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Seeing eye to eye

While I am not a shoe fetishist, per se, getting a new pair of shoes has become something to be celebrated. At least when those new shoes are high heels. I am a big fan of chunky platform heels, particularly wedges. I just so happened to pick up a new pair yesterday. Last night, Roland and I got a chance to break them in properly.

Roland went to the bedroom to get ready for bed around 10pm. He came out shortly thereafter, completely in the buff. He sat in his desk chair, legs spread to show off his cock in all it’s magnificent, erect glory. I turned from my computer to ogle him and asked if he was trying to tell me something. He replied that he’d like to break in my new shoes. 

I was right in the middle of something at that moment, so I told him to give me a couple of minutes. He settled in and started viewing some porn on his computer while I finished what I was doing on mine. When I was done, I got up and went to the bedroom without any announcement. 
I quickly undressed and completed my nighttime toilette, so that I would not have to do it later. I fastened on my new shoes and threw on a cute, sexy nightie. I let my hair down, brushed it, and shook it out, so that it kind of billowed around my head in a tousled way before walked down the hall to the living room and stood in the entryway. Roland heard my heels clunk on the hardwood floor of the hallway and his eyebrows shot up once he saw me.

As he approached me, I realized that my new shoes made us almost exactly the same height. He looked me up and down appreciatively and put his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him. For the first time ever I was standing and looking him directly in the eye. Instead of me reaching up and him leaning down to kiss, all I had to do was press my lips directly to his. It was almost like kissing a stranger!

He pulled away and took my hand to lead me through the bedroom to the back door and the deck. I’m not exactly sure why, but my new shoes are always put to the first test outside in the night air. Perhaps it’s because outside the best option is to fuck while standing and we like to see if the shoes are the right height for that.

Once outside, I went directly to the railing and leaned against it, pushing my ass out. I like to hang my head over the side of the deck while Roland fucks me. It’s about 20′ above the ground. Not only does it give me a slight sense of dizzying vertigo that increases my arousal, it allows me to look over into the neighbor’s yard to see if we attract any attention. Roland came up behind me and I felt his cock press right between my legs instead of the small of my back where it would be if I were flat-footed.

“These shoes might be almost too tall,” he said. I chuckled in reply.

My laughter was engulfed in a gasp that quickly became a moan as his hand parted the lips of my cunt. I was so wet already that I not only felt, but actually heard the juices fall from my pussy into his hand. I was soaked! His cock twitched against my ass in response. With no delay he shoved his first two fingers into my hole. Involuntarily my pussy tightened up and gripped his fingers as he slid them out and in again. He fucked my cunt slowly and sweetly, making me grind against his hand and moan.

Suddenly he removed his hand and the next thing I knew, he was sitting on the deck between my legs, burying his face in my pussy. My knees grew weak once his tongue was on my throbbing clit. Never before had he licked with such fervor. He dined on me like a man breaking an untold fast. Regardless of how much he lapped away, juices flowed over his chin and down his chest. I could hear the drops hitting his skin.
I don’t know how long he was down there as I bucked and rode his face,. I knew his cock must be about ready to explode, because that’s how my pussy felt. Finally, gasping for air, he resurfaced. Carefully, so as to not knock me over, he got up. Once on his feet again, he kissed me deeply. All I could smell was my wetness all over his face. His lips and tongue tasted like me. I guess in many ways it was the next best thing to eating my own pussy. I do love the taste and smell of my own cunt.
After a few moments he broke our kiss and resumed his position behind me. I barely had a second to register the tip of his cock at the opening of my cunt before I felt it deep within. I couldn’t help but cry out and my only hope was that it wasn’t nearly as loud in the quiet night as it sounded to my own ears.
Roland fucked me hard and fast, his hands alternating between squeezing my bouncing tits, gripping my hips, and pulling my hair. He also gave my ass several stinging swats for good measure. I was in heaven.
Considering everything that lead up to that point, I’m a big surprised he lasted as long as he did. At last with a loud grunt, he dug his fingers into the love handles and held on tightly, his body wracked with the power of his orgasm. Each time his body jerked, he penetrated me even deeper than before. It was all I could to to remain on my feet. My legs felt like jelly. When he withdrew very slowly, all of my exposed flesh broke out in goosebumps as I shivered with pleasure.
Once again I felt my pussy spill, this time with his juices as well. It ran down my legs in a warm gush. One drop fell on the suede upper of my brand new shoes. The stain remains and now they were thoroughly broken in.

TMI Tuesday – Celebrity Sex-a-thon!

Thank you to Ms. B for submitting this week’s TMI Tuesday questions.

Celebrity Sex-a-thon!


1. Who is your closest celebrity look-alike? And, who do you think is sexier, you or the celeb?
When I was in high school, everyone used to tell me that I looked like Mayim Bailik (Blossom then and Big Bang Theory now), but I think that’s because we both were mousy and had big noses. I really don’t feel that we look anything like now, if we even did then. I tried to use some celebrity face recognition online software to find an actress that looks like me, but I couldn’t find anything definitive.

2. Who is the hottest male AND female celebrity you can think of? And, if the opportunity presented itself would you have sex with them?
For my whole life (it seems, but at least since I was 12), Johnny Depp has been the hottest male celebrity. No doubt about it. As for females, I think Scarlett Johanssen is so hot that it gives me physical pain in my loins. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I would have sex with them if I had the chance. At the same time? I think I would die!

3. What celebrity do you fantasize about, but wouldn’t admit it to your friends?
There really isn’t much that I wouldn’t admit to my friends. But I guess I get embarrassed by the fact that I want to be mistreated and used by Snoop Dogg.

4. Have you ever watched a leaked celebrity sex tape? Who was it or were they and what did you think? What would you have done differently if you were in the video with them?
As of right this moment, I am ashamed to say that the only celebrity sex tape I’ve ever seen is Tonya Harding’s and that was many, many years ago. All I remember about it is that her titties were nasty-looking. I think I’m going to go home tonight and do some research on other videos!

5. If you are in a relationship, is there anyone your partner knows that you have the ‘hots’ for and they give you the okay to be intimate with? Who would be their’s?
Roland and I have an open relationship, so we don’t need that celebrity “hall pass” list that many people have.

6. If you could have dinner with anyone in the world, who would you choose and what would you give them for dessert?
Stephen King!!! OMG, I gave him Junior Mints at a book signing in November 2011, he gave me a hive five, and I almost passed out. He’s just such a cool guy, I’d love the opportunity to just hang out and talk to him.

Bonus: If you were offered the million dollar indecent proposal, what would your answer be and why?
Well, considering I have sex with people outside of my relationship already for free, if someone offered me $1M to do it, I would say, “HELL FUCKING YES!” Unless it was someone really gross.

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Sinful Sunday – Against the glass

This is not the post I had intended for today. I’ve been sick for the past week, so I haven’t been up to much that’s sinful. I had Blogger open with a picture that I took for Roland last weekend when I was out of town. Then Roland calls me into the kitchen because one of “our” barred owls was roosting in the tree next to the deck. He knows I never miss a chance to quietly watch these majestic creatures.
As I leaned against the sliding glass door watching the wildlife in my backyard—blue jays trying to run off the owl, squirrels frolicking in the branches, two downy woodpeckers chasing each other—Roland reached around and started playing with my nipples. I moaned and spread my fingers on the glass.

“I can smell your pussy,” he growls into my ear. When he reached down to finger my clit, he asked me why I was so wet. Since I’d been sick all week, I haven’t been in the mood but I was so ready now! I answered by grinding my pussy into his hand. He proceeded to finger me, swat my ass, and pull my nipples until I was writhing against the glass. Finally I heard the sound I’d been waiting for: his zipper and he pants dropping around his ankles.
No, I don’t do windows, why do you ask?

He fucked me like that against the glass until I felt as if my legs could no longer hold me up. He makes me weak in the knees even when I haven’t been sick, but combined with my lack of strength from illness, I thought I was going to fall down. When I lowered myself down the glass a bit, it made it possible for him to fuck me even deeper than before and brought him quickly to climax.
Fortunately, his phone was nearby to snap a pic that could be shared with you all. 🙂

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.

Click below to see who else is doing it like they do it on Discovery Channel this Sunday.
 

TMI Tuesday – Cum, are you a fan?

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions come from the wacky, inventive, and sexually creative mind of the late phoenix.

Cum, are you a fan?

1. We are all incurable sex addicts, but name one thing—a job, a passion, a creative outlet, a collection—of yours you use as a replacement, a distraction from constantly thinking about sex 24/7.
The only thing that could possibly take the place of my sex addiction is Texas Hold Em. The only problem with that is that it takes money to play and I’ve got none. I guess I’m stuck with being a sex addict!
2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?
No, but apparently he did? Because we’d loved each other for many years and after we finally had (amazing, mind-blowing, wonderful) sex, he stopped calling me and/or returning my calls. I’ve seen him a few times in the 7 years since then, and there is always this air of sadness about him. It makes me said too, but it was his decision and not mine.
3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail.
Absolutely! I love the way I taste, I love the shape and feel of my body. I know the exact right ways to touch, lick, and fuck my pussy to get myself off. I would start off by undressing myself. Next I would sensitize my whole body with the lightest of tickling caresses, followed by kisses over every square inch. Once I was writhing and panting, I would suckle and squeeze my breasts before slowly nibbling and kissing my way down to my pussy. I would not dive right in, however. I would tease myself by sucking on the place where my thigh meets my groin. Finally I would warm my pussy with my hot, moist breath and barely touch it with the tip of my tongue.
4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound.
How can one not be a fan? I love cum! Down my throat, dripping out of my cunt, sometimes on my face and body. I prefer to swallow it from a man, and be drenched in it by a woman.
5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?
Nope. I don’t believe in God. 😛 Besides, I don’t care who’s watching! I like to be watched! 😀
Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week.
Sunday night Roland and I decided to hit up a few strip clubs because we hadn’t been to any in far too long. It was on our mind after his recent guest post.

The first place we went was my old favorite, Wackos. We stayed there for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. The vibe was totally different from how it used to be. The service sucked. And of the 6 girls we saw dance on stage (although the sign outside advertised 50), 4 of them were so skinny that it made me sick to my stomach. I am NOT attracted to skinny girls in the least. This one Cuban girl, though, she was yummy and I tipped her twice. I told her that I wanted to be smothered in her thighs. They were divine! She sat with us for a short while until she went on stage again. I was going to get a VIP dance from her, but she was lured away by a big group throwing around money as soon as she got off stage.

It got too smoky in there after that so we left and went to Roland’s old favorite, Tiffany’s, which was the scene of the lap dances that inspired his guest post. I thought I’d heard they closed down, but they appeared to be open with a banner outside announcing new management. The parking lot only had like 5 or 6 cars. We went inside and it was apparent that those cars belonged to the people working there: 3 dancers (none of them on stage, but sitting at the bar), a bartender, and 2 other bouncer-type guys. One of those guys said that they had just reopened but the official grand reopening wasn’t for a few days. We both had to go to the restroom before we decided what we were going to do. The ladies’ room was one of the grossest public bathrooms I have ever been in. Let’s just say that the flies were NOT the grossest thing about it. I was utterly skeeved, peed in there only because I was about to bust, and couldn’t get out fast enough. I told Roland I wanted to go and told him about the bathroom on the way out.
The last place we when is going to be my favorite place in town from now on. Converted into a gentlemans’ club from a Ryan’s Steakhouse many years ago, Emperors Club was amazing! The first thing I noticed as we walked in was how nice it smelled. And you could tell that it would still look decent once the lights were up, not something you can say about most nightclubs around here, not to mention strip clubs! There was a decent enough crowd scattered throughout the large space. We had only just sat down when a waitress promptly arrived to take our drink order. The large stage had two girls dancing, neither of whom looked like she was starving to death. Once that rotation shifted, the third girl to the stage was just how I like girls: thick with a big, luscious ass. Yum! So of course I tipped her right away. Unfortunately, she was one of those desperate, white trash dancers. She came to sit with us right away and proceeded to tell me about how sad her life is before asking if we wanted a dance. I told her that we’d only just arrived and maybe later. We didn’t see her again.

After that girl left was when the real fun began. Most of the girls were hot and/or energetic, looking like they were having a good time despite it being a relatively slow night. My favorite was a leggy redhead who was 5′ 9 1/2″ without her heels and who danced to “It’s No Good” by Depeche Mode. She instantly won my heart and I told her my name is “Yours” before offering her everything I have: my car, my man, my bank account. She said she had all of those things already, so I told her I have a cat I could offer. She said she could use a cat and I said that I think she would really love my pussy. 😉 My other favorite was a short, dark-skinned girl in glasses with an ass that was to die for. In fact, when I went up to tip her, she thoroughly assaulted my face and breasts with that ass. My boobs felt bruised afterward! It was fantastic! The girls that Roland tipped always waved me up to the stage to sandwich me between them and Roland so they could grope me and purr in my ear (which is apparently a specialty of the house because they all did it, save for that first girl). You know how hot that was! The shooter girl also took a fancy to me and screamed my name every time she came by like I was some kind of celebrity. She’d told me that she was actually a dancer but they were short-staffed and needed a shooter girl. She was smokin’ hot, too.

All in all, it was a great night. I came home smelling like delicious strippers and then Roland fucked me twice, until my pussy was too sore for more. He and I have decided that we will becoming regulars there. Who knows what wild tales I’ll soon have to tell?

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TMI Tuesday – Getting off

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions are about gettin’ off. When you need it, you just gotta get it anyway you can.  (For those who are innocent babies “IT” is sex)

Gettin’ Off


1. Have you ever initiated a booty call?

Of course! Who hasn’t? As I’ve been in an almost-6-year relationship, however, it has been a while since I’ve had need for that. That being said, I am in a relationship with a man, and I have other urges to satisfy at times. So every once in a while one of my girlfriends will get a call. 😉

2. Have you ever accepted a booty call?

Absolutely and gladly! While there have been some circumstances where the situation was not ideal, I have been known to be a reliable booty call at times in the past. I have always been very open and accepting of sex, and I enjoy it a great deal. I have no qualms about NSA (no strings attached) sex when the situation is right. Everyone needs to get laid sometimes, right?

3. Ever had a “friend with benefits” relationship? 

Honestly, many of my friends are FWB, or have been at one time or another. We’re very friendly like that. 🙂

How long did it last? 
The FWB that I’ve known the longest has been since we were 12, about 25 years ago. Of course, we didn’t start fooling around then. We didn’t do anything until about 7 years ago. She is probably my longest-running FWB. 

Are you still friends or acquaintances with that person? 

She is one of my oldest and closest friends. I imagine that she will be so until the day we die.


Are you still having sex with that friend?
We don’t hook up regularly, but it still happens on occasion.

4. Tell us about your best one-night stand, what made it so good?

My best ever one-night stand was a night that I’d waited years to happen. An old friend, with whom I was completely in love but with whom the timing was just never right, finally gave in to all of my seduction attempts. He played my body as if it was an orchestra and he was a master conductor. He made me cum harder than anyone had until that point. I had never been so thoroughly satisfied by anyone in my life. But apparently it was to be our undoing, because we lost contact shortly thereafter. I was heartbroken for a long time. I will never understand why he never gave us a chance and why he let our friendship go.

5. When was your last one-night stand?
If it was the 2nd time I’d slept with him in the 10 years that I’ve known him, and it’s likely to never happen again, does that count? If so, December of last year (2011). If not, then December of 2008.

6. What’s the grimiest, dirtiest place that you’ve had sex?
There are a couple of answers for this, hehe. A gas station bathroom? In the Atlantic Ocean? On the beach at the Atlantic Ocean? On my driveway?

Bonus: What’s the one random thing you wish your friends knew about you?
This is three (four), but they add up to one thing: that I’m not always right, I don’t know everything, and I don’t always need to have the last word. And that I let go of things a lot more often than they give me credit for.
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Quickie in the dark

I opened my car door and was gathering my things to go inside. I put one leg outside and partially swiveled around, preparing to stand. He stepped in front of me and unzipped his jeans, releasing his semi-hard cock. In a flash, I released the things in my hands, turned fully toward him, placed my other foot on the ground outside the car, licked my lips, and took him into my mouth.

As soon as his head was beyond my teeth, I sealed my lips around his shaft and applied some light suction. He stiffened appreciatively. I released some pressure and slid my mouth down, taking him more fully into my mouth toward my throat. I did not go all the way, as I have learned that shallow blow jobs actually get better, faster results. Just a swift, deep bob once or twice is enough.

I pulled almost all the way back so that I could focus on just the tip. Moving my head only slightly, I licked and lapped and sucked. He began to thrust his hips in time with my movements. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on the back of my head and wrapped his fingers in my hair to direct and increase my tempo. This only served to increase the fervor with which I devoured his cock.
Without warning, he took a step backward, removing himself from my mouth. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the car, turning me to face away from him. As I was pressed against the car, I bent down to quickly remove my panties as he lifted my skirt. Once they were out of the way, his fingers were exploring my wet cunt and nudging my throbbing clit. I moaned loudly into the quiet of the dark garage.
He spent only a moment fingering me before his hand was replaced by his cock. I gasped as I always do. He fills me completely and that first moment of penetration is always delicious. He fucked me fast and hard, ramming his cock in and out of my pussy. I push back to meet his every thrust.
With one hand on my hip, he reached around with his other hand to squeeze my breast roughly through my shirt and bra. When that wasn’t satisfactory, he lifted my shirt over my head, then freed both tits over the top of my bra, giving him full access to my aching nipples. 
Once again without warning he pulled away and took my hand. I thought he was going to lay me down and fuck me on the hard, dirty concrete of our driveway. Instead he led me up the hill of our driveway. My heart trip-hammered in my chest. It was late, after 11pm, so it was dark, but my neighbor’s bedroom light was on and I could see the flicker of their television through the living room blinds. If they looked out either window, we would be in full view.
Across the street from their house was a patch of darkness and I assumed that is where he would take me. To my surprise he stopped at the head of the driveway just before that. Across from our mailbox is a telephone pole bathed in a pool of light from a nearby streetlamp. He pushed me against the pole and lifted my skirt so that my bare ass was facing the neighbor’s house. My already soaked pussy flooded once more.
My exposed breasts were mashed against the wooden pole as entered me once more. I gripped the pole for balance as he pounded me harder and harder, digging his fingers into my hips, and growling in my ear. It wasn’t long before I felt his body seize up as he shot his load into my pulsing snatch. He held me closely as the last drop drained and then slowly released me as he withdrew his slick cock.
Standing there with my legs spread, I let his seed ooze out to the ground, marking our spot. It continued to run down my legs as we made our way back to the car so we could collect our things before going inside. Barely 15 minutes had passed since we had pulled into the garage.
I wished then that a camera had been available to capture the scene of our fuck for my #SinfulSunday post. Hopefully these words will suffice.

Epic Weekend: 6 Months Later

[This is a follow-up post to the tale of my Epic Weekend. Click here for part onepart twothe finale, and Aftermath.]


It has now been about 6 months since my wonderful, Epic Weekend. Six months since he broke me, before my closest friends and perfect strangers alike. I thought that perhaps you would want an update on the situation.

The two-hour drive home on Monday was fairly intense, and not only because every time I shifted in my seat, I was reminded of the bruises that covered my ass. My mind was churning with the myriad possibilities that could go along with this new change in our relationship dynamic.

I was beside myself with excitement. I felt like a whole new world had opened up for us. While I am truly naturally dominant, a part of me has always yearned to be submissive. I like to care for and spoil my loves, do whatever I can to make them happy. Until such point as it is expected. Then it becomes a problem for me. It is said that true submission is a gift and that’s how I feel about it. I will give it freely (when deserved and inspired), but once it is demanded I have none to give.

Very few people in my life have ever inspired me to want to submit to them. I’m not very good at relinquishing that sort of control. I need someone who wants to take control and can handle it once he/she has it. I need to feel loved and appreciated in my service. And I don’t ever want to be thought of as inferior or beneath someone. It has to be someone who loves and respects me as an equal even though I choose to submit myself. That may seem like a tall order, but I know that it exists. I’ve seen it in action and I’ve been party to it.

Before the events of the prior week and including the time just after he met our Diva, Roland had not expressed any interest in BDSM. He knew of my history, my avid interest in getting involved in the lifestyle again, and supported me in it, but he professed to not have any desire for it himself. In fact, he was quite adamant about his disinterest.

But one day he had an epiphany that his attitude toward it were due to feelings tied to a previous relationship where they had briefly dabbled in the lifestyle (at his ex’s request). Having that realization wrought a change in his feelings about it and he opened himself up to the possibilities.

All of that combined to form the perfect storm on the night of our first visit to the Woodshed. Everything fell into place.

So on the drive home, we did a lot of talking. He expressed a lot of uncertainty about how far he wanted to go. I explained that I was fully willing to go as far as he wanted to, up to and including 24/7 total power exchange (TPE). In my mind I was rapidly going through all the different ways in which I could give up control to him. I kept throwing out ideas for the rules and restrictions he could place on me, things to give me structure and discipline. The littlest details made me giddy, like the thought of sitting at his feet with the other subs at the munches. I think I actually squealed with delight thinking about it.

Looking back, I think I might have completely blown his mind and overwhelmed him. Here I was, someone who’d already had experience in this area despite having been dormant for so long, feeling like I had awoken from a deep sleep, ready to jump back into life again. And there he was, having essentially just opened a door to a practically new, unknown plane of existence. He just wasn’t ready for everything I was so eager to do.

What we, or rather what I, decided to do was to just try to behave as if our relationship was TPE. I would give myself rules and restrictions, things that I felt would please him. I felt that this would give him an idea of what it would be like, without him actually having to take control and figure out what he wanted me to do. I thought it might be the easiest way to show him what it would be like.

One of the things I started doing in the first week after our trip was going to bed when he did at night, instead of staying up online for an hour or three after he’d gone to bed. I would undress him from head to toe, starting with his shoes and finishing with his underwear. Once he was naked I would kneel before him to suck his cock. Then he would fuck me on the bed in whatever position he chose, and go to sleep afterwards.

I tried to wait on him hand and foot, pouting whenever he got something for himself. I let him make all the decisions about any plans. I didn’t talk back to him or verbally spar with him as I am wont to do. I called him Sir. Whenever I got home before he did, I greeted him at the door in prostrate position.

All of that lasted for less than two weeks. He just was not comfortable with it. He said that he was used to doing things for himself. He also said he didn’t want to get used to any of it, because he felt like at any moment I would decide that I didn’t want to do it anymore. He didn’t want to try to assume control in anything, because he expected that at some point I would rebel. He couldn’t get invested because he knew I am not truly submissive.

And as much as I would like for it to be otherwise, he’s right. To me, it’s a nice idea, but I just can’t do it all the time. I am a very willful creature. And moody. I can never be any one thing all the time. I can play at submission for a time, but it just doesn’t stick. It doesn’t come natural to me at all. Despite how much I love him and want to make him happy. How much I think I would enjoy his will being my own.

See, the first thing that got me interested in BDSM was the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Anne Rice, closely followed by Exit to Eden (the book, not the atrocious movie adaptation). The idea of forced submission that I would eventually abandon myself to was my supreme fantasy. I longed for a Castle or Village or Eden island resort where I would have no choice but to submit to the will of someone else. Essentially a world that does not and cannot exist at this time.

Where are we now, you might ask? Well, I submit myself to him on the infrequent occasions when he tells me he wants it, in whatever fashion he chooses. It may be that he explicitly tells me. Or he grabs me by the hair at the nape of my neck to direct me. Sometimes he just gives me a look or changes the tone of his voice. And then I do my best to give him the gift of my submission. I don’t fight it, I allow him to take it in his own way. For now, that’s how it works for us.

Epic weekend: Aftermath

[This is a follow-up post to the tale of my Epic Weekend. Click here for part one, part two and part three.]

Although it’s been a while, the tale of my Epic Weekend didn’t end at the Woodshed. What happened afterward was just as important. So now let’s slip comfortably back into that weekend, starting with the limo ride back to the hotel…

What a night it had been. I was buzzing with endorphins, my head was firmly rooted in the clouds, and the cheeks of my face would likely ache as much as the cheeks of my ass, only from smiling. In the back of the limo on the way back to the hotel, I was completely melted against Roland. Although we had a full load of 5 other people, for the ride back to the hotel nobody existed but he and I.
We had the limo driver stop at IHOP on the way back to the hotel so we could get some breakfast to go. I was in no shape to to be seen in public, or even walk really, as I was barely more than a puddle of goo. Roland went in with the others to order food and I stayed curled up in the back of the limo, smiling and sighing contentedly to myself. It took about 15 minutes for the orders to be ready and then we were on our way again.
Upon our arrival back at the hotel and before eating, I went into the master bedroom that Roland and I were sharing to turn on the water to fill the huge, pillared jacuzzi tub. There really wasn’t a whole lot of conversation while we each ate our breakfasts, at least not that I remembered. All I remember is being warm and fuzzy and floaty. And giggly. So very giggly.

By the time we finished eating, the tub was full of steaming-hot water. Roland and I excused ourselves to the bedroom and closed the door. The weekend was originally intended to be one filled with group debauchery. However, partially as a result of the unsexy news I got on the Friday before the trip and mostly because of how close I was feeling to Roland right at that moment, we spent the rest of our time that night alone.

I truly felt like a queen in this room.

He and I didn’t have much need for words at the time. We each undressed and slowly slipped into the inviting water of the tub. Of course, I could only sit very gingerly on the bottom. The hot water reignited the fire in my cheeks and made it difficult to sit in the tub at all. However, the encompassing warmth was worth any suffering.

While I washed the makeup from my face, Roland massaged my shoulders. After my face was clean, I let myself fall back against him and his arms wrapped around me. We sat like that but for a few moments before drowsiness threatened to overtake us. The hot water was just so very relaxing.

Roland broke the spell first, reaching over me to get my shower poof, loading it with peppermint soap, and then scrubbing my back and shoulders with it. He washed each of my arms in turn. Next he methodically worked the poof over my chest and breasts while still sitting behind me. When he finished, he gently nudged me forward so that he could stand, taking my hand to signal that I should stand as well. He washed the rest of my body in a thorough manner, paying careful attention to my sore behind. He put his hand on my shoulder, applied light pressure to let me know I should sit, and then he washed himself.

Once we were both clean and rinsed, Roland again took my hand and stood, pulling me up with him. Still holding my hand, he stepped out of the tub and helped me out as well. He grabbed a nearby towel and used to it to dry me off before drying himself. He stepped forward and kissed me while leading me a few steps to the bed.

I broke our kiss and spoke for the first time. I asked if he would make love to me. That sounds cheesy, I know. But generally, our sex tends to be very rigorous and sometimes rough. What I wanted that night was for him to be slow and sweet and I told him so. He agreed and lowered me to the bed.

He took his time kissing me all over my body and trailing his fingertips over every square inch of my skin. I sighed, gasped, moaned, and whimpered. My whole body was awake and tingling. Finally after an unknown length of time, he moved between my legs and slid his cock into my pussy. We moved against each other, matching rhythm, with my legs wrapped around his waist and our lips locked together.

I had been playing with clit and was getting close to orgasm. He had pulled away from our kiss, standing up on his knees and I could see by his expression that he was close as well. Looking into his eyes, I made another request, “When we cum, will you tell me that I belong to you? That you love me? And say my name?” He looked a little confused and asked me if I did not already know. I replied that I just wanted to hear him say it.

Less than a minute later, the moment had arrived. As he thrust harder and faster, he looked into my eyes and said to me, “Did you not know… that even before tonight… even before the ‘Shed… you have always belonged to me. You are mine. I love you, Tonya.” As soon as the words were said, I burst into tears and we both exploded. There is no question that it was the biggest, best, and longest orgasm I have ever had in my life. My whole body quaked and shaked and the trembling afterward seemed to last forever. He collapse into my arms and for one of the few times in our history, we fell asleep almost immediately, entangled in each other’s arms.

The next morning (which was only a few hours later, actually, as the sun was just rising when we went to sleep) we were still wrapped around each other and I’ve never felt so close to him. We could hear the others moving about and packing up to go. Roland and I were going to be staying for another day, but everyone else had to return home that afternoon.

We went for a late breakfast/early lunch with everyone. All during the meal, I was in a state to which I am completely unaccustomed: I was giggly and blushy and bashful. I was practically Velcroed to Roland’s side. I felt like a young girl in love for the first time. Jane and Lucy had both known me for about a decade and neither had ever seen me behave anything remotely close to that. Everyone teased me incessantly, even our waittress, but all I could do was giggle and bury my face in Roland’s shoulder.

After we parted ways with the rest of the group, we went grocery shopping to get stuff for dinner because we planned to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening curled up watching movies in the room. It was just a quiet, relaxing time spent luxuriating in the newfound closeness in our relationship. As we didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, we went to bed around 10pm, but not before making love once more.

It was the best ending for the best, most epic weekend of my life.

[Please, follow along as I tell you about what life is like for us 6 months after that weekend.]

Wanton Wednesday – Backyard bliss

This is a piece I actually wrote almost 2 years ago, when I first decided I wanted to give sex blogging a shot. I recently borrowed a new, better mic from a friend and I wanted to test it out. I thought this would be perfect for a test recording. It went so well that I want share it with everyone today.

Please join me for some:
Backyard bliss

Posted in participation with Wanton Wednesday, hosted by Dangerous Lilly.
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