Threesomes and pegging

I've been absent for quite some time here. I kept meaning to come back, but I wasn't inspired to really put my mind to it until recently. A lot has happened in the last two years.

I had a girlfriend for a while. Let's call her Sasha. Before Sasha, I had been with other women but I had never eaten a pussy. I was very enthusiastic about trying it on her though. It was just about as amazing as I thought it would be. I also got a bonus because she is a squirter. So, every time I ate her pussy, she also squirted in my mouth. I've always been on the other side of that equation, so it was nice switching places. Unfortunately, Sasha is no longer my girlfriend. Hopefully I'll find another pussy to eat soon because I'm missing it so much.

Husband and I had a threesome with Sasha last month. It was fucking hot. It was the first time I got to watch Husband fuck another woman. We sucked his cock together, which is a pretty big fantasy of mine. I also ate her pussy while he watched, which he loved. I played with her tits, sucking and pinching her nipples, as he fucked her and watched her cum again and again. She squirted all over his cock and I loved every minute of it. I wish I had written about it when it happened so I could remember more of the details. We've also been having a lot of threesomes with Jacob but I haven't been writing about that either. Ugh. Remind me to not get distracted again.


Something I do remember the details of is the sex we had on Sunday night. Husband and I had been sexting each other all day, so by the time the night arrived, we were quite excited. I had decided that I wanted to fuck him in the ass, so I grabbed my strap-on. I put it on, got on the bed, and waited for him to join me. After he climbed on the bed, he started to suck on my nipples. He was rubbing them on the roof of his mouth with his tongue and it was driving me wild! He slipped his hand in between my legs and started to rub my clit. I was so wet that his fingers were gliding over my clit so smoothly. It felt amazing. He then started to suck the cock that I had strapped on. Oh god! I almost lost it! That is a huge fantasy of mine. I often imagine that I have a cock when I masturbate and it turns me on a lot. Watching him suck my cock while rubbing my clit was so hot. He inserted a couple fingers into my pussy and I moaned out. He continued to finger me for a while and then he started to put more fingers inside me. Next thing I knew, he was fisting me and I was gushing all over. Fuck, I squirted so much that the mattress pad was SOAKED.

After I was done cumming, I told Husband to kneel next to me. I licked the shaft of his cock all the way up to the head. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it. As I made it wetter, I took it deeper into my mouth. When it was deep in my throat, I bobbed up and down, fucking my throat. He moaned out in pleasure as my eyes started to water. I reached around and started to finger his ass and continued to suck his cock while massaging his penis with my tongue. I could taste his precum and it excited me.

I asked Husband to lie down and spread his legs. I grabbed an anal toy, lubed it up, and stuck it inside his ass. I fucked him with it slowly as he moaned out in pleasure. After a while, I asked if he was ready for my cock. He smiled and enthusiastically said, "Yes!" So, I flipped him over, lubed up my cock, and inserted it slowly. It had been a while since the last time I pegged him, so he needed some time to adjust. After a while, I started to fuck him. All of his moaning was making my pussy so wet that it was dripping.

After I finished fucking him, Husband went down on me. As he licked my clit, he fucked my pussy with a glass dildo. Fuck, it felt good. I love glass toys. They slide in and out so smoothly when I'm very wet. Mmmm. He made me cum so hard. I grabbed at the sheet as I moaned out. Then, he climbed on top of me, pushed my legs over my head, and started to fuck me. He tried to convince me to let him stick a toy in my ass for some dp action. I compromised by telling him he could stick another cock in my pussy. So, he got up and grabbed another dildo. He put the dildo inside me and then slid his cock in next to it. I felt so full and I could feel so much pressure on my g-spot. I thought of a new friend that I've been talking to, Jack. Imagining that his was the other cock inside my pussy. It turned me on so much. Husband started to fuck me slowly at first. Then, I started to thrust my hips, letting him know that I wanted more. He began to fuck me hard. So hard. I couldn't stop myself from gushing everywhere. I was having so many g-spot orgasms...one right after the other. Oh god, it was so good. I reached down and started to rub my clit. When he saw I was getting close, Husband said, "Yes! Cum for me!" That sent me over the edge and we both came so hard. Best orgasm I've had in a long time. I seriously need to repeat that one with two real cocks.

Born a Nympho

I have a very good long term memory. I can remember things as far back as when I was 2 years old. I vividly remember sitting in my high chair eating breakfast and watching wrestling with my grandpa. I loved Hulk Hogan. There are so many early childhood memories that have stayed with me all these years. This is how I know that I was born a nymphomaniac.

From as far back as my memories go, I was obsessed with masturbation. I was always touching myself. Not just because I was curious but because my vulva was always tingly and it felt so good to stimulate it. When I was 4 years old, I was playing in my mom's room. I found a Penthouse magazine on the headboard of her bed. I opened it up and was amazed at what I saw. My older sister ended up walking in on me and told my mom that I was reading her "dirty magazine." I got in trouble for it but I didn't care. I needed to see more. I started to sneak into my mom's room often to find any other magazines that I could. When I was 5 years old, I accidentally tore my hymen while masturbating. My finger went too far inside my vagina and it burned and felt very painful. I remember being afraid that I had hurt myself badly. I told my mom what had happened and she brushed it off and said I was fine. I was a little shaken up but that didn't stop me.

By the time I was 8, I started experimenting further by sticking toys into my vagina. I would insert Barbie legs, markers, crayons, doll hands, etc. During bath time, I would lie on my belly and slide my body up and down the length of the bathtub while touching myself. Around this time, my stepdad started watching porn in the living room. I would peek around the corner from my room and watch it without him knowing. I was so intrigued. Watching the people hump each other gave me ideas. I remember lying on the cement basement floor, humping the ground because the coldness felt so good on my genitals. I progressed from there and started to put dolls underneath me and hump them.

I continued to masturbate a LOT throughout my childhood. Even when I wasn't masturbating, I was always thinking about sex. My Barbie dolls were always having sex. When I was 11, I got my period for the first time. I had gotten some tampon samples from school. Instead of using them for their intended purpose, I decided to masturbate with them. When I was 13, I found my mom's dildo in her room. I couldn't help myself. I took it to the bathroom, washed it to make sure it was clean, and then stuck it inside my vagina. It felt amazing and after that day, I became obsessed with losing my virginity.

I got my first boyfriend soon after that. I begged him to have sex with me. We were only 13 and he wasn't ready, so he told me no. I harassed him about it a lot. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to experience that pleasure. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he broke up with me. I did the same thing to my next three boyfriends. None of them would have sex with me either. I felt like I was so horny that I was losing my mind. Sex was all I could think about. It was definitely an obsession.

Even after all of the masturbating I had done, I still hadn't achieved an orgasm. To be honest, I didn't even know girls could have orgasms. When I was 14, the room I had at my mom's house didn't have a door. I hung a sheet up to give a little bit of privacy but it didn't help much. My room was attached to my younger sister's room, so she would often walk in no matter how many times I asked her to knock first. My room was also attached to the garage, so my step dad was always walking through unannounced. He was a mechanic, so he basically lived in the garage. Because of all of that, I did most of my daytime masturbating in the bathroom. One day I was sitting on the toilet masturbating, as I often did, and I felt this intense build-up and then a very powerful release. Pleasure shot through my body and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I whispered to myself, "What the fuck was that?" From that point on, I started masturbating in very unhealthy amounts. I was having at least 30 orgasms per day. I would even go to the bathroom at school and masturbate there. I started to fantasize about getting raped just so I could finally lose my virginity. I felt so desperate. I kept hearing that boys are full of hormones and just want to get into your pants. But every boy I tried to have sex with kept turning me down. It was driving me crazy.

When I was 15, I started having a lot of phone sex with random people I met on the internet. They would call me and tell me about all the things they wanted to do to me. It excited me so much. I was finally getting some sexual attention and it felt amazing. It wasn't long after that when I started giving blow jobs out like handshakes. Every time I would find myself alone with a guy, I'd go down on him. I figured if I couldn't find a guy who would take my virginity, at least I could have a penis inside one of my holes. I couldn't even tell you how many guys I sucked off. There were so many.

Soon after I turned 16, I finally got a boyfriend who agreed to have sex with me. I lost my virginity and it wasn't a disappointment. A few days later, I even talked him into trying anal sex. I moved in with him 2 months later. We had so much sex. Throughout our 1.5 year relationship, there wasn't a day that went by that we didn't have sex at least once. I wanted to have sex every couple hours but that was way too much for him. I had to live with 1-3 times per day. To a normal person, I'm sure that sounds like a lot of sex. But it didn't feel like enough for me. I was constantly trying to grab his penis or suck on it. He got irritated and I didn't understand. I had always been taught that men always wanted sex. Well, apparently not as much as I do.

Throughout the rest of my teenage years and halfway through my 20s, I lusted after so many people and fantasized about having sex with them. I was always too scared of being thought of as slutty. Too scared of having the number of people I had sex with go into double digits. Too scared of STIs. So, even though everything in my body was telling me to have sex with as many people as I could, my brain told me no. Sometimes I feel thankful for that since being young and promiscuous can be a bad combination. Other times, I feel like I missed out on so many opportunities.

At this point in my life, I have let go of the worries about being seen as a slut. I actually enjoy feeling slutty or being called a slut. I don't care about my number of sex partners getting higher anymore. That doesn't bother me at all. I'll admit that I'm still terrified of STIs but I'm very into safe sex, so hopefully that will never be an issue.

The truth is, I lust hard. I'm very picky but when I crush on someone, it gets intense in my head. I can't stop thinking about it and if I can't have what I want, it's hard for me to accept. I love having sex with new people. The idea of experiencing a lot of different penises inside me is so exciting. I love sex with my husband. Our sex life is amazing. He pleases me like no one else ever has but I'm not sure I could go on in life having sex with only him. I know that if I did, I would never be truly satisfied. I'm constantly thinking about sex. I can't get it out of my head. Even in normal everyday conversation, I'm thinking about sex and wishing that's what we were talking about instead of whatever it is we are discussing. Most of the things that come out of my mouth have something to do with sex. I feel like I have a constant hard on. My clit is always tingling. This is just who I am and always have been. A nymphomaniac.

Finally, the threesome I've been waiting for!

Well, it's been almost a year since the last time I wrote in here. I've been having amazing sex but I guess I just lost the motivation to write about it. I miss writing though, so I'm going to attempt to get back into it. I do have some stories to share. So, without further ado...

Jacob finally made his way into our bed. We sat next to each other on the couch and talked for a while. The sexual tension was very thick. Eventually, he leaned over and kissed me. Then, he put my hand on his crotch so I could feel how much it turned him on. I had been glancing down at it in his pants for a while. I could tell his cock was hard just by looking, but I didn't know just how hard it was until I felt it. He was so rock hard that it made my clit start to tingle. He said, "See what you do to me?" I felt myself start to blush. I wanted to hide my face. Why was he making me feel so shy? I think it was because I had been waiting for this for so long that it felt like it wasn't real. I asked what he felt up for. His answer was, "Anything." I asked Husband if he wanted to have some fun with Jacob and he said yes.

So, we headed to the bedroom. Husband lit some candles and turned off the lights. I told them to take off their pants and lie down on the bed. I thought about taking off my clothes as well but since Jacob has a thing for big asses covered in jeans, I knew he would want to caress my ass in my jeans. So, I left them on. I climbed on the bed and crawled up to Husband. I kissed him seductively, swirling my tongue around his. Then, I moved over to Jacob and kissed him. I could tell he was very turned on. His breathing was already somewhat heavy. I went back to Husband and started licking his stomach. I moved down further and further until I reached his cock. I licked it and then began to suck it slowly. As I sucked Husband's cock, Jacob started to caress my ass. I knew he would love my ass in those jeans. I wore them just for him. After he was done playing with my ass, Jacob laid back down and I started to suck his cock. He moaned out as I deep throated his large meat. I went back and forth doing this for some time, sucking cock and making out with them. Then I decided that I wanted some attention for myself. So, I laid down on the bed and they started to caress my body all over. The feeling of both of their hands on my body at the same time was spectacular. I took off my pants and they both started to rub my pussy on top of my panties. Then, they removed my panties. I had fantasized about Jacob's fingers touching my clit for so long. I couldn't believe it was about to actually happen. I held my breath as I waited for his fingers to make their way to my sweet spot. Then, it happened. I moaned out and bit my lip. Husband was rubbing my thigh at the same time. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. They took turns rubbing my clit and then Jacob crawled down to the end of the bed and started to lick my pussy. Husband continued to run his hands all over my body. Then, I pulled him close to me so that I could kiss him. I made out with Husband as Jacob continued to dine on my wet pussy. It felt so good and I was very close to cumming, but then he stopped.

At that point, I told Husband that I wanted him inside me. So, I moved to the edge of the bed and got on my hands and knees. Jacob moved next to me and I started to suck his cock once again while Husband fucked me with his amazing cock. The angle was a little odd, so I stopped sucking for a bit. Then, Jacob hopped up on his knees and started to fuck my mouth as Husband continued to pound my pussy. That turned me on so much. I moaned around Jacob's cock as Husband hit my g-spot over and over. I could tell Jacob really liked that. A lot. I started to cum, which caused Husband and Jacob to cum as well. After we shared an orgasm together, we all collapsed. I think the excitement and nervousness really took it out of all of us. But it was so much fun. A few days later, Jacob texted me and said his head was still spinning from the experience. That made me very happy. I'm hoping he decides to come over again soon and we get to play even more. I really can't wait!

Although I am very excited about having fun with Jacob, I am a little nervous as well. One reason being that I'm a squirter and I'm not sure how he will feel about that if it actually happens. On Monday night, I almost drowned Husband when he was going down on me and I gushed all over his face. Husband said he liked it, but I feel like that may be a little embarrassing for me if that happened to Jacob. I am trying to just let that go though and trust that he will enjoy it and not be put off by it. I did tell him that it was a possibility so that he wasn't shocked though. Haha.


On Wednesday night, Husband must have been feeling very dominant. We got into bed in the spooning position, with me being the small spoon. We had a long conversation about everything that had happened with Jacob. We discussed how we felt about it and then talked about what we both wanted to happen in the future with him. After we finished talking, Husband grabbed my leg and draped it over his legs. Then, he started to rub my clit with his fingers. He said, "Wow, you are very wet. Did talking about that stuff turn you on?" I said, "Yes, very much." As he continued to rub my clit, I could hear how wet I was. It turned me on even more. He slid his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me slowly. He said, "I'm going to keep rubbing your clit but you can't cum unless you beg me first." I agreed. At this point, I was so turned on that my clit was rock hard. I was very close to cumming and he could tell. He said, "Do you think you can resist cumming if I keep going?" I wasn't sure, but I took that as a challenge. So, I tried my hardest to hold off the orgasm. He started to fuck me harder and rub my clit faster. He was pushing me so close to the edge. I kept it under control somehow though. He said, "If you cum without my permission, I'm going to punish you." I asked, "What will my punishment be?" He answered, "I'm going to turn you over and take your ass." That scared me and turned me on at the same time. He started to fuck me faster and harder, knowing that he was pushing me closer to orgasm. I thought for a moment, "Maybe I should ask to cum now. I'm really close." Then, as soon as I finished that thought, I started to cum. Fuck. When the orgasm finished, Husband said, "All you had to do was beg me to cum. But you didn't. Now, I have to punish you." I didn't respond. What could I say? He flipped me over onto my back, grabbed the lube, and then slowly slid his cock into my ass as I rubbed my clit. He fucked me slowly at first. Once I was relaxed, I pulled my legs up over my head and told him to fuck me faster and harder. I was close to cumming again, so I begged him to cum in my ass. As I began to cum, I told him to shoot his load deep into my ass, which is exactly what he did. At that moment, I was kind of glad that I had accidentally lost control and had an orgasm without asking for permission first. I'm pretty sure he was as well.


Here's to hoping that I can get back into this writing thing again. I'd really like to continue to do this regularly. I do have a lot of pretty amazing sex. I just need to make it a point to write about it. That is my goal. So, make sure you check back here again soon. Now, I'm off to join Husband in bed.

The shower is the perfect place to get dirty

It has recently come to my attention that I do not have sex in the shower enough. Over the weekend, I made an attempt to fix this issue. I invited Husband to join me in the shower, which he did gladly. After washing a bit, I started to caress Husband's body. He closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of my hands running all over his body. I leaned in and started to make out with him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I could feel his hard cock poking between my legs. As he got more and more excited, he grabbed my ass and pulled me in tighter. Our tongues circled around and danced with each other as we continued to kiss. I pulled away and started to kiss his neck gently. He moaned softly, melting like butter. I licked up and down his neck, then suddenly I bit down. I could feel his knees get weak as he moaned out in pleasure. I kissed his neck again, making him yearn for more. I continued to tease him with my lips and tongue, then I bit him again, harder. He moaned loudly and squeezed my ass, violently pulling me into his body. I loved the feeling of being wanted so badly.

I caressed Husband's body as I went down on my knees. I ran my hands down his sides, over his hips, and down his inguinal crease. I looked up at him and then wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock. I went halfway down on it, then back up a few times, teasing him. When I felt him begging for more, I went all the way down on his cock, shoving it into the back of my throat. My lips tightened around his cock and I sucked harder as I continued to bob up and down.

After a while, I stood up and started to kiss him again. I wanted him to feel how much I wanted his cock. I am pretty sure he felt it. Suddenly, he turned me around, bent me over and rammed his cock into my wet pussy. He fucked me so hard, causing me to moan out loudly. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together excited me. I stood up to catch my breath and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me against him and wrapped his arm around my neck. He held me tight against him as he began to suck and bite at my neck. I moaned and felt him grinding against my ass. He caressed my body with his hands. The hot water from the shower had made my skin very sensitive, so every touch was intensified. It felt amazing.

He bent me over, grabbed hold of my hips and fucked me even harder than before. I rhythmically moved my hips in sync with his thrusts. He slowed down and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I knew he was close to cumming. I tightened the muscles in my pussy. He moaned out and started to fuck me very hard. It wasn't long before he was shooting his load deep inside me.

We got out of the shower, dried off and went into the bedroom. I climbed into bed and Husband asked if I would mind if he fucked me more with the strap-on. Of course I wanted to be fucked more! So, he put it on and climbed on the bed, kneeling between my legs. He started kissing all over my body. From my legs, to my thighs, to my stomach, to my breasts. I felt his hands on the inside of my thigh, moving down slowly until he was rubbing my clit. I arched my back and moaned a little. He continued until I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be fucked again. I moved his hand away and pulled him close to me. He began to fuck me with the toy cock. I raised my legs above my head. I could feel my G-spot being hit over and over. I started to rub my clit and then squeezed his arms as I orgasmed.

By this time, Husband was ready for round two. He took off the strap-on and started to fuck me once again. He started off fast, which felt good, but what I really wanted was very slow thrusts. I made him slow down. I could feel his cock moving in and out, massaging my pussy walls in just the right places. Oh god, his cock is shaped perfectly. I moved my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I felt like I was going to explode. The feeling was so amazing. I felt my body start to tense up. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as I waited for the pleasure release. My body yearned for it. I focused on the feeling of his hard cock moving in and out of my very wet pussy, and then I lost it. My whole body tingled with pleasure as I moaned out. Fuck, that was good.

Shower sex. Yes, I do recommend it. I just wish my detachable shower head had a longer reach so that it could join in the fun.

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.

Insatiable Sex Machine

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!

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.

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.

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.