Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Q&A: Wildest bucket list of unbelievability

Pearl, who is a wonderful human being from everything that I know about her, took up my plea for post fodder right-fast and asked me three questions. 

What is the wildest night you two have had since you last posted?

Wildest since I last posted. Unfortunately there hasn't been a lot of anything wild going on in our nights. Sometimes, he pinches my nipples really hard and makes me scream.

That's about it. Although he has started going down on me quite frequently and I have had my first orgasm from just his tongue, which I didn't believe was even possible for me but, hah, looks like it is! Also beard stubble feels absolutely divine on aroused flesh. 

Still, kind of vanilla over here lately.  Once in a while we get to sleep a whole eight hours, and that, my friends, feels pretty damn wild.

I don't know. Our lives have gotten incredibly full of 'stuff' and 'people' and somehow we wind up not having much time for each other. 


Name 5 items that would be on your kinky bucket list?

Oh, wow. I could go on here. 

1. I'd love to have a day or two (like when the munchkin is elsewhere or possibly moved out) where I am tied for easy availability (pussy, mouth, ass) and just fucked, but left while he goes about his business for a while, then fucked again, and so on. Preferably with some orgasms.

2. I want to be properly tied up, like all over. Or maybe even suspension bondage.

3.  I'd love my husband to double-penetrate me with his cock and a strap-on. Perhaps even while I'm tied up. 

4. A cage. Oh my goodness, or one of those dungeon beds with the cage underneath? I can't decide. But I don't mean like a dog cage, I mean like prison bar cage. .  So many lovely kinky fantasies with that. But even a dog cage would do, at that. 

5. A want a hood. But I don't just want to have it, I want it to be put on me and I want to be fucked with it on. Regularly.

My husband likes looking at my face though. More's the pity. Woe is me. (I'm only 3/4ths joking)



What is one thing you think your blogger friends would never believe about you?

Hmmmm. You guys know so much about me. But what would you never believe? 

Would you never believe that I'm shy and people frighten me? And yet here I am, spilling my guts to strangers (and friends ) on the internet. 

Hm. I wind up looking at porn gifs a lot. But they usually disgust me. They're all herky-jerky fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck. But now and then there's a nice slow smooth one that's fuuuuuuuck-fuuuuuuuuuuck-fuuuuuuuuuuuck and those I can just stare at for quite some time. I think I've found two so far. Meh. 


That was fun! Thank you, Pearl!

I will answer DelFonte's question next.

Does anyone else have a burning need to have me ramble on aimlessly in the general direction of a question they have asked? Have at me! 

March: what do you want to hear?

March is question month, if I recall correctly.

And I am in desperate need of inspiration.

What do you all want to hear about? I can wax philosophic for ages but somehow the initial spark got up and left me.

Ask me a question!

I love you all.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Clarity in the night

Before we went to bed, my husband was irritating me. Wandering around, "trying to clean up," moving my papers and documents, eventually moving something pretty important and more or less forcing me to find a new place for it. 

My brain knew the old place for it just fine. All this moving around of objects disturbs my own order and I'm an old dog; new tricks don't come so easily to me. I was randomly irritated. Exhaustion and having my things suddenly reorganized led to a generally huffy, unhappy feeling. 

So when we did go to bed, I crawled on top of the blankets to sleep while he was under them. It wasn't really intentional, but I did it and I was too worn out to get up again to cover myself, despite the slight chill in the room.  I fell asleep almost immediately. I guess that happens when you're too worn out even to cover yourself. 

Hours later I woke up to visit the bathroom, and when I returned I climbed under the blankets next to my husband. He stirred, draped his arm over my waist, pulled my body tight into his, and whispered into my ear "You belong to me," before he drifted back off to sleep. 

Just like that, no more irritation.

If only everything was solved that easily. 

Friday, September 19, 2014

What he's thinking

I always tease my husband that he never thinks about sex unless we're having it, that he's a very much in-the-moment kind of person. Whatever he's doing at that moment is the thing he wants to do.

But in his arms, with his lips against my ear and his fingers stroking my clit in that way I like, he began to reveal something.

"You know, I didn't tell you this, but I think I should now. Earlier, when you'd just gotten home and were finishing your lunch and you were telling me about your day, I was looking at you and thinking: 'I own this woman. I could take her right now and make her do anything I wanted.'

Shocked at this revelation, and more than a little aroused by it, I moaned. I know the things we get up to but the idea that they should cross his mind in the middle of the day while I'm just talking to him was just mind-blowing.

He  continued: "'I could take her in the other room at this moment and have her suck my cock, or I could fuck her. I could fuck her anywhere I wanted.' But I didn't think we should be doing that in the middle of the day with the boy right in the other room, so I didn't say anything. I just contented myself with looking into your eyes and thinking that you're mine, that I could take you anytime, anywhere."

Concluding his little speech into my ear, he slid his fingers into me and pressed my clit just so. It didn't take long before I was helplessly rocked by spasms.

I always ask what he's thinking, but this is the first time hearing it actually made me orgasm. Maybe I should ask less and just let him tell me more.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Insistence

I adore anal sex. I love the way it makes me feel; I love the entire process of preparing for it. First me cleansing myself, and then my master slowly lubricating me and stretching me out to take his cock. It makes me feel owned, it makes me feel cherished, it makes me feel used and taken and claimed and adored. When my master's cock is buried in my helpless ass, I am truly a sex slave.

I often wind up preparing myself for it, making sure all is clean and pleasant, when there will be none forthcoming. Sometimes I am prepared and my master suggests it and I find myself struck with a sudden fear, and I shake my head furiously and I protest, despite the fact that another part of me is desperately aching for his cock to force its way into my ass.

So it was this time. He'd already fucked my breasts, my face, and my pussy for an extended time in three different positions. He was on top of me with my feet hooked around his ankles when he said it. "I think it's time for me to fuck your ass, now," he whispered in the voice he uses when he wants to send tingles all over me.

 It worked. I shivered, but shook my head. "Nuh-uh," I grunted.

"Yeah," he said, as if I hadn't responded at all, "I really should be fucking your ass right now, shouldn't I?"

"Nuh-uh," I whimpered again.

"'Nuh-uh'? That's what it's for, isn't it? Isn't it just another hole for me to fuck?"

I shook with the force of his words. I nodded helplessly. It's not even really my choice. I gave that to him. I could stop him, but I never would unless I truly needed to. Then he slowly prepared me to take his cock in my ass, to be the collection of fuck holes that I so long to be.

And I am one lucky sex slave.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Why being married is awesome

We'd just finished a spectacularly mind-blowing session. He'd fucked every single part of me from several different angles - including my armpit-breast area, and we'd just collapsed after he'd given me my second orgasm.

"Ooooh, I like being married to you!" he said, resting his arm across my back as I panted into a pillow, trying to recover.

"mmmmm, why is that?" I asked breathlessly.

"Because we get to have sex," he said.

I laughed. Because so many things were going through my head right then. Like, being married isn't a prerequisite to having sex, and being married doesn't guarantee sex, and even if it did, then he could be married to anyone at all, absolutely anyone, and it wouldn't have to be me.

But all those thoughts went through my head in the split second before he continued: "...and you're a particularly amazing person to have sex with."

Be still, my heart. When he gets shit right, he really, really gets it right.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Annoyed by porn

Lately, I've been exploring a few porn videos. Just casually browsing the Internet and seeing what I can find. 

I don't care so much about the visuals of something. Previously in my life, I've been satisfied to find writing that plants words and ideas in my head. I'm all about the words. 

But as the internet advances, good sex writing gets harder and harder to come by in the random internet. Yes, there are books, but for just a quick idea session? Not so much. I found myself returning to the same story over and over. A search almost always would turn up videos first, with writing scattered between them. And so, finally I broke and decided to check out some videos. 

I love anal sex. So I looked for BDSM anal sex videos. 

I found one that turned me on so much I was shocked and fascinated. I'd never had that reaction to a video before. 

But just one. It goes from the beginning of the interaction, has lots and lots of talking, shows the prep, the girl's reactions, everything. 

Every other video I've found skips around like it has a serious attention deficit disorder. They'll jump from an intro to a flogging to an all-out-ass-fucking faster than my brain can process that it's meant to be watching people having sex in the first place. And close-ups of quick-piston action of a cock into a hole? No thank you? What even is that? 

I can only surmise that this is because the people who cut the video figure that male viewers only want to see the most action-oriented parts. But I'm annoyed because if they're going to film something, and obviously there's a camera there the whole time, I want to see the prep and the talking and go with the feelings of the thing. To actually become stirred, I need more than 3 minutes from intro to "AH-AH-AH-AHHHHH." 

But maybe that's just me.

Your thoughts?