TMI Tuesday: April 4, 2023

Happy Titty Tuesday!

It's time for TMI Tuesday.

1. List ONE word to describe your last sexual encounter.

Wet

2. Can you recall your worst sexual experience? Why was it so awful? Did you do anything at the time to try to make it better?

Not including any times that I was sexually assaulted, I would have to say the time I had sex with G and he said that I could use a vibrator he had in his nightstand to "finish myself off" after he came. It was awful because I don't like to have sex with people who don't care about my pleasure. I didn't do anything at the time but I never had sex with him again after that.

3. Do you fuck outside the box? We all have a laundry list of things–features, demographic characteristics, etc. that we like/prefer in a sexual partner. Do you ever deviate from that list? Give an example.

I have a type for sure but I go against that often. Personality wins me over more than looks most of the time. A recent example of that is Graham. He has a very large beard and I am very much not attracted to beards. He won me over anyway. 

4. Do you blend BDSM into your relationship? If yes, just in the bedroom or in other areas of your life? Explain.

I'm not sure how to answer that. I am very kinky and I've played outside of the bedroom at play parties. I don't participate in kinky activities around muggles in public though. So, I guess it could be considered mostly just a bedroom thing. I definitely have to be in the headspace for it.

5. Does the thought of your partner/significant other having sex with another person turn you on? Would you want to watch the act? Would you like to join in?

Yes, I very much enjoy watching Husband fuck other people. If I could join in, that would be even better.

Bonus: You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear?

I want to taste you.

Kink of the Week: Summer

"I remember every moment of those endless summer nights.
I still recall the walks along the beaches
And the way your hair would glisten in the sun
Rising in the afternoon
Making love to you under the moon." - Richard Marx

My favorite season is summer. I am pretty sure that I love it more than the average person. Hot sun, swimming, barbecues, and long days. Those are just a few of the things I love about summer. I may love summer but do I consider summer a kink for me? I'm not sure. Maybe?

I love spending time outdoors in the summer. Going to outdoor nudist events is always fun and my most favorite summer activity is swimming. Naked pool parties are the best! While a lot of people would rather sit inside in the air-conditioned house, I prefer to be outside. So, what do I love so much about being outdoors in the summer? The hot sun makes me feel very warm inside, which in turn makes me feel horny. I love feeling the sun on my skin. The warm weather is like a big hug wrapped around my whole body. It turns me on so much and I just can't get enough.

Summertime definitely puts me in a good mood. I have seasonal affective disorder, which means that I'm very depressed in the winter but very happy in the summer. It could be that I feel extra sexy and turned on in the summer because my mood is better. Or could it be something more?

The hot days of summer mean dressing in less clothing. People show a lot more skin in the summertime, which makes my mind go to dirty places a lot more often. There are many women walking around in summer dresses, which is fantastic. That gets my heart racing for sure. I love wearing summer dresses as much as I love admiring other women in summer dresses. Short shorts, crop tops, bikinis, and sandals. All of these are wonderful things we get to enjoy when the weather is hot.

Not only do I love the hot summer days, but I also love the warm summer nights. I absolutely love to sleep with the windows open on warm summer nights. Lying in bed and feeling the breeze blow across my body feels so erotic. I remember being turned on by this even when I was very young. I would sleep in the nude, toss my blanket off, lie there next to the open window and just get lost in that feeling. This also comes into play when Husband and I have sex outside on our balcony. Feeling the breeze on my skin while he is fucking me is almost too much to take. Fuck, it's just amazing.

I've known people who just can't tolerate having sex when it's too warm. I love it, though. In the winter, the house is always cold and I don't want to come out from under the covers to have sex. This always creates an awkward situation where I try to have sex while still wrapped up in a blanket burrito. In the summer, the house is warm, so I can toss the blanket off of me with no problem. We are also nudists, so walking around the house in the nude is a lot easier when it's warm. We tend to wear a lot more clothing in the fall and winter out of necessity.

Now that I've talked about the things that I enjoy doing, maybe I should list a few things that I fantasize about doing in the summertime. I want to have sex on the beach. Sure, it sounds cliché, but I have such a connection with the ocean that I just think it would be really amazing to have sex next to it. I would love to have a romantic picnic that includes some hot outdoor sex. One of my biggest fantasies, though, is having sex while stargazing on a warm summer night. Maybe this outs me as a country girl at heart but I would love to lie in the bed of a pickup truck, listening to music, looking up at the stars, cuddling with my partner, and then having it turn into some hot fucking. Yes, please. I have been fantasizing about that since I was a teenager. Maybe I need to start dating someone who owns a truck!

So, maybe summer isn't exactly a kink for me but I do very much enjoy it. I wish I could live in a place where it's summer all year round. I wouldn't even miss the changing of the seasons. Give me all the sundresses and swimming pools. I'll be quite content.



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Kink of the Week: Knife Play

Knife play. It sounds scary but what exactly is it?

Knife play is a kink in which knives are used as edgeplay tools. Edgeplay is when a Top takes the Bottom to the very edge of their psychological limits. So, essentially, knife play is used by the Top to push the Bottom to the edge of what they can handle by either cutting, scratching, or instilling fear.

When I first found out what knife play was, I was absolutely against it but not because I was feeling judgy and thought it was wrong. I had a serious self-harm problem from the time that I was seven years old until my mid-twenties. I have it under control now, but the thought of possibly going back down that road was very scary to me. After watching knife play scenes at play parties and reading stories written about experiences that others have had, I've realized that I'm very turned on by the thought of having it done to me and I don't think that it would trigger me in that way.

I've always been intrigued by the dark things in life. The more twisted and creepy something is, the more I'm into it. I'm a goth girl who decorates her house with bats, spiders, and other creepy things year-round. I read books about serial killers and watch murder documentaries. I very much enjoy watching rape and torture scenes in movies. So, I'm not surprised at all about the fact that knife play turns me on so much.
(Note: I am very much against murder, sexual assault, and torture in real life. It's all just fantasies in my head and I promise that I'm not a horrible person.)

I'm going to break down a few elements that I like about knife play.

One thing that really turns me on about knife play is the sensation that it would create. I am a huge sensation whore. I love being touched and I want to feel all the things on my body. Sensation play is the only thing that has ever gotten me to subspace and I love it so much. It is my most favorite scene to have. I want to feel the end of the knife poke me. I want to feel the cold metal against my skin. I want to feel it scratching me. I might even like feeling it cut me. Thinking about it is giving me goosebumps.

The marks left behind are another thing that excites me about knife play. Scratches, welts, and cuts are all possibilities of marks left behind after a knifeplay scene. Imagining myself running my hand over the welts left on my body from a knife leaves me breathless. The knife could be used to draw a picture, like a heart or a star. It could even be used to write words or draw lines in a pattern. I would love any and all of those things. Marks left on my body are always very exciting for me.

Though I've had a fascination with vampires since my teenage years, I'm not a fan of drinking blood. I don't enjoy that copper taste at all. I am very excited by the thought of being covered in blood though. So, the potential for blood play is another thing that excites me about knife play. Being covered in blood, rubbing it all over my body, having dirty words written on my body with it, watching it flow down the drain as I wash it off. Fuck, that turns me on so much. I've also been thinking about buying a vampire paddle for this purpose. A vampire paddle is a stiff leather or wooden paddle that has sharp metal pins that stick out 2-3 millimeters, just long enough to prick your skin and make you bleed. The idea is that as you are being spanked, the pins are also poking through your skin to give extra sensation. I have never used one but I love the idea of having it used on me!

The idea of the knife being used to cut clothing off of my body sends shivers down my spine. That is so fucking hot. I'm imagining Husband being so turned on by me that he just can't take it anymore. He needs to be inside me right now. So, he cuts my panties off with a knife and then shoves his cock into my pussy. Oh, fuck! Yes! Or, maybe he would use it to cut off my clothing in a consensual non-consent scene.

Consensual non-consent is a huge turn-on for me. I've fantasized a lot about using knife play in those scenes. I know that extreme care would have to be taken in order to be completely safe but I know it would really get me off. The idea of someone threatening to do awful things to me if I don't do as they say feels equally terrifying, intense, and exciting. I can feel myself getting wet at this thought.

The mind fuck of knife play is very intriguing to me. How do I know if a knife is sharp or dull? How can I be sure if the sharp or dull side is scraping across my skin if I can't see it? What if I flinch and he cuts off my nipple? What if he accidentally hurts me? The element of fear is very real when doing a knife play scene. I know that I'm safe and that he wouldn't hurt me but the knowledge that he could hurt me if he wanted to is enough to make me feel terrified. I imagine that it's a constant fight to reassure your brain that you will be okay. It very well could be too much for me when all is said and done but I'll never know unless I try it.


I have always loved knives. They are scary and sexy all at the same time. We even own a large collection of knives (way more than is pictured above), however, we have never used them in a scene. I've mentioned quite a few times that I want to try knife play but Husband and I have yet to do it. We have gone to a class to learn more about how to do it but I don't think Husband is feeling confident enough to try it yet. Honestly, I'm not sure what is holding him back. Probably the fear of hurting me. I've just given him space to figure it out and tried not to push for it. Now that I've written all of this, I think I should make a point to bring it up again. Hopefully, we can try it soon and I can write an update about how I feel about it.

Kink of the Week: Love Bites

Edit: Husband gave me this hickey a week after writing this.

Love bites, or hickeys, are little bruises that happen when the capillaries beneath the skin rupture when someone sucks or bites the skin. The first time I was ever exposed to hickeys was when I was in fifth grade. One of the fifth-grade teachers came to school wearing a scarf. It was odd because we had never seen her wear one before. My friend, who was in this teacher's class, came running up to me at lunch. She told me that the teacher's scarf had fallen down and the class had seen a bunch of hickeys on her neck. We, of course, thought this was hilarious. Until we really started to think about it. Wait, teachers have sex?!

Just two years later, I would be the proud owner of my own hickey. I was 13 at the time and enjoying a big party thrown by a friend of mine. We were finally done with seventh grade and it was summertime, so we were celebrating. After it got dark, we started playing truth or dare in the back yard. Someone had dared R to give me a hickey on my neck. It was awkward because everyone was watching but I really enjoyed it at the same time. That night, R became my boyfriend and all I wanted to do that summer was make-out with him and feel his lips on my neck.

Throughout my teenage years, I had countless hickeys. I never hid them because I loved showing them off. I couldn't figure out why exactly, but I loved having marks left on my body. I'm sure this was hinting at the kink that was hidden inside me but I didn't realize it at the time.

Now, as an adult, I still enjoy hickeys. They are a guilty pleasure of mine. I rarely get them anymore because my partners just aren't into it like I am. Not only do I love to have my neck and shoulder sucked and bitten (not too hard though), I adore the marks that are left behind. I enjoy hickeys on other parts of my body as well but not as much as a place that can be seen or shown off. I also love the feeling of a hickey. That light soreness that sticks with you for a few days. Yes, that is so nice. It brings up the pleasant memory of receiving said hickey and then I get aroused.

I feel like hickeys are frowned upon more when they are on an adult than when they are on a teenager. I mean, teenagers are expected to have hickeys, right? They are carefree, exploring each other's bodies, doing whatever feels good. We are supposed to outgrow that and be more mature as adults. Well, I say, "Screw that!" In my twenties, I had hickeys pretty often and people would feel the need to comment on it or roll their eyes at me. I never let it bother me. I may not be a teenager anymore but I still enjoy having hickeys and I'm not embarrassed to admit it. I also like dry humping and being fingered. Deal with it.

I used to really enjoy leaving hickeys on my lovers' necks, usually from biting. I'm not super into biting anymore, but I do get the urge to do it occasionally. I mostly enjoy biting my lover's lip when we are making out, especially if it gets pretty heated and intense. Mmmm, that really turns me on.

For the past couple of weeks, while thinking about what I was going to write for this, I've been trying to get up the nerve to ask Husband to give me a hickey. Thinking about that gets me so wet. The thought of him licking, sucking, biting my neck as he fucks me. Unf, I need that so much. Thinking about looking in the mirror and seeing that little mark on my neck gets me so excited. Imagining the looks I get from people as I go out in public with that mark showing for all to see makes me smile. I definitely miss being young and carefree.

The point I would love to make here is that I think hickeys are underrated. They aren't trashy or disgusting. They are like little badges of honor. They are love bites. That is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Sinful Sunday: Red

Husband and I went to a kinky play party on Friday night. Even though I was really hoping for some needle play and didn't get it, we still had a really great time. We were able to hang out in the hot tub with friends while naked, which was fantastic. It always feels amazing to be naked in water. I love to watch my boobs float. Husband also put me on a spanking bench and beat my ass. This is what it looked like when he was done. The bruises never show up very well until the next day. It was very numb and sore at the same time.





Give the lips a kiss and see who else is sinning.

Sinful Sunday: Bruised

I went out with G on Friday night. I decided to go to his house afterwards and we had a scene. He beat my ass and left some pretty marks.




Kiss the lips and see who else is sinning.

Kink of the Week: Edging

Edging is the practice of stimulating yourself or someone else up to the point of orgasm, then stimulation is reduced before climax actually happens. The person being stimulated is then able to calm down just a bit before doing it all over again. These steps are continued and the person is kept at a high level of arousal for a long period of time, until they are finally allowed to reach orgasm. Why do people do this? Well, many people claim that their orgasms are much more powerful when they finally climax. Some people do it because of a power dynamic in their relationship. I'm sure there are lots of reasons that people enjoy edging.

I remember the first time I tried edging. I read about it somewhere and thought, "That sounds interesting. I should try it." So, I did. I masturbated right up to the point of cumming, then stopped for about 30 seconds. Then, I repeated those steps for about an hour. When I finally let myself climax, the orgasm was short and not very powerful. I was confused and thought that I must have done something wrong. So, I tried again a few months later. The same thing happened. I'm not sure why my body responds this way but I was most definitely disappointed. I decided that I didn't like edging, so I never did it again during masturbation.

I have known people who edge while masturbating and they do it for hours. I have no idea how they manage this. Their willpower and stamina must be amazing. I guess I just don't see the point because I'd rather cum as many times as possible in that period of time instead of teasing myself and only getting one orgasm in the end. Then again, if my body responded in the way that others' do, I may feel differently.

Although I don't edge while masturbating, Husband likes to tease me a lot. When he is taking on a dominant role, he will often use the power dynamic to tease me with edging. Sometimes he uses his fingers and other times he uses a toy. He will stimulate my clit until he feels my body tighten up while getting ready to climax. Then, he will stop stimulation. I get frustrated and usually sigh at him. He doesn't pay any mind to me and continues to do it over and over again. It's fun for him. I try to be a good sport about it but it really isn't my thing. When he does this, it feels like my body loses interest. My brain is still in the game but I imagine my clit crossing her arms and sighing, "Boooooring!" When Husband finally allows me to climax, it feels like my orgasm is barely there because my clit is no longer interested. That's the best way I can think of to describe how it feels. Sometimes when Husband is teasing me this way, I try to hide the fact that I'm getting ready to cum so that he won't stop. Then, I pretend it was an accident. Shhhh...don't tell him. He'll probably spank me for that.

I've never done edging to anyone else. I guess I just never thought about doing it because I don't enjoy it being done to me. Of course, I would do it if I found out that my partner wanted it. It could be fun to tease someone in that way. I enjoy giving pleasure way more than I enjoy teasing though. So, that may be an issue for me. I imagine that I'd get so excited that I'd just keep going instead of stopping when I was supposed to. Honestly, I'd probably be really bad at this.

What I've learned from this is that everyone is different and they all enjoy different things. No two bodies should be expected to react the same way to something and it's okay if they don't. If edging is your thing, I'd love to hear how it makes you feel and what you enjoy about it. If edging doesn't work for you, I'd love to hear from you as well because then I wouldn't feel alone in this.

Blushing Bottom

About 20 minutes ago, there was a knock at my door. Husband answered it and said, "It's Amazon!" Jacob bought the wooden paddle that was on my wish list. Husband couldn't wait to open the package and try it out. Unfortunately, he only had a few minutes before he had to leave for work. Being that I'm a much bigger fan of thuddy impact play, I hadn't been paddled since I was a child. I told him that I was nervous and to be gentle with me. He paddled my ass for five minutes, thankfully taking it easy on me.



I have to admit, even though I was skeptical, I really did love it. I'm looking forward to playing more with this paddle. I'm a lot less nervous now that I know what to expect. I can't wait to see how this paddle marks my ass when Husband isn't taking it easy on me. Mmmm. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.



Big thanks to Jacob for getting me this wonderful gift. 💜


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Love of Pain

It's been a crazy busy day and I don't have the energy to plan a picture for today. So, you are getting an old one. This was taken on my birthday a few years ago. A friend put 22 needles in my chest in the shape of a heart as a birthday gift. I'm not sure why I never posted it, but here it is.



You can see the mark left by this in the first picture on my Throwback Tits post. Husband enjoyed pushing that "button" for a whole week after that. Mmmm. That was pretty amazing.


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TMI Tuesday: February 13, 2018

Sexy TMI Tuesday is up. ♥




Ash:
1. Tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship.
I've been in this situation before. I was in a relationship with a very emotionally abusive man from the ages of 18-20. I stayed for two reasons. The first one being that I didn't want to break his heart. I felt guilty for wanting to leave him even though I know now that I shouldn't have cared. He really fucked with my head though, so I was not in a good place mental health wise. The second reason was that I didn't want to give up guaranteed cock. I knew I could get fucked whenever I wanted and I didn't want to give that up. I finally broke up with him when I found someone else to replace him. I'm older and wiser now.

2. Do you wish your private life was kinkier?
I think my private life is fairly kinky. I do wish that we had more time and opportunities to scene together but I'm pretty happy overall. I will always welcome more rope, impact, and sensation play in my life. Sometimes there just isn't enough time and I'd much rather get fucked.

3. Tell us about your weirdest sexual experience.
When I was a teenager, I had a FWB that I would hang out with all the time. Let's call him Dante. He ended up getting a girlfriend, so we stopped messing around. One day, he asked me if I would go shopping with him to find a birthday present for his girlfriend. I agreed, so he picked me up and we went shopping. After we found a gift for her, we decided to go get some lunch. This is where it gets a little weird. For some reason, every time he drinks Dr. Pepper, he gets a raging boner. Of course he ordered Dr. Pepper to go with his lunch that day. As we were leaving the restaurant, he had a noticable bulge in his pants. I couldn't help but notice it and it turned me on so much. When we got back to the car, he started talking about how much he missed my mouth on his cock. That turned me on even more. We started to drive to his girlfriend's house and I kept telling myself to be good. It didn't work. When we stopped at a stoplight, he reached down, opened his jeans, and out popped his rock hard cock. I lost it at that point. I immediately started giving him road head. It was like my mouth was magnetized to his cock. I couldn't help myself. He said that we were going to make a quick stop somewhere and drove to an abandoned house. This abandoned house happened to be halfway burned down and condemned. He said he always wanted to fuck in there. So, he put his cock away and we walked to the back door of the house. It was unlocked...or broken. So, we just walked in. There were huge holes in the floor and you could see down to the basement. I was terrified that the whole place was going to collapse on us. I pushed down the fear and went with it anyway. We went into a room that was mostly intact and took our pants off. He bent me over, I grabbed a support beam, and he started to fuck me. He fucked me for quite a while and then I said I couldn't cum in that position. So, he laid me down on the floor and fucked me some more. I rubbed my clit until I came around his cock. Then, he pulled out and finished in my mouth. After we were done, we went outside and smoked a cigarette. At that moment, the reality of what we just did hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt so bad that my stomach felt sick. I yelled at him for setting me up. I knew he had planned the whole thing and he knew that I wouldn't have the willpower to say no. But it wasn't all his fault. We got back in the car and drove to his girlfriend's house where we gave her the gift and hung out at her house for a while. Talk about awkward. That was awkward as fuck. I felt so guilty and I hated myself in that moment. I learned my lesson that day. Never again. I'm so very against cheating.

4. Can you have a totally hands-free orgasm?
I have done this twice. I just imagined things being done to me and I got myself to orgasm without touching my clit at all. I haven't done it since I was 19. I'm curious if I can still do it.

5. What tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)?
I usually use my mouth. Kissing, sucking, biting, exploring with my tongue.

Bonus: Is it okay to not celebrate Valentine’s Day even though you have a partner? Why or why not???
You should never feel obligated to celebrate Valentine's Day. If you do, then what's the point? Then it is no longer expressing your love. It's just doing it because you have to. I like expressing my love to my partners. It makes me feel good to make them happy.



Husband:
1. Tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship.
When I was with my ex-wife the two reasons I stayed were that I committed myself to that relationship with marriage vows and that I was scared of being ostracized. My word is something important to me, I honor my promises and do my utmost to keep them, so it was extremely difficult to have to shut that down to leave. Being ostracized ended up happening to me anyway because my ex-wife was very good at being duplicitous and had everyone thinking she was the greatest thing ever, when in reality she was horrible to everyone behind their backs. It took almost an entire year to finally get my family to see how it was for me when I was with her.

2. Do you wish your private life was kinkier?
I do wish it could be kinkier, and I believe that when we get a chance to own a house to have a play space it will be. Right now a lot of play has to be done when we are childless for an evening or we have a play party we have been invited to. For me still, play parties are sometimes overwhelming and I don't get a chance to uncoil myself completely.

3. Tell us about your weirdest sexual experience.
When I first started looking for men to date I found a guy who lived within a few miles of us and he worked at the local supermarket. One time I went to his house and we had a make out session, but he was so forceful about it that his stubble totally gave my chin road rash.

4. Can you have a totally hands-free orgasm?
Yes, but conditionally; hands free sex. Hands up in the air not touching myself or anyone. 😁😂🤣

5. What tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)?
I don't have any tips for this honestly, but I'm certainly open for any tips or hints that show up.

Bonus: Is it okay to not celebrate Valentine’s Day even though you have a partner? Why or why not???
I am not always the best at celebrating holidays but I try to make it something special. Cards, romantic things on that day, but when it comes to planning things out I tend to fail miserably. I think an effort should be made, but I also don't save that day to be romantic or sweet and spread that out throughout the year.

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So many new experiences

Wow, it's been a while. A lot has happened since the last time I wrote in here. I've been going to kink parties pretty regularly. I've made some really good friends from the group. I can't begin to tell you how nice it is to be able to just be myself around them. They make me feel at ease, which is really great.

Since I am so at ease at these parties, I have been experiencing a lot of new things. I wrote a while back that I had experienced cold branding for the first time. Well, I did it again soon after. I got the most amazing cold brand ever. I am actually very sad that it is no longer there.

I got this one on my back as well.

I also experienced fire play at this party. Oh my, there are truly no words to accurately describe it. It started with me lying on my back on top of a massage table. Master T put flash cotton on my breasts, stomach and pubic area, then he lit it on fire. It felt so great. I wanted more. He got out two fire batons, lit them, and hit my body with them over and over again. I closed my eyes and got lost in the incredible feeling. I especially loved it when he hit my breasts. After that, Master T asked me if I wanted more. Of course I did! So, he got the fire glove, lit it, and then rubbed it all over my body. I moaned out in pleasure as I felt the heat all over my body. I couldn't form complete thoughts. I just melted there. When he was finished with that, he asked if I wanted to do fire flogging. I was very nervous, but I wanted it so badly. So, I put the fire-proof hood on, stood at the end of the massage table, spread my legs and bent over, laying the top half of my body flat against the table. When I heard him light the flogger, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt the flogger land on my back. Over and over again. It was so hot but felt so good. I couldn't help but moan as my whole body filled with pleasure. He would hit my back with it and then he would hit my pussy with it a few times before having to light it again. I'm not sure how long he kept going. Time stood still as I laid there. Honestly, it was one of the most incredible experiences I've ever had. I have been dying to do it again but I haven't had the chance. I am just hoping another chance comes soon.

Another thing that I did recently is needle play. I had been wanting to try it for quite some time. I used to do needle play on myself when I was a teenager, but it wasn't sterile or safe at all. I also have had a few body piercings. So, I knew I would enjoy it. I was still quite nervous though. I sat in a chair and Husband sat next to me. He held my hand through the whole thing, which was incredibly intimate. I got 13 25g needles poked into my right breast. Like I said, I knew I would enjoy it, but I never could have guessed just how much. I moaned every time it went through my skin. When the needle went in, I felt a rush of warmness all over and then on the way out, my body broke out in goosebumps. That happened with every needle. It was pretty damn amazing. The needles were tiny because it was my first time. Next time, I am going to try the 23g and maybe the 20g. I want to work up to doing a corset piecing on my back. Here is a picture:

I am so thankful to all of my new friends. Without them, I'm not sure if I would have experienced any of these new things that I so dearly love. So, to them, thank you for accepting me.

Fisting is a hard limit for me...or not

Last night, I had quite an experience. It started with Husband spanking me with the new paddle that he bought recently. I laid on the bed with my ass up in the air. He spanked me for a few minutes, just to try it out. It was late, so we decided to leave the heavy foreplay for another night. Or at least I thought so.

Husband began to rub my clit with his fingers. I relaxed down into the bed, but still kept my ass up in the air. I felt him sticking his fingers inside me. Usually I just like one finger, but he has been experimenting with more lately. I just went with it. He kept taking his fingers out, sucking the pussy juices off of them and then putting them back in. It was hard to tell exactly what he was doing. My face was down on the mattress and he was behind me, so I couldn't see. My pussy kept feeling fuller and fuller as time went on. It no longer felt like fingers were inside me. I wondered, "Is this a new toy he hasn't told me about?" I pushed the thought away and again, just went with it. As the feeling of fullness increased, so did the pain. It hurt a lot, but it felt good at the same time. I was confused because I wasn't sure what was happening. I felt the object plunge deeper and deeper into my pussy. It made me moan out in pleasure. I could hear Husband breathing hard. Whatever he was doing, it sure was exciting him. That excited me more. Finally, he asked, "Do you like feeling my fist inside you?" What?? I couldn't even be bothered with that thought. He was still rubbing my clit and I was so close to orgasm. He called me a slut and a whore. That was the first time he's ever used those words and I loved it. I let myself go and began to cum all over his hand.

Afterwards, he slowly removed his hand from my pussy and then shoved his cock inside. He fucked me for a few minutes and then demanded that I climb on top of him. I did as I was told, even though I was quite sore. I slid his cock into my pussy as he moaned in pleasure. He held me close to him and started to fuck me. He fucked me hard and it was only a matter of seconds before I gushed all over him. My G-spot was very sensitive and it didn't take much to push me over the edge. He told me to kiss him as he let me catch my breath for a minute. Then, he started to fuck me again. Much to my surprise, I soon started to cum, gushing even more. I thought for sure that was all I had in me. Husband demanded that I cum one more time. So, he started to fuck me again. This time, as I was cumming and gushing all over him, he shot his load deep inside my pussy.

We caught our breath and then headed to the bathroom to clean up. In shock, I asked, "How far did you have your hand in there?" He said, "Up to my wrist." Holy shit. I was blown away. I had always said that was a hard limit. He knew this. Yet, I enjoyed it. I had an orgasm. What does that even mean? Do I wish he had asked me before trying it? Yes, a part of me does. At the same time, I realize that if he had asked for permission, I would have shot him down immediately out of fear. It would have never been something that I'd experience if it were left up to me. So, maybe it's a good thing? I don't know. I'm still processing it all. I was just hoping that writing about it in here would help with that.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.