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.

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.

Obsession and Crushes

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.