope and that makes me sad.
In other news, Husband and I had a date night on Friday. It was nice and simple. We went to dinner and then walked to a frozen yogurt shop down the street from the restaurant. We sat on the sidewalk and people watched as we ate our dessert. I enjoyed it very much. At dinner, we were having a conversation about dirty things, as usual. I asked him, "If you had to choose between girth and length, which would you choose?" He said that girth would win, hands down. When he asked the same question of me, I didn't have a simple answer. I am the type of girl who knows exactly what I want and exactly what I like. I was told recently that I may come off as somewhat intimidating because of this. I never thought about that before, but it definitely makes sense. Anyway, my answer was this: "If I had to choose one, I guess I would choose length. However, that only applies to a certain point. Anything larger than nine inches is way too much for me. So, if that were the case, then I would have to choose girth. I don't like a lot of girth though. However, there is definitely such a thing as a cock that is way too skinny. Unfortunately, I have experienced both too skinny and too short." So, I guess the point of this story is to say that I know exactly what kind of cock I like but it's not as simple as saying "the bigger the better" like a lot of people assume. I think I enjoy a slightly larger than average cock best. And a bit of bonus info, I prefer just one finger when I am being finger-fucked.
This post has seemed to be just a bunch of random happenings over the last week. I guess I should make it more interesting by adding some juicy details from our sex life. The other day, Husband said that I "have been an insatiable sex machine this past week." I would say that is pretty accurate. One night, he went to sleep before I did, so I woke him by climbing on top of him. I slipped his cock inside my wet pussy and rode it until I gushed all over him. A couple days later, Husband was rubbing my back in bed when he decided to start rubbing my clit instead. He made me cum and then he held me down on the bed and started fucking my pussy very hard. I then begged him to fuck me in the ass instead. It didn't take much convincing. He shoved his cock in my ass and fucked me while I rubbed my clit. As soon as I started to cum, he shot his hot load into my ass. He was quite happy about me asking for that. A couple days later, we were having some crazy weather. It was quite warm outside all night. So, some time after midnight, I got the bright idea of having outdoor sex. It had been quite a while since we last did that and I knew it would be months before we could do it comfortably again. We grabbed a blanket, laid it down on the porch, and then Husband fucked me in the doggy style position. Right there...on the porch...in the light of the moon...and the street light. Haha. We've done this many times now and haven't been caught. Well, a few times I know that someone was watching us, but I didn't mind. It made it that much more exciting. I love the feeling of the wind on my bare skin as I'm getting fucked. It's one of my favorite things. I am so sad that it will be months before we can enjoy that again. I would love to take a camping trip where we do nothing but have lots of sex in random places outside all weekend. Ah, that is my idea of a great time!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
My First Kink Party
Husband and I went to our first kink party on Friday. It was pretty damn amazing. When we first arrived, I was feeling quite anxious. There were a lot of people there that I didn't know and I'm not good at socializing. I hid in the corner for a while until I felt comfortable enough to roam around the house. I did a lot of smiling and hoping that people would approach me. I wanted to talk to people, but I just couldn't find the right words. Why do I always fail at basic human interaction?
Eventually, the time came to move down to the "dungeon" and I got a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I was very excited. I just followed my friend Jimbo, who is much more experienced than I. While I have been doing somewhat-kinky things in the bedroom for about 15 years now, I am very new to the scene itself. I don't know as much as I'd like to. For example, at the age of 16, I would put a collar and leash on my boyfriend and walk him around in public. Yet, I didn't truly know what it meant to be collared until recently. I was always meant to be in this scene. I just never had any connections with it until I met Jimbo. He has been great at helping introduce me to things. That being said, since I am still learning, if I misuse any BDSM terms in this post, I apologize.
As we entered the dungeon, I saw a woman tying a man to a Saint Andrew's Cross. I smiled and walked past them. As I came around the corner, I saw a bunch of people cuddling on two rugs. One rug was made of alpaca fur and the other of buffalo fur. They looked so amazingly comfortable that I wanted to lay on them as well, but then I saw something going on over in the corner. There were two people who were doing cold branding with dry ice. This wasn't something that I had considered doing because I hate cold things, but I was drawn to it for some reason. I watched person after person line up and get branded with a very cold metal cookie cutter. I winced every time, just imagining how much that must hurt. People kept telling me that it wasn't that bad. That it looked worse than it actually was. I still wasn't convinced. Husband decided he was going to get one. So, I watched him do it and then asked him how it felt. He said it was just a little sting, which made me feel better about it. I never thought I'd do it, but I was suddenly overcome with the urge to go for it. I picked out a small star and waited for it to get cold in the alcohol/dry ice slush. When it was time, I showed the girl where I wanted it on my arm, held Husband's hand and took a deep breath. If I'm being totally honest, it did hurt a little bit, but nothing compared to getting a good spanking. It stung for about 5 minutes afterward and then it just went numb. The verdict: I loved it! Three days later, it doesn't hurt at all and it's still visible. I'm not sure if the pressure of putting it on made the bruises pop up or if it was Husband slapping my arm that did it, but it looks kind of cool with the purple on it.
After I got my first branding, someone picked up some dry ice and rubbed it up and down my arm. That was my limit. I do not like coldness. AT ALL. I winced and pulled away. I think I'll just stick to the cookie cutters. I looked over at the Saint Andrews Cross again. This time, a naked woman was tied to it and a man was spanking her and running a knife across her back. I watched them play for a while and then Husband decided he wanted another cold brand. He picked out a larger one this time and I held his hand as he got it done. Obviously, he liked it as well.
We heard Jimbo say that he was going to do an energy pull. I had never heard of that before, so I was very curious. We followed him to another room and watched as he had two needles placed on the left side of his chest in the shape of an X. Then, the same thing was repeated on the right side. Another friend of his had the same done to her, and then they were tethered together with rubber bands placed on the needles. They slowly pulled against each other, getting further and further apart as time went on. It looked very intense. I definitely wasn't ready for that yet, but it's something I'm considering doing in the future.
After watching Jimbo do his energy pull for a while, I decided I wanted another cold brand. We walked back over to the dry ice and this time I picked a larger one in the shape of a bat. I took off my shirt, held Husband's hand, took a deep breath, and braced myself. It actually didn't hurt as bad as the one on my arm, but it's definitely darker and still a tiny bit sensitive when I touch it. I ran to the bathroom so I could look at it in the mirror. It was so exciting! It filled me with so much positive energy. I loved it. I wanted more, but I decided I should pace myself.
When I left the bathroom, I saw a girl writhing and moaning while sitting on some kind of contraption that was being controlled by another woman whom she was making out with. After asking someone, I found out that she was riding a Sybian, which is a masturbation device that vibrates and has optional attachments. How had I never heard of one of these before?? I watched her have orgasm after orgasm on that thing. I was in awe. I couldn't stop watching. Husband convinced me that I needed to try it, so I did. I climbed on and he started it up. I felt the vibration throughout my whole body. Husband slowly turned up the intensity while I lost myself in the sensation. I kept seeing people walking by and watching me. I couldn't even be bothered. As the vibrations reached the highest level of intensity, I tried to hold back my orgasm. I began to feel the pleasure wash over my body and I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to cum, moaning out loud so that the whole room could hear. I didn't even care. It was just amazing.
I stood up and stumbled over to the alpaca rug. On my way over there, I saw a naked woman on the massage table enjoying some electro play with a man that had a Violet Wand. I watched her spread her pussy lips and he teased her clit with the wand. I watched for a little bit and then I laid down on the rug. It was so incredibly soft that I just wanted to snuggle it forever. Husband sat next to me, rubbed my back, and played with my hair as I relaxed. I kept running my hands through the alpaca fur. I wished I had the nerve to get naked and rub my body all over it. Unfortunately, I need a bit more time to warm up to everyone before I start getting naked. Soon, Jimbo came over and cuddled with us on the rug as well. That was a really nice bonding moment for me. After a good while of relaxing on the rug, Jimbo went over to get some cold branding done. Husband decided he wanted one more, so we went over to the dry ice again. This time he got a large chain on his arm. It was much more intense than the other ones.
By this time, the man with the electro play toys had made his way over by us. He asked if we'd like to play with him. I wasn't that interested but I knew Husband would be. I tried it once and then I was done because I don't like that feeling. Husband did it for a bit longer. He very much enjoys the sensation of electricity. I'm sure it's something that he will be into trying more at a later time.
While Husband was playing with the electricity, I was watching a woman who was tied to the Saint Andrews Cross and getting flogged. The person beating her was going at it like crazy and she was moaning very loudly. I felt a twinge of jealousy. I imagined Husband tying me up and flogging me. It turned me on quite a bit. That's definitely going on the list of things to try. After the person was done flogging the woman, they put the flogger between her legs and rubbed her clit with it until she came. I had never thought of doing that, but it was pretty amusing. I definitely enjoyed watching that.
We heard that someone was doing fire play, so we tried to find where this was happening at, but we had no luck. It had either not happened, we couldn't find where it was going on, or it had already finished by the time we knew about it. I was quite sad because I really wanted to try it. We came back down to the dungeon and there was a different naked woman laying on the massage table. This woman was getting needles inserted into her breasts in a circle around her nipple. I really wanted to try the needle play, but every time I went to check it out, someone was already in line to do it next. So, I gave up on that until later. I did watch the woman for quite some time though. Earlier in the night, I saw a woman getting a corset piercing with the needles. THAT is what I really want to do. That would be just amazing. I know I'd love it. Husband isn't a fan of needles unless they involve getting tattoos. I am hoping to convince him to do an energy pull with me though.
At this point, there was free space on the bison rug, so I decided to try it out. I laid down on my stomach and Husband climbed on top of my legs. He massaged my ass for a while and I enjoyed the hell out of it, though it was turning me on a lot. Jimbo came over and laid down on the alpaca rug directly in front of me. We talked for a bit and then three people started beating him with random instruments. At one point, there were six Wartenberg wheels running along his back. So many things were used to stimulate his nerves and he enjoyed the hell out of it. He was moaning loudly right in my face and I was loving it. Being able to watch him scene was a really great experience. I wished that I could get even a portion of the attention he was getting. Alas, I am too shy to seek it out. Maybe I will be less shy next time.
After watching Jimbo scene, we decided it was time to go home. We were there for seven hours and I hated leaving. The time just flew by so fast. I've been trying to find the place where I fit in all my life. Most people don't understand me because I'm hyper sexual. But these people...I think they could definitely get me. I think I could get along with them really well if I just learned how to communicate like a normal human being. I have so many hopes for the future. I want to get closer to everyone. To be accepted in this kink family. To feel like I finally belong somewhere. This is my safe place. Who would have thought? I honestly cannot wait for the next kink party. There are so many things that I want to experience. I will definitely be counting down the days.
Eventually, the time came to move down to the "dungeon" and I got a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I was very excited. I just followed my friend Jimbo, who is much more experienced than I. While I have been doing somewhat-kinky things in the bedroom for about 15 years now, I am very new to the scene itself. I don't know as much as I'd like to. For example, at the age of 16, I would put a collar and leash on my boyfriend and walk him around in public. Yet, I didn't truly know what it meant to be collared until recently. I was always meant to be in this scene. I just never had any connections with it until I met Jimbo. He has been great at helping introduce me to things. That being said, since I am still learning, if I misuse any BDSM terms in this post, I apologize.
As we entered the dungeon, I saw a woman tying a man to a Saint Andrew's Cross. I smiled and walked past them. As I came around the corner, I saw a bunch of people cuddling on two rugs. One rug was made of alpaca fur and the other of buffalo fur. They looked so amazingly comfortable that I wanted to lay on them as well, but then I saw something going on over in the corner. There were two people who were doing cold branding with dry ice. This wasn't something that I had considered doing because I hate cold things, but I was drawn to it for some reason. I watched person after person line up and get branded with a very cold metal cookie cutter. I winced every time, just imagining how much that must hurt. People kept telling me that it wasn't that bad. That it looked worse than it actually was. I still wasn't convinced. Husband decided he was going to get one. So, I watched him do it and then asked him how it felt. He said it was just a little sting, which made me feel better about it. I never thought I'd do it, but I was suddenly overcome with the urge to go for it. I picked out a small star and waited for it to get cold in the alcohol/dry ice slush. When it was time, I showed the girl where I wanted it on my arm, held Husband's hand and took a deep breath. If I'm being totally honest, it did hurt a little bit, but nothing compared to getting a good spanking. It stung for about 5 minutes afterward and then it just went numb. The verdict: I loved it! Three days later, it doesn't hurt at all and it's still visible. I'm not sure if the pressure of putting it on made the bruises pop up or if it was Husband slapping my arm that did it, but it looks kind of cool with the purple on it.
After I got my first branding, someone picked up some dry ice and rubbed it up and down my arm. That was my limit. I do not like coldness. AT ALL. I winced and pulled away. I think I'll just stick to the cookie cutters. I looked over at the Saint Andrews Cross again. This time, a naked woman was tied to it and a man was spanking her and running a knife across her back. I watched them play for a while and then Husband decided he wanted another cold brand. He picked out a larger one this time and I held his hand as he got it done. Obviously, he liked it as well.
We heard Jimbo say that he was going to do an energy pull. I had never heard of that before, so I was very curious. We followed him to another room and watched as he had two needles placed on the left side of his chest in the shape of an X. Then, the same thing was repeated on the right side. Another friend of his had the same done to her, and then they were tethered together with rubber bands placed on the needles. They slowly pulled against each other, getting further and further apart as time went on. It looked very intense. I definitely wasn't ready for that yet, but it's something I'm considering doing in the future.
After watching Jimbo do his energy pull for a while, I decided I wanted another cold brand. We walked back over to the dry ice and this time I picked a larger one in the shape of a bat. I took off my shirt, held Husband's hand, took a deep breath, and braced myself. It actually didn't hurt as bad as the one on my arm, but it's definitely darker and still a tiny bit sensitive when I touch it. I ran to the bathroom so I could look at it in the mirror. It was so exciting! It filled me with so much positive energy. I loved it. I wanted more, but I decided I should pace myself.
When I left the bathroom, I saw a girl writhing and moaning while sitting on some kind of contraption that was being controlled by another woman whom she was making out with. After asking someone, I found out that she was riding a Sybian, which is a masturbation device that vibrates and has optional attachments. How had I never heard of one of these before?? I watched her have orgasm after orgasm on that thing. I was in awe. I couldn't stop watching. Husband convinced me that I needed to try it, so I did. I climbed on and he started it up. I felt the vibration throughout my whole body. Husband slowly turned up the intensity while I lost myself in the sensation. I kept seeing people walking by and watching me. I couldn't even be bothered. As the vibrations reached the highest level of intensity, I tried to hold back my orgasm. I began to feel the pleasure wash over my body and I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to cum, moaning out loud so that the whole room could hear. I didn't even care. It was just amazing.
I stood up and stumbled over to the alpaca rug. On my way over there, I saw a naked woman on the massage table enjoying some electro play with a man that had a Violet Wand. I watched her spread her pussy lips and he teased her clit with the wand. I watched for a little bit and then I laid down on the rug. It was so incredibly soft that I just wanted to snuggle it forever. Husband sat next to me, rubbed my back, and played with my hair as I relaxed. I kept running my hands through the alpaca fur. I wished I had the nerve to get naked and rub my body all over it. Unfortunately, I need a bit more time to warm up to everyone before I start getting naked. Soon, Jimbo came over and cuddled with us on the rug as well. That was a really nice bonding moment for me. After a good while of relaxing on the rug, Jimbo went over to get some cold branding done. Husband decided he wanted one more, so we went over to the dry ice again. This time he got a large chain on his arm. It was much more intense than the other ones.
By this time, the man with the electro play toys had made his way over by us. He asked if we'd like to play with him. I wasn't that interested but I knew Husband would be. I tried it once and then I was done because I don't like that feeling. Husband did it for a bit longer. He very much enjoys the sensation of electricity. I'm sure it's something that he will be into trying more at a later time.
While Husband was playing with the electricity, I was watching a woman who was tied to the Saint Andrews Cross and getting flogged. The person beating her was going at it like crazy and she was moaning very loudly. I felt a twinge of jealousy. I imagined Husband tying me up and flogging me. It turned me on quite a bit. That's definitely going on the list of things to try. After the person was done flogging the woman, they put the flogger between her legs and rubbed her clit with it until she came. I had never thought of doing that, but it was pretty amusing. I definitely enjoyed watching that.
We heard that someone was doing fire play, so we tried to find where this was happening at, but we had no luck. It had either not happened, we couldn't find where it was going on, or it had already finished by the time we knew about it. I was quite sad because I really wanted to try it. We came back down to the dungeon and there was a different naked woman laying on the massage table. This woman was getting needles inserted into her breasts in a circle around her nipple. I really wanted to try the needle play, but every time I went to check it out, someone was already in line to do it next. So, I gave up on that until later. I did watch the woman for quite some time though. Earlier in the night, I saw a woman getting a corset piercing with the needles. THAT is what I really want to do. That would be just amazing. I know I'd love it. Husband isn't a fan of needles unless they involve getting tattoos. I am hoping to convince him to do an energy pull with me though.
At this point, there was free space on the bison rug, so I decided to try it out. I laid down on my stomach and Husband climbed on top of my legs. He massaged my ass for a while and I enjoyed the hell out of it, though it was turning me on a lot. Jimbo came over and laid down on the alpaca rug directly in front of me. We talked for a bit and then three people started beating him with random instruments. At one point, there were six Wartenberg wheels running along his back. So many things were used to stimulate his nerves and he enjoyed the hell out of it. He was moaning loudly right in my face and I was loving it. Being able to watch him scene was a really great experience. I wished that I could get even a portion of the attention he was getting. Alas, I am too shy to seek it out. Maybe I will be less shy next time.
After watching Jimbo scene, we decided it was time to go home. We were there for seven hours and I hated leaving. The time just flew by so fast. I've been trying to find the place where I fit in all my life. Most people don't understand me because I'm hyper sexual. But these people...I think they could definitely get me. I think I could get along with them really well if I just learned how to communicate like a normal human being. I have so many hopes for the future. I want to get closer to everyone. To be accepted in this kink family. To feel like I finally belong somewhere. This is my safe place. Who would have thought? I honestly cannot wait for the next kink party. There are so many things that I want to experience. I will definitely be counting down the days.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock
Well, hello there. Apparently I have been gone for quite some time. I had no idea that three months had passed since the last time I wrote in here. Oh well, I'm here now! Yay?
Anyway, I've been stuck in fantasy land for the last couple weeks. Back in May, I wrote about an artist named Tom Odell. My obsession with him has only gotten stronger over the last five months. I've since bought his first album, which is amazing by the way. I've listened to it so much that I have memorized every song. I don't think a day passes in which I don't listen to at least one of his songs. Hearing his voice brings such happiness to my soul. Everything about him is perfect. Okay, well I'm not a big fan of the fact that he smokes, but I can let that slide.
Alright, I'll get to the point. Last month, Tom announced that he would be touring in the US. I squeed loudly and went to look at the tour dates. The closest place he would be playing was Chicago, which is five hours away from where I live. I tried to find a way that Husband could come with me, but since it was on a Friday, it just wasn't going to happen. So, I talked Trystan into going with me. Since my birthday was the Friday before the concert, Trystan bought my concert ticket and drove me there. During the whole week before the concert, I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was the fact that I was going to be in the same room with Tom. I fantasized like crazy. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to touch his perfect hands. I knew it wasn't likely though. So, I prepared myself for that. I decided that I would be content just to see him on stage and hear him play live. Anything more would be a bonus.
We drove to Chicago, which ended up taking six hours because of the horrible Chicago traffic. Once we got there, we made our way to the club so we could stand outside for three hours waiting for the doors to open. I wanted to be first in line so that I could be in the front row, since it was standing room only. As I was waiting to cross the street in front of the club, I see the drummer walk across the street toward me. Only then did I become aware of the huge tour bus to my right. That's when I realized that Tom was probably in there...so close to me. I gasped but kept my cool. I stood in front of the club, staring at that bus, just hoping that Tom would come out. Then my wish came true. There he was, standing across the street. I turned around to calm myself. I took a few deep breaths and then turned around just in time to see him stepping up on the curb right in front of me. So, I said, "Hello." What?? Hello?? That's it? He returned the greeting in his sexy British accent and then stood next to me. He was smoking, so he had to finish his cigarette before entering the building. All of a sudden, I felt thankful that he smokes. He asked if we were coming to the show and how I found out about his music. When he found out I was thirty, he said, "You don't look a day over 24." Oh my! I melted right there in that moment. I wanted to say, "Oh, well in that case, do you like older women?" But I couldn't decide if that would be too creepy. I didn't think I would be that tongue-tied and star-struck. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't get lucky enough to meet him, so I hadn't fully prepared myself for this possibility. We had a five minute conversation, in which I probably made an ass out of myself. Then, he shook my hand...yes, I touched his hand... *sigh* I wanted to caress his hand when it touched mine. Fuck, his hands are so damn perfect. As I was shaking his hand, I realized that my hands were all sweaty from being so nervous and turned on. Dammit! I shook Tom's hand with sweaty palms. Gah! I was super embarrassed. My face turned red and I wanted to disappear. I felt thankful when he turned away to go inside the club. I didn't even ask for a picture. Ugh. I failed so hard. Where did my confidence go? I thought I was ready for this. Turns out, Tom turns me to jelly and I become a stupid girl. Who would have thought?
When the doors opened, I was the first person inside. I took my place right in front of the piano, lined up just right so that I could see his hands on the piano and see his face while he sings. Best spot in the whole place. The stage was so small that I was only a few feet from his piano. Holy shit. It was fucking amazing. I suffered through the first band, praying that they would be done soon. I couldn't wait any longer. When Tom came out, my breath caught and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. He sat down at the piano and started playing. I was in heaven. I wanted that moment to last forever. Unfortunately, they only played for an hour, but it was an amazing show. They had a couple jam sessions that were not planned at all. It was great. I couldn't stop smiling.
After the show, I waited, hoping that they would come hang out. I knew it was a long shot, but the slim chance convinced me to stay. I saw the drummer, so I went up to him and asked him to sign a CD for me. We talked for a few minutes and he was incredibly nice. Then, I moved on to the guitarist, who talked a little less, but was still nice. Next, we saw the bassist, so we went up to him. He didn't seem interested in talking, but he did sign the CD for me. After a few minutes, Tom showed up. Oh god, he was perfect. His hair was all sweaty and I just wanted to run my fingers through it...pull his face toward mine...kiss his yummy lips. I wanted him so badly. I wished it were appropriate for me to grab his hand, pull him to a private area and suck his cock. I just wanted to make him cum. I wanted to hear him moan. I have never wanted anything more. I'm sure the heat coming off of my body was insane. I walked up to him and waited patiently for him to finish his conversation with other people. I kept looking him up and down. Those skinny jeans he wears...oh my. I kept staring at his neck. It was so pale and inviting. I wanted to kiss...lick...bite. I would do anything he wanted me to do. He turned to me, so I asked him to sign the CD. Then everyone else wanted him to sign theirs as well. He kept putting the marker in his mouth. I was jealous of that marker. He apologized for putting it in his mouth. I told him I didn't mind. Oh man, he had no idea how much I didn't mind. When he finally finished signing all of the CDs, he gave the marker back to me. Even though that marker belonged to Trystan, I kept it. I couldn't give it back after all that. I finally got up the courage to ask him for a picture. He put his hand on my back. I melted again. I failed at having a decent conversation with him. My mind was so mushy that I didn't know what would be appropriate. I didn't want him to think I was some freak who he needs to avoid. While I may be somewhat obsessed with him, I wouldn't do anything crazy or inappropriate. Well, unless I knew he was up for it. Haha. Besides, how do you say, "I have a huge crush on you and I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock" without sounding creepy?
At that moment, I knew it was time to go. I had to drive the five hours back home and there really was no point of sticking around since I couldn't bring myself to say anything worthwhile anyway. It was so hard to leave. The energy in that place was amazing and I didn't want to leave Tom. I loved being in the same place he was. I was sad to leave, but it couldn't last forever. We walked back to the car and I drove for five hours, fantasizing about Tom, not being able to stop smiling. When I got home, I passed out and dreamed about Tom. And now five days later, I'm still fantasizing about him. I've got it bad. That's for damn sure.
So, that's my story. It was much more exciting than I can convey with words. Here are a couple pictures that Trystan took that night. Enjoy.
Anyway, I've been stuck in fantasy land for the last couple weeks. Back in May, I wrote about an artist named Tom Odell. My obsession with him has only gotten stronger over the last five months. I've since bought his first album, which is amazing by the way. I've listened to it so much that I have memorized every song. I don't think a day passes in which I don't listen to at least one of his songs. Hearing his voice brings such happiness to my soul. Everything about him is perfect. Okay, well I'm not a big fan of the fact that he smokes, but I can let that slide.
Alright, I'll get to the point. Last month, Tom announced that he would be touring in the US. I squeed loudly and went to look at the tour dates. The closest place he would be playing was Chicago, which is five hours away from where I live. I tried to find a way that Husband could come with me, but since it was on a Friday, it just wasn't going to happen. So, I talked Trystan into going with me. Since my birthday was the Friday before the concert, Trystan bought my concert ticket and drove me there. During the whole week before the concert, I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was the fact that I was going to be in the same room with Tom. I fantasized like crazy. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to touch his perfect hands. I knew it wasn't likely though. So, I prepared myself for that. I decided that I would be content just to see him on stage and hear him play live. Anything more would be a bonus.
We drove to Chicago, which ended up taking six hours because of the horrible Chicago traffic. Once we got there, we made our way to the club so we could stand outside for three hours waiting for the doors to open. I wanted to be first in line so that I could be in the front row, since it was standing room only. As I was waiting to cross the street in front of the club, I see the drummer walk across the street toward me. Only then did I become aware of the huge tour bus to my right. That's when I realized that Tom was probably in there...so close to me. I gasped but kept my cool. I stood in front of the club, staring at that bus, just hoping that Tom would come out. Then my wish came true. There he was, standing across the street. I turned around to calm myself. I took a few deep breaths and then turned around just in time to see him stepping up on the curb right in front of me. So, I said, "Hello." What?? Hello?? That's it? He returned the greeting in his sexy British accent and then stood next to me. He was smoking, so he had to finish his cigarette before entering the building. All of a sudden, I felt thankful that he smokes. He asked if we were coming to the show and how I found out about his music. When he found out I was thirty, he said, "You don't look a day over 24." Oh my! I melted right there in that moment. I wanted to say, "Oh, well in that case, do you like older women?" But I couldn't decide if that would be too creepy. I didn't think I would be that tongue-tied and star-struck. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't get lucky enough to meet him, so I hadn't fully prepared myself for this possibility. We had a five minute conversation, in which I probably made an ass out of myself. Then, he shook my hand...yes, I touched his hand... *sigh* I wanted to caress his hand when it touched mine. Fuck, his hands are so damn perfect. As I was shaking his hand, I realized that my hands were all sweaty from being so nervous and turned on. Dammit! I shook Tom's hand with sweaty palms. Gah! I was super embarrassed. My face turned red and I wanted to disappear. I felt thankful when he turned away to go inside the club. I didn't even ask for a picture. Ugh. I failed so hard. Where did my confidence go? I thought I was ready for this. Turns out, Tom turns me to jelly and I become a stupid girl. Who would have thought?
When the doors opened, I was the first person inside. I took my place right in front of the piano, lined up just right so that I could see his hands on the piano and see his face while he sings. Best spot in the whole place. The stage was so small that I was only a few feet from his piano. Holy shit. It was fucking amazing. I suffered through the first band, praying that they would be done soon. I couldn't wait any longer. When Tom came out, my breath caught and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. He sat down at the piano and started playing. I was in heaven. I wanted that moment to last forever. Unfortunately, they only played for an hour, but it was an amazing show. They had a couple jam sessions that were not planned at all. It was great. I couldn't stop smiling.
After the show, I waited, hoping that they would come hang out. I knew it was a long shot, but the slim chance convinced me to stay. I saw the drummer, so I went up to him and asked him to sign a CD for me. We talked for a few minutes and he was incredibly nice. Then, I moved on to the guitarist, who talked a little less, but was still nice. Next, we saw the bassist, so we went up to him. He didn't seem interested in talking, but he did sign the CD for me. After a few minutes, Tom showed up. Oh god, he was perfect. His hair was all sweaty and I just wanted to run my fingers through it...pull his face toward mine...kiss his yummy lips. I wanted him so badly. I wished it were appropriate for me to grab his hand, pull him to a private area and suck his cock. I just wanted to make him cum. I wanted to hear him moan. I have never wanted anything more. I'm sure the heat coming off of my body was insane. I walked up to him and waited patiently for him to finish his conversation with other people. I kept looking him up and down. Those skinny jeans he wears...oh my. I kept staring at his neck. It was so pale and inviting. I wanted to kiss...lick...bite. I would do anything he wanted me to do. He turned to me, so I asked him to sign the CD. Then everyone else wanted him to sign theirs as well. He kept putting the marker in his mouth. I was jealous of that marker. He apologized for putting it in his mouth. I told him I didn't mind. Oh man, he had no idea how much I didn't mind. When he finally finished signing all of the CDs, he gave the marker back to me. Even though that marker belonged to Trystan, I kept it. I couldn't give it back after all that. I finally got up the courage to ask him for a picture. He put his hand on my back. I melted again. I failed at having a decent conversation with him. My mind was so mushy that I didn't know what would be appropriate. I didn't want him to think I was some freak who he needs to avoid. While I may be somewhat obsessed with him, I wouldn't do anything crazy or inappropriate. Well, unless I knew he was up for it. Haha. Besides, how do you say, "I have a huge crush on you and I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock" without sounding creepy?
At that moment, I knew it was time to go. I had to drive the five hours back home and there really was no point of sticking around since I couldn't bring myself to say anything worthwhile anyway. It was so hard to leave. The energy in that place was amazing and I didn't want to leave Tom. I loved being in the same place he was. I was sad to leave, but it couldn't last forever. We walked back to the car and I drove for five hours, fantasizing about Tom, not being able to stop smiling. When I got home, I passed out and dreamed about Tom. And now five days later, I'm still fantasizing about him. I've got it bad. That's for damn sure.
So, that's my story. It was much more exciting than I can convey with words. Here are a couple pictures that Trystan took that night. Enjoy.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
The best of both kink worlds
In the kink world, I consider myself a switch. I am much better at being submissive, but occasionally I get the urge to be dominant. I enjoy being able to choose based on my mood at the time. It's like having the best of both worlds. Thankfully, Husband is also a switch. He claims to be more submissive, but I think he enjoys being dominant much more than he admits. It's just different for him because of his past. He was forced to be submissive by abusive women who never cared about him. He gets better and better every time he tries on the dominant hat. I can tell he gets off on it. Some of that may be because of how much I enjoy it. Regardless, I love that we are both switches and it works so well.
Here is an example of how well it works:
On Sunday night, Husband and I were laying in bed spooning. I felt his hard cock against my ass and it turned me on. So, I positioned my ass in such a way that his cock could enter my pussy easily. Then, I pushed back against it so that it would slip inside. He moaned and started to fuck me slowly. I tried to make him go faster and harder, but he fought against me. It felt like he was teasing me, and I don't like to be teased. So, I pushed him away from me and sat up on the bed. He sat up with me, so I shoved him back down on the bed. I climbed on top of him, slipped his cock back inside my very wet pussy and started to ride him. His cock was hitting my G-spot in just the right place, so I rode harder and faster. I was so close to cumming. Harder. Faster. He started to moan and I felt the pleasure welling up inside me. My pussy exploded in orgasmic pleasure and I gushed all over him as he was cumming inside me at the same time.
Since I had taken charge in the bedroom Sunday night, I said that I'd like him to take charge on Monday night. So, he did. We started off with a movie and a bit of cuddling in our bed. Towards the end of the movie, Husband climbed on top of me and started to massage my back. After the movie was over, he transitioned from massaging to kissing, licking, and caressing. I quickly ran to the bathroom to empty my bladder and he followed to do the same. Upon my return, I bent over the bed and waited for him to come into the room. He came up behind me, grabbed my hips and shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me harder than I was anticipating, which hurt, but in a good way. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back as he continued to fuck me. Then, he leaned over and held me down as he grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled on it as he fucked me harder. I moaned out in pleasure and pain. He held me down again, harder this time. I was loving it. I tried to push back into his thrusts but he grabbed two fistfuls of hair on each side of my head and pulled them like reigns as he fucked me. He fucked me harder and harder until his cock filled my pussy up with cum. It was pretty damn amazing. When he was done, he pulled out, pet my head softly and then kissed my back. I was definitely satisfied.
And that is how it works. Sometimes it's more kinky than other times, but we generally just take turns being the more dominant one. I like it that way. I hope that one day I can find a girl that works in the same way that we do. Though, at this point, any girl sounds good! Haha. I miss pussy...so much.
Here is an example of how well it works:
On Sunday night, Husband and I were laying in bed spooning. I felt his hard cock against my ass and it turned me on. So, I positioned my ass in such a way that his cock could enter my pussy easily. Then, I pushed back against it so that it would slip inside. He moaned and started to fuck me slowly. I tried to make him go faster and harder, but he fought against me. It felt like he was teasing me, and I don't like to be teased. So, I pushed him away from me and sat up on the bed. He sat up with me, so I shoved him back down on the bed. I climbed on top of him, slipped his cock back inside my very wet pussy and started to ride him. His cock was hitting my G-spot in just the right place, so I rode harder and faster. I was so close to cumming. Harder. Faster. He started to moan and I felt the pleasure welling up inside me. My pussy exploded in orgasmic pleasure and I gushed all over him as he was cumming inside me at the same time.
Since I had taken charge in the bedroom Sunday night, I said that I'd like him to take charge on Monday night. So, he did. We started off with a movie and a bit of cuddling in our bed. Towards the end of the movie, Husband climbed on top of me and started to massage my back. After the movie was over, he transitioned from massaging to kissing, licking, and caressing. I quickly ran to the bathroom to empty my bladder and he followed to do the same. Upon my return, I bent over the bed and waited for him to come into the room. He came up behind me, grabbed my hips and shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me harder than I was anticipating, which hurt, but in a good way. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back as he continued to fuck me. Then, he leaned over and held me down as he grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled on it as he fucked me harder. I moaned out in pleasure and pain. He held me down again, harder this time. I was loving it. I tried to push back into his thrusts but he grabbed two fistfuls of hair on each side of my head and pulled them like reigns as he fucked me. He fucked me harder and harder until his cock filled my pussy up with cum. It was pretty damn amazing. When he was done, he pulled out, pet my head softly and then kissed my back. I was definitely satisfied.
And that is how it works. Sometimes it's more kinky than other times, but we generally just take turns being the more dominant one. I like it that way. I hope that one day I can find a girl that works in the same way that we do. Though, at this point, any girl sounds good! Haha. I miss pussy...so much.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Kinky Date Night
Husband and I had a much needed date night on Friday. It had been quite a while since we had been out alone together, so I was super excited. Back in April, I wrote about a monthly kinky meet-up that I had attended. Well, Friday was the night that the July meeting was happening. So, I insisted that Husband attend with me. I think he was quite a bit nervous, like I was the first time. I was hopeful that it would go better since he was with me, but it really wasn't much better. The people there tend to hang out in little cliques, so if you don't know anyone in those cliques, you are kind of an outsider. I'm sure if we both weren't socially inept, we could learn to mingle a little better. Everyone there is super friendly. It just doesn't seem to work well for someone with social anxiety. I did get to see Candace for a while. She showed up about 20 minutes before I had to leave. I didn't get to talk to her much, but any amount of time spent with her is amazing. I also talked to more people this time than last time, so that's a good thing. At one point people were taking turns spanking each other. I was enjoying watching that. A man there also brought some toys in a big bag that he was showing off. The potential for it to be really fun is there. I just haven't found my niche yet. I will continue to attend these meet-ups in hopes that I'm accepted in one of these cliques and feel less anxious. I really do want to get into the kink scene. It excites me quite a bit.
We left the kink event early so that we could attend a burlesque show that was happening nearby. I do so love burlesque shows. Every time I leave them, I am very wet and turned on. During intermission, one of the girls laid on the stage in a bra and panties. They covered her in cookies and told everyone that they could eat a cookie off of her if they put a tip into a bucket. Well, I couldn't pass that up. I picked the cookie that was closest to her crotch and I ate it. It was even a bit warm. Mmmm. I imagined very dirty things while eating that cookie. That was so worth it.
After the show, I got a text message from Jacob. He asked how the night was going and I told him about the people who were giving out spankings at the kink meet-up. He said that he would like to have one of those, so I told him to come over so that I could spank him and he could fuck me. He seemed to be considering it and I was very excited...and then he stopped responding. Apparently he passed out. I got my hopes up that I was finally going to get fucked by that sexy man, and then I was let down. Damn. He did say that he'd like to go out for coffee again soon, so hopefully we can do that sometime this week. One day I will have that fickle man...one day.
When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, Husband came up behind me and told me to bend over the sink. Of course, I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and spanked my left ass cheek. I moaned out in pleasure and then he spanked the other side. He took turns hitting one cheek and then the other, while simultaneously holding me down with his other hand. When he felt content that he had punished my ass enough, he ordered me to go lay down on the bed and wait for him. He added that I was not to remove any of my clothing. As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw that he was getting ready to warm up one of the glass dildos. My clit tingled in excitement.
I laid down on my stomach and waited for Husband to come into the room. He jumped on me, wearing nothing but a kilt. He pulled my skirt up, told me to stick my ass up, pulled my panties aside, and then he shoved his finger inside my pussy. He said, "God, you're so wet." He sucked the pussy juice off of his finger, took off his kilt, and then stuck his finger back inside me. He fucked me harder and harder with his finger. Since I have a hand fetish, I absolutely love when he fucks me with his fingers. It turns me on so much. I dug my nails into the bed and he said, "Mmmm, you're getting tighter. I can feel that you're getting ready to cum. I want you to cum all over your panties. Soak them for me." I felt his finger hitting my G-spot, going faster and faster. I pushed against his thrusts, making them more powerful. I was so close that I thought I may lose my mind. I reminded myself not to hold my breath and then let go. My whole body convulsed in pleasure as I gushed all over my panties. Husband moaned and then licked all the cum off of my crotch. He then sucked the cum out of my panties and I giggled.
I thought he was done at that point. Boy, was I wrong. He grabbed the glass dildo, shoved it in my pussy, and started to fuck me with it. He placed his cock on my asshole as he continued to fuck me with the toy. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his other hand. Having all three of those spots stimulated at the same time was driving me wild. I started to breathe heavier and he said, "My pre-cum is all over your asshole. I want to stick something in it." So, he did just that. He slowly inserted his finger into my ass and then continued to fuck my pussy with the toy. With every thrust of the toy, my ass was also being fucked by his finger. I felt my clit getting so close to cumming. I was so wet that his fingers were gliding across my clit in such a silky way. It felt so good. I tried to hold back the orgasm, but it was no use. I moaned out in pleasure and came so hard.
Husband spanked my ass a few more times and then shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me very hard for a bit, then told me to turn over. As I turned over, he took my panties off and threw them across the room. He spread my legs, knelt over me, and once again shoved his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, my boots still on. He said he needed to taste me again, so he scooted down to my crotch, put my feet on his shoulders, and started to lick my clit while fingering my pussy. I enjoyed that for a while and then told him that I wanted his cock back inside me. He granted my wish. He sat up and started to fuck me once again. I reached down, took my boots off, and then placed my feet on his chest. I angled my body in just the right way so that his cock would hit my G-spot. He fucked me harder as I reached down to my clit and started to rub it. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn't take long before he started to cum. I felt him fill my pussy with his hot man-juice and it brought me over the edge. I started to cum as well.
Afterwards, we both collapsed and passed out. We had to be up in four hours, but it was totally worth it. My husband is so damn hot. Women should definitely be jealous.
On another note, I don't really have time to write about it right now, but I had the most amazing dream about Tom Odell last night. God, that man is perfection. Trystan bought a signed picture of him and framed it for me. He even made sure his hands were in the picture. I may or may not have masturbated while looking at that picture. He has the most amazing hands that I've ever seen. If only I could meet that man, I would rock his world for sure. So many fantasies.
We left the kink event early so that we could attend a burlesque show that was happening nearby. I do so love burlesque shows. Every time I leave them, I am very wet and turned on. During intermission, one of the girls laid on the stage in a bra and panties. They covered her in cookies and told everyone that they could eat a cookie off of her if they put a tip into a bucket. Well, I couldn't pass that up. I picked the cookie that was closest to her crotch and I ate it. It was even a bit warm. Mmmm. I imagined very dirty things while eating that cookie. That was so worth it.
After the show, I got a text message from Jacob. He asked how the night was going and I told him about the people who were giving out spankings at the kink meet-up. He said that he would like to have one of those, so I told him to come over so that I could spank him and he could fuck me. He seemed to be considering it and I was very excited...and then he stopped responding. Apparently he passed out. I got my hopes up that I was finally going to get fucked by that sexy man, and then I was let down. Damn. He did say that he'd like to go out for coffee again soon, so hopefully we can do that sometime this week. One day I will have that fickle man...one day.
When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, Husband came up behind me and told me to bend over the sink. Of course, I did as I was told. He lifted my skirt and spanked my left ass cheek. I moaned out in pleasure and then he spanked the other side. He took turns hitting one cheek and then the other, while simultaneously holding me down with his other hand. When he felt content that he had punished my ass enough, he ordered me to go lay down on the bed and wait for him. He added that I was not to remove any of my clothing. As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw that he was getting ready to warm up one of the glass dildos. My clit tingled in excitement.
I laid down on my stomach and waited for Husband to come into the room. He jumped on me, wearing nothing but a kilt. He pulled my skirt up, told me to stick my ass up, pulled my panties aside, and then he shoved his finger inside my pussy. He said, "God, you're so wet." He sucked the pussy juice off of his finger, took off his kilt, and then stuck his finger back inside me. He fucked me harder and harder with his finger. Since I have a hand fetish, I absolutely love when he fucks me with his fingers. It turns me on so much. I dug my nails into the bed and he said, "Mmmm, you're getting tighter. I can feel that you're getting ready to cum. I want you to cum all over your panties. Soak them for me." I felt his finger hitting my G-spot, going faster and faster. I pushed against his thrusts, making them more powerful. I was so close that I thought I may lose my mind. I reminded myself not to hold my breath and then let go. My whole body convulsed in pleasure as I gushed all over my panties. Husband moaned and then licked all the cum off of my crotch. He then sucked the cum out of my panties and I giggled.
I thought he was done at that point. Boy, was I wrong. He grabbed the glass dildo, shoved it in my pussy, and started to fuck me with it. He placed his cock on my asshole as he continued to fuck me with the toy. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his other hand. Having all three of those spots stimulated at the same time was driving me wild. I started to breathe heavier and he said, "My pre-cum is all over your asshole. I want to stick something in it." So, he did just that. He slowly inserted his finger into my ass and then continued to fuck my pussy with the toy. With every thrust of the toy, my ass was also being fucked by his finger. I felt my clit getting so close to cumming. I was so wet that his fingers were gliding across my clit in such a silky way. It felt so good. I tried to hold back the orgasm, but it was no use. I moaned out in pleasure and came so hard.
Husband spanked my ass a few more times and then shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me very hard for a bit, then told me to turn over. As I turned over, he took my panties off and threw them across the room. He spread my legs, knelt over me, and once again shoved his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, my boots still on. He said he needed to taste me again, so he scooted down to my crotch, put my feet on his shoulders, and started to lick my clit while fingering my pussy. I enjoyed that for a while and then told him that I wanted his cock back inside me. He granted my wish. He sat up and started to fuck me once again. I reached down, took my boots off, and then placed my feet on his chest. I angled my body in just the right way so that his cock would hit my G-spot. He fucked me harder as I reached down to my clit and started to rub it. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn't take long before he started to cum. I felt him fill my pussy with his hot man-juice and it brought me over the edge. I started to cum as well.
Afterwards, we both collapsed and passed out. We had to be up in four hours, but it was totally worth it. My husband is so damn hot. Women should definitely be jealous.
On another note, I don't really have time to write about it right now, but I had the most amazing dream about Tom Odell last night. God, that man is perfection. Trystan bought a signed picture of him and framed it for me. He even made sure his hands were in the picture. I may or may not have masturbated while looking at that picture. He has the most amazing hands that I've ever seen. If only I could meet that man, I would rock his world for sure. So many fantasies.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Hold Me Down and Fuck Me
Last night, Husband and I were cuddling in bed and talking. Things got quiet and I thought we were going to be going to sleep. When he ordered me to spread my legs, I realized I was wrong. I spread my legs and laid one of them on top of his. He put his hand on my lady-bits and started to caress my outer labia. My clit woke up and started to tingle, which caused me to squirm. He then parted my pussy lips and started to rub my clit with his fingers. I rocked my hips gently as he began to cover my stomach in soft kisses. He moved down to my thighs and took a deep breath. "Damn, you smell so good," he said. I felt a knot of desire in my stomach when I heard that and I wanted him so bad. He moved up to my lips and started to kiss me. I caressed his back and then placed my hand on his hip. I felt so close to cumming. He placed his hand on my cheek and it pushed me over the edge. I dug my nails into his hip as I moaned in pleasure.
He told me he wanted me from behind, so I turned over and laid flat on the bed. He placed his hands on my arms and held them down, then he shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me so hard that it hurt, yet felt so very good. He complained that I wasn't fighting him enough and ordered me to fight harder. I tried to pull my arms away from his grip, but I could only move them a little bit. He fucked me harder and said "You're not even trying. Fight me!" I used all of my strength to try to get away, but he just pushed me down harder. My arms screamed out in pain and my gut reaction was to stop fighting so it wouldn't hurt so bad. But the more it hurt, the wetter my pussy got. I was loving the pain deep down inside. He moved his hands to my wrists and held me down even harder. He squeezed my hands tightly and I moaned out in pain. He fucked me harder and said, "How does it feel to know that I can do anything I want to you and you can't get away? Does that excite you?" I managed to moan out a very weak, "Yes." He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes and then stopped. He told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck all of my pussy juice off. I told him no, so he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to. He held my head in place as he fucked my mouth. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat then he stopped and told me to lick it. My pussy was so wet that his cock was covered in my juices. When I tasted it, it felt so wrong, but it was so hot at the same time.
Husband asked if I wanted him to fuck me again and I said yes. So, I assumed the doggy style position and he started fucking me from behind once again. I placed my arm underneath my body so that I could rub my clit with my fingers. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusting and he smacked my ass a few times. My breathing quickened and he started to fuck me harder. His cock was hitting my g-spot and I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I let go and came so hard. I dug my nails into the bed as my body convulsed. He continued to fuck me even harder. My g-spot was still swollen and his cock was hitting it with every thrust. I started to cum again, this time squirting all over Husband, the bed and myself. I felt my cum spraying everywhere but it felt so good that all I could do is bury my face in the bed and moan loudly. I felt dead, but he still hadn't cum yet.
I sighed and tried to gather some strength from somewhere deep inside me. Husband turned me over, spread my legs and shoved his fingers into my pussy. He massaged my g-spot and I started to protest, not thinking I had the energy for anymore orgasms. He insisted and continued to fuck me with his fingers. I started to rub my clit with my fingers and Husband started to stroke his cock with his free hand. I started to cum, once again gushing everywhere. He told me that he was going to cum in my mouth, so I was to be ready for that. He continued to fuck me with his fingers and I rubbed my clit again. When I came this time, I squirted all over his hand as he shot his hot load into my mouth. I moaned as he came in my mouth. At that point, I thought I was done, but he insisted on making me cum one last time. So, he fucked me even harder with his fingers and I squirted one last time. The bed was soaked and I immediately regretted not putting a mat down on the bed. Husband was more than happy to sleep on the wet spot though. He loves waking up smelling like my cum.
Today, my arms and wrists are very sore, but I can't see any bruising, which makes me quite sad. I love when I have marks the next day. And this was very painful, so I was hoping I'd have something to show for that. At least I had all of those orgasms. That definitely made it all worth it. Mmmm.
He told me he wanted me from behind, so I turned over and laid flat on the bed. He placed his hands on my arms and held them down, then he shoved his cock into my pussy. He fucked me so hard that it hurt, yet felt so very good. He complained that I wasn't fighting him enough and ordered me to fight harder. I tried to pull my arms away from his grip, but I could only move them a little bit. He fucked me harder and said "You're not even trying. Fight me!" I used all of my strength to try to get away, but he just pushed me down harder. My arms screamed out in pain and my gut reaction was to stop fighting so it wouldn't hurt so bad. But the more it hurt, the wetter my pussy got. I was loving the pain deep down inside. He moved his hands to my wrists and held me down even harder. He squeezed my hands tightly and I moaned out in pain. He fucked me harder and said, "How does it feel to know that I can do anything I want to you and you can't get away? Does that excite you?" I managed to moan out a very weak, "Yes." He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes and then stopped. He told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck all of my pussy juice off. I told him no, so he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to. He held my head in place as he fucked my mouth. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat then he stopped and told me to lick it. My pussy was so wet that his cock was covered in my juices. When I tasted it, it felt so wrong, but it was so hot at the same time.
Husband asked if I wanted him to fuck me again and I said yes. So, I assumed the doggy style position and he started fucking me from behind once again. I placed my arm underneath my body so that I could rub my clit with my fingers. I began to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusting and he smacked my ass a few times. My breathing quickened and he started to fuck me harder. His cock was hitting my g-spot and I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I let go and came so hard. I dug my nails into the bed as my body convulsed. He continued to fuck me even harder. My g-spot was still swollen and his cock was hitting it with every thrust. I started to cum again, this time squirting all over Husband, the bed and myself. I felt my cum spraying everywhere but it felt so good that all I could do is bury my face in the bed and moan loudly. I felt dead, but he still hadn't cum yet.
I sighed and tried to gather some strength from somewhere deep inside me. Husband turned me over, spread my legs and shoved his fingers into my pussy. He massaged my g-spot and I started to protest, not thinking I had the energy for anymore orgasms. He insisted and continued to fuck me with his fingers. I started to rub my clit with my fingers and Husband started to stroke his cock with his free hand. I started to cum, once again gushing everywhere. He told me that he was going to cum in my mouth, so I was to be ready for that. He continued to fuck me with his fingers and I rubbed my clit again. When I came this time, I squirted all over his hand as he shot his hot load into my mouth. I moaned as he came in my mouth. At that point, I thought I was done, but he insisted on making me cum one last time. So, he fucked me even harder with his fingers and I squirted one last time. The bed was soaked and I immediately regretted not putting a mat down on the bed. Husband was more than happy to sleep on the wet spot though. He loves waking up smelling like my cum.
Today, my arms and wrists are very sore, but I can't see any bruising, which makes me quite sad. I love when I have marks the next day. And this was very painful, so I was hoping I'd have something to show for that. At least I had all of those orgasms. That definitely made it all worth it. Mmmm.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Restraint and Orgasm Denial
Saturday was date night for Husband and I. We got to hang out with Trystan for a while, which was great. I wish he was naked during our hangout time, but I'll take what I can get. Besides, my imagination works pretty well. ;)
When we got home that night, Husband showed me what he had brought home from work. It was a bunch of cable ties. I had mentioned earlier in the week that I was interested in trying them because I never had before. So, I was of course instantly turned on.
I took off all of my clothes except for my bra and panties, then I laid down on the bed. Husband laid next to me and placed his hand on my breast, massaging it slowly. He then ran his hand down my side softly and stopped at my crotch. I arched my back as he rubbed my sweet spot on top of my panties. It made me feel like a teenager, heavy petting on top of clothes. It turned me on so much and I was loving it. I moaned and felt myself get wetter. Soon my panties were so wet that Husband couldn't resist sticking his fingers inside me. He put his hand under my panties and fucked me with his finger. I moaned louder and dug my nails into his back. Suddenly, he stopped, sucked my pussy juice off his finger, ripped my panties off, tossed them across the room and then rubbed my clit with his fingers. My pussy was so wet that his fingers were gliding over my clit like it was made of silk. It didn't take long before I was cumming...so hard. I dug my nails into his back once again and moaned loudly as my back arched.
Husband licked his finger one last time, jumped on top of me and grabbed a cable tie. He ordered me to put my hands together, then he wrapped the tie around my wrists and tightened it. He put my hands over my head and held them down with one hand. He shoved his cock in my pussy and fucked me hard. I was so turned on that my G-spot was very swollen. I felt so close to orgasm already. He fucked me harder but stopped suddenly when I was about to cum. I let out a loud sigh and he said, "You want to cum, don't you?" I said, "Yes, please." He laughed and said, "No, you have to wait." He began fucking me again, softer this time. I lifted my legs higher, trying to get him to hit my G-spot harder. He said, "Oh, you're very tricky." He held me down harder and I tried resisting. There was no way I could get away. He started fucking me harder and I tensed up. I was so close to cumming, then he stopped yet again. Oh my! It wasn't fair! I wanted to cum so badly.
At this point, I knew it wasn't going to take much to make me cum. I was just hoping that I could get it done before Husband stopped again. I started to think of ways that I could outsmart him. He began fucking me slowly, and I focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my very wet pussy. My body filled with goosebumps as I enjoyed the feeling. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him inside me harder. He asked me if I was ready to cum and I moaned, "Yes!" He let go of my arms and told me to pretend that someone else was holding me down. So, I did as I was told. He grabbed my legs, lifting them toward my head, and started fucking me harder than before. He was fucking me so very hard that it was forcing moans out of my mouth. I felt my orgasm building and then it released. I started squirting all over Husband, and then I felt it start squirting all over me as well. It landed in my eye, but I couldn't be bothered with that. I just closed my eyes and finished the orgasm. Husband grabbed my hands, cut the cable tie and ordered me to touch myself. I started rubbing my clit as he continued to fuck me. A few seconds later, I started cumming again. Oh, it was so glorious. We both collapsed and then Husband asked, "Who were you imagining that was holding you down?" I said, "Oh, I was imagining it was Trystan." He said, "I knew you would." Something tells me he did that on purpose. Regardless, I loved it. Very much. I had marks on my wrists afterward, but nothing that lasted until the next day. I think next time, we will definitely make it tighter and see how that goes. I love when I have marks the next day.
When we got home that night, Husband showed me what he had brought home from work. It was a bunch of cable ties. I had mentioned earlier in the week that I was interested in trying them because I never had before. So, I was of course instantly turned on.
I took off all of my clothes except for my bra and panties, then I laid down on the bed. Husband laid next to me and placed his hand on my breast, massaging it slowly. He then ran his hand down my side softly and stopped at my crotch. I arched my back as he rubbed my sweet spot on top of my panties. It made me feel like a teenager, heavy petting on top of clothes. It turned me on so much and I was loving it. I moaned and felt myself get wetter. Soon my panties were so wet that Husband couldn't resist sticking his fingers inside me. He put his hand under my panties and fucked me with his finger. I moaned louder and dug my nails into his back. Suddenly, he stopped, sucked my pussy juice off his finger, ripped my panties off, tossed them across the room and then rubbed my clit with his fingers. My pussy was so wet that his fingers were gliding over my clit like it was made of silk. It didn't take long before I was cumming...so hard. I dug my nails into his back once again and moaned loudly as my back arched.
Husband licked his finger one last time, jumped on top of me and grabbed a cable tie. He ordered me to put my hands together, then he wrapped the tie around my wrists and tightened it. He put my hands over my head and held them down with one hand. He shoved his cock in my pussy and fucked me hard. I was so turned on that my G-spot was very swollen. I felt so close to orgasm already. He fucked me harder but stopped suddenly when I was about to cum. I let out a loud sigh and he said, "You want to cum, don't you?" I said, "Yes, please." He laughed and said, "No, you have to wait." He began fucking me again, softer this time. I lifted my legs higher, trying to get him to hit my G-spot harder. He said, "Oh, you're very tricky." He held me down harder and I tried resisting. There was no way I could get away. He started fucking me harder and I tensed up. I was so close to cumming, then he stopped yet again. Oh my! It wasn't fair! I wanted to cum so badly.
At this point, I knew it wasn't going to take much to make me cum. I was just hoping that I could get it done before Husband stopped again. I started to think of ways that I could outsmart him. He began fucking me slowly, and I focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my very wet pussy. My body filled with goosebumps as I enjoyed the feeling. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him inside me harder. He asked me if I was ready to cum and I moaned, "Yes!" He let go of my arms and told me to pretend that someone else was holding me down. So, I did as I was told. He grabbed my legs, lifting them toward my head, and started fucking me harder than before. He was fucking me so very hard that it was forcing moans out of my mouth. I felt my orgasm building and then it released. I started squirting all over Husband, and then I felt it start squirting all over me as well. It landed in my eye, but I couldn't be bothered with that. I just closed my eyes and finished the orgasm. Husband grabbed my hands, cut the cable tie and ordered me to touch myself. I started rubbing my clit as he continued to fuck me. A few seconds later, I started cumming again. Oh, it was so glorious. We both collapsed and then Husband asked, "Who were you imagining that was holding you down?" I said, "Oh, I was imagining it was Trystan." He said, "I knew you would." Something tells me he did that on purpose. Regardless, I loved it. Very much. I had marks on my wrists afterward, but nothing that lasted until the next day. I think next time, we will definitely make it tighter and see how that goes. I love when I have marks the next day.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Learning to love anal sex
I've been meaning to write about this for a while, but I haven't gotten around to it. Last night Husband and I had anal sex, so what I've been wanting to say got refreshed in my mind.
I do enjoy anal sex from time to time. Given the right circumstances, it can be a very pleasurable experience. I tried it for the first time with my boyfriend when I was 16. Needless to say, neither him nor I knew what we were doing. I couldn't figure out how to relax enough and it was horrible. I tend to feel a little scared about doing it because of those first experiences. Once I get over it and move on, things are usually alright. That is, if I am properly warmed up before someone tries to insert something into my ass.
That being said, every time I do have anal sex, I am left feeling not quite satisfied. It's like my vagina feels left out and jealous. It screams, "Hey, you're supposed to be fucking me!" I've tried having vaginal sex first and then anal afterward, and that helps a little, but not much. Double penetration is good, but not the same either. I'm not sure why, but DP rarely hits my G-spot the same way. Every once in a while (and by that, I mean it's only happened a few times) I will have a G-spot orgasm just from anal sex and I squirt everywhere. If THAT could happen every time I had a cock in my ass, I'd want it more often. Maybe the answer is just playing with toys after Husband cums in my ass. I am sure if he fucked me with a glass dildo and made me cum after he was done, I would definitely feel satisfied. Let's add that to the list of things to try.
In other news, I went to a kink meeting the other night. It was just a bunch of like-minded kinky people hanging out at a bar and enjoying some good conversation. I was somewhat uncomfortable because I went alone and only knew one person in the whole room. I didn't know him very well either. Okay, let's be honest, I was having a full blown panic attack. I try not to let social anxiety hold me back, but it's still a bitch to deal with. So, I introduced myself to people and then sat at a table by myself. Everyone seemed to be sitting in their own little groups having their own conversations and I didn't want to just butt my way in. Two men walked up to me and introduced themselves. One appeared to be about 22 years old and the other was about 40. I found out they were both dominant and apparently interested in me. They were flirting very heavily, but nothing that came out of their mouths interested me in the slightest bit. I was hoping that I'd meet some women there, but I've always been a guy magnet. The men are always interested but the women never are. Why is that? In the past, I've been told that I give off a straight vibe. I don't even know how that's possible when I'm constantly staring at boobs! If I weren't so damn shy with women, this would probably go a lot better.
Anyway, this meet and greet thing happens once a month, so I plan to go back. I'll give it a few more tries, just to be fair. I always say, I'll try anything twice. It wasn't horrible. The people were all very nice. I just tend to feel like the awkward anti-social loser in the corner. Yet, once I get to know people, I open up and talk a lot. You just have to pull that out of me. But trust me, if you stick around and wait for me to warm up, it's definitely worth it.
I do enjoy anal sex from time to time. Given the right circumstances, it can be a very pleasurable experience. I tried it for the first time with my boyfriend when I was 16. Needless to say, neither him nor I knew what we were doing. I couldn't figure out how to relax enough and it was horrible. I tend to feel a little scared about doing it because of those first experiences. Once I get over it and move on, things are usually alright. That is, if I am properly warmed up before someone tries to insert something into my ass.
That being said, every time I do have anal sex, I am left feeling not quite satisfied. It's like my vagina feels left out and jealous. It screams, "Hey, you're supposed to be fucking me!" I've tried having vaginal sex first and then anal afterward, and that helps a little, but not much. Double penetration is good, but not the same either. I'm not sure why, but DP rarely hits my G-spot the same way. Every once in a while (and by that, I mean it's only happened a few times) I will have a G-spot orgasm just from anal sex and I squirt everywhere. If THAT could happen every time I had a cock in my ass, I'd want it more often. Maybe the answer is just playing with toys after Husband cums in my ass. I am sure if he fucked me with a glass dildo and made me cum after he was done, I would definitely feel satisfied. Let's add that to the list of things to try.
In other news, I went to a kink meeting the other night. It was just a bunch of like-minded kinky people hanging out at a bar and enjoying some good conversation. I was somewhat uncomfortable because I went alone and only knew one person in the whole room. I didn't know him very well either. Okay, let's be honest, I was having a full blown panic attack. I try not to let social anxiety hold me back, but it's still a bitch to deal with. So, I introduced myself to people and then sat at a table by myself. Everyone seemed to be sitting in their own little groups having their own conversations and I didn't want to just butt my way in. Two men walked up to me and introduced themselves. One appeared to be about 22 years old and the other was about 40. I found out they were both dominant and apparently interested in me. They were flirting very heavily, but nothing that came out of their mouths interested me in the slightest bit. I was hoping that I'd meet some women there, but I've always been a guy magnet. The men are always interested but the women never are. Why is that? In the past, I've been told that I give off a straight vibe. I don't even know how that's possible when I'm constantly staring at boobs! If I weren't so damn shy with women, this would probably go a lot better.
Anyway, this meet and greet thing happens once a month, so I plan to go back. I'll give it a few more tries, just to be fair. I always say, I'll try anything twice. It wasn't horrible. The people were all very nice. I just tend to feel like the awkward anti-social loser in the corner. Yet, once I get to know people, I open up and talk a lot. You just have to pull that out of me. But trust me, if you stick around and wait for me to warm up, it's definitely worth it.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Surprise, no panties!
Saturday night was the monthly burlesque show that Husband and I attend. I was feeling extra randy that night, so I decided to wear something extra sexy. I went for a shirt that hangs off the shoulder, a short black skirt and crotchless fishnets. That's right, no panties. Needless to say, Husband was quite excited when he found out.
Throughout the night, Husband would occasionally put his hand up my skirt and touch my pussy. When I went to the bathroom, he texted me, "Loving the scent on my fingertips." I couldn't help but giggle when I read that. I was hoping that we could do more, but the location of our seats just wasn't good for that. So, we will definitely be revisiting that idea in the future.
When we got home, Husband promptly led me to the couch and bent me over. He gently ran his finger up and down the slit of my pussy lips a few times. He said, "Mmmm, you're so wet" as he slipped his finger into my pussy and fucked me with it. I started to moan, then I heard his pants unzip. He shoved his cock into my pussy and fucked me so very hard. I could hear how juicy my pussy was as he rammed his cock in and out of it. I tightened my muscles and he moaned, "God, you feel so good." I pushed back against him as he continued to fuck my hungry hole.
Suddenly, Husband pulled his cock out of my pussy and got down on his knees. He licked my clit and started to finger my pussy again. I rocked my hips in rhythm with his strokes. I felt his thumb touch my asshole and then he gently inserted it. Now, he was fucking two of my holes with the same hand. I wanted to cum so badly but he was having fun teasing me. He would bring me to the point right before orgasm and then stop. Over and over again. I was losing my mind. I began to whine and he said, "I love when your clit is this swollen." He continued to finger me, hitting my clit with his knuckles with every stroke. It didn't take long before I was cumming, so hard. My G-spot and clit released at the same time and I moaned loudly. It felt so good.
After I caught my breath, Husband led me to our bedroom. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I could tell he wanted me badly. He pushed me down onto the edge of the bed, lifted my legs and started to fuck me again. I put my feet on his chest and lifted my ass so that his cock would hit my G-spot. I started to rub my clit and rock my hips. I heard him start to moan and it pushed me over the edge. My pussy tightened as my G-spot and clit both exploded in pleasure. Husband came with me, shooting his hot load deep into my pussy. He stopped for a moment and then started fucking me again. He wanted me to cum once more. So, I rubbed my clit again. He lifted my legs higher and I could feel his cock so deep inside me. He fucked me harder and I could feel myself coming closer to the edge. He said, "Cum for me" and I did as I was told.
Complete satisfaction. That is what Husband always gives me. He is pretty amazing. I wish everyone had a sex partner like him. He loves to please me and I love to please him. I swear we were made for each other. Ah, happiness.
Throughout the night, Husband would occasionally put his hand up my skirt and touch my pussy. When I went to the bathroom, he texted me, "Loving the scent on my fingertips." I couldn't help but giggle when I read that. I was hoping that we could do more, but the location of our seats just wasn't good for that. So, we will definitely be revisiting that idea in the future.
When we got home, Husband promptly led me to the couch and bent me over. He gently ran his finger up and down the slit of my pussy lips a few times. He said, "Mmmm, you're so wet" as he slipped his finger into my pussy and fucked me with it. I started to moan, then I heard his pants unzip. He shoved his cock into my pussy and fucked me so very hard. I could hear how juicy my pussy was as he rammed his cock in and out of it. I tightened my muscles and he moaned, "God, you feel so good." I pushed back against him as he continued to fuck my hungry hole.
Suddenly, Husband pulled his cock out of my pussy and got down on his knees. He licked my clit and started to finger my pussy again. I rocked my hips in rhythm with his strokes. I felt his thumb touch my asshole and then he gently inserted it. Now, he was fucking two of my holes with the same hand. I wanted to cum so badly but he was having fun teasing me. He would bring me to the point right before orgasm and then stop. Over and over again. I was losing my mind. I began to whine and he said, "I love when your clit is this swollen." He continued to finger me, hitting my clit with his knuckles with every stroke. It didn't take long before I was cumming, so hard. My G-spot and clit released at the same time and I moaned loudly. It felt so good.
After I caught my breath, Husband led me to our bedroom. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I could tell he wanted me badly. He pushed me down onto the edge of the bed, lifted my legs and started to fuck me again. I put my feet on his chest and lifted my ass so that his cock would hit my G-spot. I started to rub my clit and rock my hips. I heard him start to moan and it pushed me over the edge. My pussy tightened as my G-spot and clit both exploded in pleasure. Husband came with me, shooting his hot load deep into my pussy. He stopped for a moment and then started fucking me again. He wanted me to cum once more. So, I rubbed my clit again. He lifted my legs higher and I could feel his cock so deep inside me. He fucked me harder and I could feel myself coming closer to the edge. He said, "Cum for me" and I did as I was told.
Complete satisfaction. That is what Husband always gives me. He is pretty amazing. I wish everyone had a sex partner like him. He loves to please me and I love to please him. I swear we were made for each other. Ah, happiness.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
It's nice to finally meet you...can we fuck now?
So, after seven years, I finally met Jacob in person on Friday. It was pretty surreal. The person that I have been sexting with and fantasizing about all these years, sitting next to me and talking face to face. The sexual tension was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife, but that was expected. We met at a coffee shop. He bought my drink, which was not expected, but very sweet. We picked a seat outside because the weather was so nice. Also, because it was more private since we knew that we would end up talking about sex. I mean, you all know me, right? I can't go five minutes without saying something sexual.
I couldn't stop looking at his hands. I know he noticed, because he purposely rested them on top of the table where I could see them. That excited me very much. He was teasing me and I loved every second of it. Eventually he said, "You can touch them if you want." How could I resist? I reached out and ran my hand over his a few times. I felt my face flush in excitement and I closed my eyes for a second. His hand felt soft, yet a little rough. Definitely man hands, but oh so sexy. I wanted to touch it so much more, but I didn't want to be weird, so I pulled away. I regretted it immediately, but I resisted reaching out again.
We talked for an hour and a half. Mostly about sex, but about other things as well. He was quite concerned about how Husband felt about the whole thing, which was very respectful and sweet of him. That's one of my favorite things about Jacob. He has no interest in disrespecting Husband or doing things behind his back. He is a genuinely good guy, and that is sexy. He said he didn't want to keep me out too late, so we got up to go. He walked me to my car, we said our goodbyes, then we kissed. It was a small kiss, but nice. He said, "Your lips are so soft." He took the words right out of my mouth, because that's exactly what I was thinking about him. I love his lips. The shape of them...it's just hot. I had been fantasizing about kissing him for so long. I couldn't believe I didn't kiss him harder or longer. We said goodbye again, I unlocked my car door, and then he moved in for another kiss. This time there was a bit more tongue, but nothing overwhelming. It was pretty amazing. I felt my clit start to tingle and I pulled away again. Why? I don't know what I was thinking. My body told me to linger there and enjoy it, but I didn't listen to it. I need to work on that next time.
I came home and told Husband all about the night. He was happy that it went so well and he wants to meet Jacob as well. We had awesome sex that night. I was so turned on that I came almost instantly when Husband began to fuck me. I am starting to really get excited about the possibility of this going where I want it to. Excitement!
I couldn't stop looking at his hands. I know he noticed, because he purposely rested them on top of the table where I could see them. That excited me very much. He was teasing me and I loved every second of it. Eventually he said, "You can touch them if you want." How could I resist? I reached out and ran my hand over his a few times. I felt my face flush in excitement and I closed my eyes for a second. His hand felt soft, yet a little rough. Definitely man hands, but oh so sexy. I wanted to touch it so much more, but I didn't want to be weird, so I pulled away. I regretted it immediately, but I resisted reaching out again.
We talked for an hour and a half. Mostly about sex, but about other things as well. He was quite concerned about how Husband felt about the whole thing, which was very respectful and sweet of him. That's one of my favorite things about Jacob. He has no interest in disrespecting Husband or doing things behind his back. He is a genuinely good guy, and that is sexy. He said he didn't want to keep me out too late, so we got up to go. He walked me to my car, we said our goodbyes, then we kissed. It was a small kiss, but nice. He said, "Your lips are so soft." He took the words right out of my mouth, because that's exactly what I was thinking about him. I love his lips. The shape of them...it's just hot. I had been fantasizing about kissing him for so long. I couldn't believe I didn't kiss him harder or longer. We said goodbye again, I unlocked my car door, and then he moved in for another kiss. This time there was a bit more tongue, but nothing overwhelming. It was pretty amazing. I felt my clit start to tingle and I pulled away again. Why? I don't know what I was thinking. My body told me to linger there and enjoy it, but I didn't listen to it. I need to work on that next time.
I came home and told Husband all about the night. He was happy that it went so well and he wants to meet Jacob as well. We had awesome sex that night. I was so turned on that I came almost instantly when Husband began to fuck me. I am starting to really get excited about the possibility of this going where I want it to. Excitement!
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The gift that keeps on giving
Wow, it's been a long time since I've written in here. Things changed and Husband and I went through a rough patch in our sex life. Husband and Trystan broke up and I didn't take it well. But I'm not going to go into all of that. The important part is that we are finally getting back to normal. So, hopefully this means that I will be posting here more often. I know you all have been going through withdrawals. ;)
My Valentine's Day was pretty wonderful. Husband tends to be the romantic one in our relationship. I kind of fail when it comes to romance. My idea for a present was this:
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That right there, is my new strap-on cock. It's pretty amazing if I do say so myself. I've been searching for a long time to find the right one, and this one called out to me as soon as I saw it. It sounds dumb, but as soon as I held it in my hand, I felt a bond forming. I've always felt like I should have been born a man. I fantasize about having a penis quite often. This is the closest that I will ever get to having one and I couldn't wait to surprise Husband with it.
That night, while Husband was in the shower, I strapped on my cock and laid in bed waiting for him. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw my hard cock pointing toward the ceiling, waiting for him. He smiled bashfully and asked, "What am I supposed to do with that?" I said, "Well, what would you like to do with it?" He climbed on the bed, crawled toward me and then started to lick my cock. I had fantasized about that for so long, I couldn't believe it was finally happening. My eyes rolled back in my head as he started to suck it. I could almost feel what he was doing. My clit started to throb as I watched him bob up and down. I was so close to orgasm and I didn't even have any clitoral stimulation. Husband started to touch my clit gently with his fingers and I moaned in pleasure. He quickened his speed and I started to cum. I knew that I'd be into having someone do that, but I never thought that it would actually bring me to orgasm. It was so surreal and I loved it.
Husband climbed on top of me, lubed up my cock and sat on it. He moaned loudly as my cock entered his ass. He bounced up and down on my cock as I held on tight to his hips. I was loving it just as much as he was. After a while, he leaned in to kiss me and I continued to fuck him while we made out. Soon, I was cumming again.
I wanted Husband inside me so badly at this point. I took the strap-on off and told him to fuck me, so he did. He fucked me so hard that I started to gush all over him and myself. By the time we were done, we were both covered in cum. It was pretty fantastic. The next day, Husband said, "I had an amazing night. Thank you for all my Valentine's gifts. Especially the one that can keep on giving." So, I guess romance isn't always the best way to win someone's heart.
My Valentine's Day was pretty wonderful. Husband tends to be the romantic one in our relationship. I kind of fail when it comes to romance. My idea for a present was this:
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That right there, is my new strap-on cock. It's pretty amazing if I do say so myself. I've been searching for a long time to find the right one, and this one called out to me as soon as I saw it. It sounds dumb, but as soon as I held it in my hand, I felt a bond forming. I've always felt like I should have been born a man. I fantasize about having a penis quite often. This is the closest that I will ever get to having one and I couldn't wait to surprise Husband with it.
That night, while Husband was in the shower, I strapped on my cock and laid in bed waiting for him. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw my hard cock pointing toward the ceiling, waiting for him. He smiled bashfully and asked, "What am I supposed to do with that?" I said, "Well, what would you like to do with it?" He climbed on the bed, crawled toward me and then started to lick my cock. I had fantasized about that for so long, I couldn't believe it was finally happening. My eyes rolled back in my head as he started to suck it. I could almost feel what he was doing. My clit started to throb as I watched him bob up and down. I was so close to orgasm and I didn't even have any clitoral stimulation. Husband started to touch my clit gently with his fingers and I moaned in pleasure. He quickened his speed and I started to cum. I knew that I'd be into having someone do that, but I never thought that it would actually bring me to orgasm. It was so surreal and I loved it.
Husband climbed on top of me, lubed up my cock and sat on it. He moaned loudly as my cock entered his ass. He bounced up and down on my cock as I held on tight to his hips. I was loving it just as much as he was. After a while, he leaned in to kiss me and I continued to fuck him while we made out. Soon, I was cumming again.
I wanted Husband inside me so badly at this point. I took the strap-on off and told him to fuck me, so he did. He fucked me so hard that I started to gush all over him and myself. By the time we were done, we were both covered in cum. It was pretty fantastic. The next day, Husband said, "I had an amazing night. Thank you for all my Valentine's gifts. Especially the one that can keep on giving." So, I guess romance isn't always the best way to win someone's heart.
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