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Sinful Sunday – On the couch

Last night, Roland and I ordered some pizza and wing, then spent a relaxing evening on the couch watching TNG starting with the first episode on Netflix. (That’s Star Trek: The Next Generation for those of you less geekily-inclined, which I know isn’t very many of you.) He and I haven’t been able to spend very much time together lately for various reasons, so it was good to just be in each other’s company. After we watched a few episodes, we got the chance to really connect with each other again.
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Guest post – Does it hurt?

This is not a guest post, per se, but I have the honor and privilege of having a special treat to share with you today. The words are mine, explicit details of what Roland and I did last night. The delicious voice, however, belongs to Plumptious Pea. I have followed her on Twitter since shortly after she joined us. If you want to hear more (and I know you will!) she shares her sweet, sexy voice with us on SoundCloud and Audioboo, and she also blogs on Tumblr and WordPress.

This is is so much sexier than I ever could have hoped for. Thank you so very much, Pea. I look forward to future collaborations with you, my love!

 

 

 

Sinful Sunday – Window at night

At the head of our bed is a large window. It looks out onto the woods behind our house. At night, it provides an excellent reflection.

I assure you I’m not headless.
Although I felt as if I was about to lose my head.

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.
It was picked as one of the top 5 images in her weekly round up!
Click below to see who else is throwing her head back in ecstasy this Sunday.
 

TMI Tuesday – Famous or Forgotten

Thanks to an anonymous TMI Tuesday blog lurker for this week’s questions…Famous or Forgotten
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For each question answered, an accompanying story would be entertaining. Delight us!

1. Have you ever had sex with someone famous or who later became famous, if only locally?
Yanno, fame is a funny thing. How is it defined? I would say having your name known by a certain percentage of the population would make you famous. And you can be very famous within a certain population but completely unknown out of it. With that being said…
I’ve had sex with several local musicians. Also a well-known (in his locale) theater actor/director, a published author, a published fantasy/game artist, and my Diva is a bona fide rock/opera/burlesque star in Germany.
Not to mention *myself*! I mean, this blog is read in 10 different countries across the globe, yanno. But I know my fame will eventually be spread beyond that, just you wait. And you can say you knew me when! 😉
2. In the spirit of Six Degrees of Separation, have you had sex with someone who had sex with someone who had sex with someone who . . . someone famous?
Oh yes, I am quite sure. Do I know specifics? Well, see my above answer. You can extrapolate for yourself. 
3. In the opposite direction, have you had sex with someone whose name you didn’t know?
I have known at least the first name (or a nickname) of every single person I’ve ever had sex with.
4. Someone whose name you knew then but have forgotten?
I recently decided to make a list of every person with whom I’d ever had any sexual contact. All the basic sex acts were counted: oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation. While compiling that list, there were a few people here and there that were forgotten, but they were eventually remembered. There are a few people on that list (which spans over 20 years, some of which were spent under the influence of various substances that hinder memory) whose names I have narrowed down to one or two similar names.
For instance, there was this one guy and I can’t remember for sure if his name was Darren or Derek. What makes that more difficult is that I specifically remember that his friend was the other name. (No, I didn’t fuck him, but my friend did. Her name is Tanya, to make things even more confusing.) I also specifically remember that he had a tattoo on his left shoulder of a hammerhead shark with a diving flag. We fucked twice. Once in the hot tub and once on the floor of his place.
Also, there is one guy who I only knew by the nickname of Scooby. It was a one night stand, and the only time I ever let myself be picked up by a customer when I was a bartender.
5. Someone who you suspect may have forgotten you?
While none of us like to think that we’ve been forgotten, considering my varied history and drunken one night stands, I am quite sure at I have been forgotten by at least a few. There is one friend in particular that I fucked twice. Both times we were completely obliterated. I remember almost nothing about the first time. He remembers almost nothing about the second time.
Bonus question: Someone you wish you could forget?
Nobody that I haven’t already forgotten. Just because I remember that I fucked him, doesn’t mean I remember anything about it. 

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Sinful Sunday – Watching you watching me

I’ve been wanting to use this image for a while now, but something else has always superseded. As I’ve had no adventures this week, I think its time has finally come.

I see you. But what do you see?

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.
It was picked as one of the top 5 images in her weekly round up!

Click below to see who else is exhibiting their voyeurism this Sunday.

 

The usual

It begins as it often does. I exit the bathroom after my nighttime toilette to find Roland lying uncovered on his side of the bed. His cock may or may not already be hard because he’s been stroking it while waiting for me. I pull my hair back with an elastic and crawl onto the bed. I may kiss him first, either just a peck or with more passion and duration. Most often, I go directly for his cock.

I either lie on my belly or sometimes I stay up on my knees, but rest on my elbows. I rarely use my hands. I just lean forward and slowly kiss the head of his cock before licking it gently and drawing it into my mouth. Roland likes slower, gentler blow jobs, not the kind you see in most pornos where it looks like she’s trying to yank his dick off. So I take my time, running my tongue along his shaft and around his glans, teasing with my teeth, and then sucking him into my mouth again.

As I’m sucking his cock, loving the feeling of it in my mouth (especially as it hardens), my pussy grows wet. If I am on my knees and elbows, I can sometimes feel it dripping and running down my thighs. Roland usually rubs my back or glides his fingertips over my skin, giving my gooseflesh and making me moan around his cock. Sometimes he will finger my pussy and play with my clit. When the sensations get too intense for him to do much more than focus on the pleasure my mouth is giving him, he will either put his hand on my ass and squeeze occasionally, or he will put his hand on the back of my neck to guide my rhythm and tempo.

Although I love having his cock in my mouth and especially love it when I am able to make him shoot his cum down my throat, nothing compares to having him in my pussy. So once I have him good and hard, all I can think about is fucking him. Without delay I remove one set of lips and get ready to replace them with another, hungrier set.

He knows what is next and is ready for me when I straddle him. He holds his ruler-straight cock so that it is pointing upward and I impale myself on him. No matter how wet I am, how ready, how much he has finger-fucked my cunt, that first moment of penetration always makes me gasp as if my hole has never been entered by finger or dick alike. Nothing compares to that initial contact.

I start very slowly, leaning forward with my chest almost touching his, and work myself up and down his cock. Both of us have our eyes closed, lost in the wonderful feeling of joining our bodies. Because of the length of his magnificent member, I can’t take it all right from the start. I have to work my way down, taking it inch by inch, going down further each time. Finally, with my upper body almost parallel to his, he is balls-deep in my cunt.

Now that he’s in fully in there, I can really start to ride him. I don’t sit up just yet because now is the perfect moment to kiss his full, sensuous lips or blow warmly in his ear or nibble on his neck. He loves those things as much as I do and I can feel his cock tense inside me when I do them. As payback he will lean up and take one of my nipples in his mouth to suck on and then bite gently. He is immediately rewarded with my moans and a gush of wetness around his cock.

I lean back now, feeling him pierce me so deeply it hurts. Rocking my hips pushes him even further into my cunt and I bite my lip against the pain. The pain that I crave more than any other. By this point my clit is throbbing and my skin feels warm all over. I lift myself and then slam back down against him, ramming his cock against my cervix. After a few strokes he lifts his hips to meet my thrusts and I cry out. He reaches up to knead my breasts and pinch and pull my nipples, softly at first but with increasing roughness and pressure.

When I really ride him and fuck him hard, sometimes the tension in the muscles causes my hips to freeze up. He recognizes and understands that, so without breaking stride or pulling out, he picks me up and flips me over on my back. Although the pain at times can be excruciating, I ignore it and spread my legs wide. Our eyes lock as he fucks me at his own pace and rhythm, taking full control from here.

He puts my legs where he wants them. Sometimes they are bent at the knees and pushed back. Sometimes they are extended straight out as wide as they can go. Sometimes he lifts my hips and puts my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I wrap them around his waist and use my hands to grip his ass and pull him into me harder and harder. But one thing never changes: now that I am on my back, he is pounding into my g-spot and I very badly want to cum.

I reach down between my legs so that my fingers may find my engorged clit. It’s so sensitive that you’d think I would barely touch it and then explode in orgasm. Unfortunately for me, that is never the case. Very gently and lightly I use the moisture accumulated there to rub over the tip of my clit. My cunt contracts at the first touch. For the next several minutes I glide my finger over that one spot until I feel I am almost ready.

Reading my breathing, moans, and cries as if he wrote the book himself, Roland starts to fuck me even harder and deeper than before. When he sees me speed up and press down, he increases his speed as well. My eyes are closed and I am all sensation at this point, focusing all of my concentration on my clit. At last I open my eyes to look up into his.

At that moment, he says the exact words I need to hear. “Cum for me, slut.”

My whole body convulses and shudders as my cunt grips his cock with my orgasm. I writhe and moan and cry out. Every nerve ending on my body is alive and jumping. I have been holding my breath for an untold amount of time and now I gasp as if I am breaking the surface of the ocean after being submerged. My hips buck against him and then I feel him go rigid inside me. His cock pumps hot semen into my spasming cunt and he jerks against me, thrusting reflexively and causing me to cry out again as he jabs into my tender pussy.

For a few moments we are almost stuck together. My body is still quaking with aftershocks and his finally relaxes against me. The moment he withdraws sends shivers all over my body and triggers the biggest aftershock of all. He collapses down on the bed beside me.

Slowly we manage to catch our breath and our pulse calms down. At last he leans over to kiss me goodnight. We say ‘I love you’ and then each roll over, turn off our bedside lamps, and go to sleep.

TMI Tuesday – The LONG and the SHORT of it

Thank you Erotic Adventures in Brisneyland for the following TMI Tuesday questions.
The LONG and the SHORT of it

1. What is the longest relationship you have been in?
My current relationship with Roland. Saturday, October 27 was our 6th anniversary. 🙂

2. What is the shortest relationship you have been in?
I had several flings in my 20s that lasted maybe a couple of weeks.

3. How often do you have sex? How often do you want sex?
We usually have sex at least 2 or three times a week. In a perfect world, I would be having sex at least once a day. I want sex almost constantly.

4. How long does sex usually last?
I think on average we go about 20-30 minutes, depending on how long we have and what time of day it is.

5. Have you ever had an experience where someone couldn’t perform, finished too quickly or couldn’t keep up with you? Tell us about it?
I would venture to say that anyone who has never had at least one of those 3 things occur is lying. We’ve all been through something like that. Probably more than once. It’s completely normal. There are so many factors to consider. One or both partners can be tired or drunk or nervous or overexcited or understimulated, which are all things that influence performance.

6. If you could only have one “type” of sexual encounter for the rest of your life, would you prefer
a) short and sweet
b) wham bam thank you ma’am
c) here for the long haul
d) slow and tender

Honestly, as much as I love rough sex, I would take option D over anything else. I like it when we take our time to enjoy and explore each other.

Bonus: Would you consider ending an otherwise healthy and loving relationship if the sex wasn’t what you wanted?
No. Sex is the easiest issue to resolve in a relationship if both parties are willing to try, and if it is otherwise loving and healthy, then I don’t see any reason why they wouldn’t be. There are just so many other options besides ending the relationship.

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblogfrom your website!
Happy TMI Tuesday!
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