The real-life adventures of a girl who is willing to try just about anything.


Sinful Sunday – Underneath

He and I had a really tough day on Friday. We were too emotionally and physically exhausted to do anything but pass out Friday night. But yesterday morning? I climbed on top of him and fucked him and he fucked me in a way we never have. It was make-up sex. It was relationship-affirming sex. It was raw, intense, and brutal. His cock felt like a bull in the china shop of my pussy. I think he bruised all of my inner organs. When he flipped me off of him (because my hips locked up as they will when I ride him really hard) this is what was underneath.

drizzled with our love

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.
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Delectable Diva – part 2

Immediately after I got off work, I went home to pick him up and we went out to dinner with his parents, which is the tradition for Wednesday evenings. It also served to dampen my lust just a bit. Dinner was followed by a trip to three different Walmarts in search of a particular board game for our Saturday night NYE game night, and finally a return home.
It was almost bedtime, so I was in the bedroom, about to get undressed for the bed. I was standing next to the bed when Roland came up behind me and started kissing my neck. My neck is one of those “instant on” erogenous zones of my body. Immediately I get wet, even with the barest touch of his lips. It was unexpected so that makes my reaction even stronger. Instantly my flesh was covered in chill bumps and a moan escaped me. I reached up to the archway for balance because it also made me feel light-headed at the rush.
He continued to kiss and nibble my neck, quickly moving to breathe in my ear and bite at my earlobe. Less than 60 seconds after he first touched me and I was already putty in his hands, which he then reached around me to squeeze and play with my breasts and nipples. With each squeeze, my pussy contracted and my clit twitched. His hands work magic on my body, I’m telling you!
Next he deftly stripped us both of all of our clothes, allowing them to pool at our feet. He trailed his fingertips and fingernails all over my body, making me jump and writhe and moan and gasp. Every inch of my skin felt electrified. At this point I was practically clinging to the archway to hold myself up, wishing desperately for a cross to which I could be attached and lean against. Little did I know how much weaker I was about to be!
Very suddenly after all of those teasingly light caresses, he gave my right ass cheek a resounding SLAP! I felt wetness drip from my pussy lips. He immediately followed with another smack to the left cheek. Apparently that was just a warning to me, because from that point he slapped one and then the other, back and forth and sometimes more than once on the same cheek until I couldn’t stand still. Hell, I could barely stand.
I asked him then if I could move to the bed and he answered by leading me there. I crawled onto the edge of the bed, assuming the position: ass up, face down. He resumed his swats, giving me the most thorough spanking I have had in years! My poor tushy was on fire! Tears welled in my eyes and it wasn’t long before I was whimpering and even flinching in anticipation of the next hit.
Because he knows me so well and reads me and my body like a book, despite being an almost complete novice at spanking, he stopped right at the moment when I was beginning to seriously wonder if I would be able to take any more. He dragged his nails across my raw and tender cheeks. And then admired his handiwork.
“Baby, you should see how red your ass is. I can’t believe how marked up you are!” This prompted me to tell him that he needed to get my camera to take some pictures. Once he got a couple of nice ones, he showed them to me. My heart leapt with glee, as it had been a very long time indeed since my ass had been lit up like that!

We put the camera down and then he moved up behind me on the bed, his magnificent cock rock hard and ready. He pushed his cock into my drenched pussy and again I moaned, very loudly. I loved the way it felt when he pressed up against my tingling ass. With each thrust his pelvis smacked against me, keeping the pain fresh.
Unfortunately, I was not able to remain on my knees for long since I’d already been there for a while and my bad hip started screaming at me. That’s not a good pain at all! So he flipped me over, spread my legs wide, and shoved himself inside of me again. Now instead of his pelvis against my cheeks, I felt the friction of the sheets underneath as I moved with his rhythm.
The novelty of our new activities didn’t leave much of a need for anything to enhance the excitement, but I wanted some dirty talk anyway. We exchanged dirty snippets of details from the night before to egg each other on. Thinking about another man’s cock inside me only made him fuck me harder. Finally with a jerking spasm, Roland shot his hot orgasm into my pussy. I felt it spill over and run down the crack of my ass.
By this time it was well past our bedtime, so Roland crawled to his side of the bed and was soon asleep. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and perform my bedtime tasks of brushing my teeth and hair. Also, I had to spend some time admiring my rosy-red ass. Normally my skin will mark well, but it always fades quickly, so I wanted to enjoy it while I could!
The next morning, it all seemed a bit like a dream and I’d mostly forgotten it. Until I staggered from the bed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for my morning pee. Youch! I was still tender! After I finished my business, I again looked in the mirror. If anything, my marks were darker than they were the night before! All along the crack of my ass and at the outer edge of my cheeks was bruised and red. I couldn’t believe it!
My ass was too tender to sit for more than half an hour at a time all the next day at work. I would sit for a bit and then stand for a bit. Basically sitting until my ass hurt and then standing until my back started to ache. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. I would text Roland periodically throughout the day, to share my progress. And of course my pussy throbbed right along with my cheeks. Nothing makes me hornier than to be physically reminded by my body of previous abuse, hehe.
Before going to sleep the night before, I had asked him if we could go shopping to buy me a new outfit to wear out the next evening. His/our new friend had invited us to a fetish/burlesque show at a local nightclub. I was anxious to meet her and wanted to look hot. So after work on Thursday afternoon, we headed to the mall in hopes of finding a sexy new outfit for me. Unfortunately, it was an almost fruitless search. I was able to get two pairs of hot thigh-high stockings to go with a sexy outfit I’ve had for a while and don’t wear often, mostly because I’d forgotten about it.
There was no frisky playtime that night, because we were both tired after a long day. And I think we both wanted to save up our sexual energies for our hot date the following evening! I did make my first actual direct contact with her, though. I was getting nervous at the thought of meeting someone and trying to dress up to impress her. As a performer in burlesque shows herself, I considered her to be something of an expert and I was a bit intimidated by the possibility of her scorn. So I emailed her to ask if she had plans prior to the show, to see if she wanted to come over and help me get ready. Also I figured it would give us some low-pressure casual time to talk and get acquainted in a comfortable environment. Unfortunately she said that, while she would normally love the idea, she did actually already have plans beforehand and would be meeting us at the club. I thanked her anyway and told her how much I was looking forward to it.
Try as I might, I could not quell the butterflies in my tummy throughout my work day on Friday! All I could think about was the evening ahead and all of the prospects it held.

Asking for sex

Today’s post was inspired when I followed the divine Lady Grinning Soul to this post about how to ask for sex.

This topic, of how to ask for sex, has recently come up with me and my man. We’ve been together just over 5 years now, and the topic of sex has always been… a precarious one? My sex drive has always been way higher than his, but in the beginning that was largely due to him being terribly reserved and repressed. He has finally relaxed and let go A LOT, but until about a month ago, I was still conditioned to the way he used to be. I’d been rejected. Often. So I didn’t like to ask for sex, because I always felt like he would turn me down.

To complicate matters, I’ve always preferred sex to be spontaneous (who doesn’t, right?). I know that’s hard to accomplish when we are busy adults with families, jobs, school, and/or whatever other priorities we have. But asking for it, or even planning, just never feels right to me. He always goes to bed before I do, and I would try to be subtle and ask him if he wanted me to go to bed with him. But he never really picked up on the hint. Finally I had resorted to trying to be silly so I could play it off like a joke if he said no. “Do you want to sex me?” “Will you put your cock in me?” Things of that nature. We had a big talk about a month ago, when he told me that those things are very UNsexy for him and have the opposite effect than I’m seeking.

He told me that the best way to ask was non-verbally. If I want sex when he is going to bed, I should just go to bed with him and start making moves. He suggested kissing/nibbling his neck and/or earlobes. Or just going directly to his cock and start sucking it. If we are cuddling in bed, I’ll pull my hair out of the way and tell him to kiss my neck. That is one of my top erogenous zones, so it always makes me gasp and moan, which then turns him on, and things just go from there.

Since we’ve been on this non-verbal initiation, he hasn’t turned me down a single time. We are now having the best sex of our entire relationship. I can’t say it’s all due to the change in how I ask for sex, because there are definitely A LOT of other factors. But has definitely played a large part, I think. And I still do occasionally just tell him that I need him to fuck me. ๐Ÿ™‚

Delectable Diva – part 1

It began Monday evening when I said to my love, “As you know, tomorrow night, I will be seeing my Seth. Since the teenager is out of the house and you will be home alone, perhaps you should find a girl to entertain.”
“You know I won’t be able to do that,” he replied. “I’ll probably sit in front of the computer until I’m too bored to stay awake and then I’ll go to bed.”
The next morning, however, I received an email in which he tells me that he decided to test the waters anyway. Lo and behold, he chanced upon a lady who happened to be in town visiting relatives for the holiday and had a free evening. He linked me to her profile and for a few moments while I devoured every detail contained therein, I was sincerely disappointed that I would not be available to meet her that evening as well, because she seemed divine. I gave him my full blessing to go wherever the evening took them, only giving the rules that he must be protected and that I get all details later.
I went directly from work that afternoon to the hotel room I’d booked for myself and Seth, all the while thinking of what would be transpiring elsewhere with my love. Although my Seth was very sweet, eager and earnest, the details of my evening don’t bear repeating, as it was wholly unsatisfying and disappointing. I feel terrible for saying that, though, because it was through no fault of his. It’s just that he is very vanilla and my tastes are far kinkier these days. I’ve found that I’m far more interested in spice than sugar, which I didn’t fully realize until that night. I would never be able to tell him that, because I think it would break his heart. He may very well be the sweetest boy I’ve ever known and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him.
Since I’d gone from work to the hotel room and then back to work the following morning, Ron and I did not get the chance to talk about the events of our separate evenings beyond the text he sent just after midnight: “I wore that bitch out! ;)” Instead we exchanged details via email:
to me:
You said you wanted details.
We met for dinner at 7:00 as planned. She had shrimp alfredo and I had stuffed flounder. It was pretty tasty. She can’t get hushpuppies in Berlin, so Gene’s wasn’t a bad choice. We made small talk about international travel, dating on OkCupid, FetLife, and what we do for a living – turns out she’s a singer who can do opera, ska/punk and swing.
After dinner we came back to the house to play Pirate Fluxx (turns out she loves to Fluxx). After three games of calling each other Captain and saying “arr matey” to draw extra cards, I asked if she wanted to play again or do something else. She said “That’s up to you, Captain.”
I asked her if she wanted to wrestle (she had mentioned it earlier during dinner) and she agreed.
I led her by the hand to the bedroom and we began making out standing at the foot of the bed. Before long however, we were rolling around on the bed, kissing, biting, sucking, and pulling at each others’ clothing. I had her naked first and pinned her down and fingered her to orgasm. Round one went to me. ๐Ÿ™‚
When she recovered I allowed her to wrestle the rest of my clothes off. I fucked her face until she gagged, then put on a condom and entered her. I fucked her pussy deep and hard with one of her legs over my shoulder. We rolled around a bit and ended up doggy style with her watching my reflection until I came.
We rested for a bit. She got frisky again and started trying to tickle me. I wouldn’t have any of that! So I wrestled her into position and spanked her bare white ass into submission. Then I rolled her onto her back and fucked her again. She moaned and writhed underneath me as my cock reached deep inside her cunt, stimulating her where most cocks can’t reach. She came again (she later said that it was the first time she’s had a cervical orgasm from fucking). I came again.
More small talk while we rested. She started to get frisky again – provoking me by poking me in the sides. More making out. She asked me if I would take her from behind, so I obliged. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to finish, as I was a bit raw by this point. I went deep, and changed pace a few times, smacking her raw ass a few times for good measure, pushing her down into the mattress, ass up, head down. It took a while, but I finally finished – she didn’t seem to mind how long it took. ๐Ÿ˜‰
After she came back from the bathroom, she flopped down and said “Congratulations, I’m exhausted!”
It was about midnight at this point, and time for her to go home (she had an appointment with her sister to do her hair at 10:00am). So she got dressed and we kissed goodnight at the front door.
to him:
Yeah, you definitely had WAY more fun than I did. I won’t even bore you with details.
to me:
Aww. I’m sorry baby. Did you have any fun at all? You at least got to enjoy being worshipped, right?
to him:
Fun? Meh, not really. He did worship me, but it wasn’t anywhere close to what you do. If you’ve ruined me for other men, I just don’t know what I’m going to do. ๐Ÿ˜›
to me:
I wasn’t aware that anything I do is ‘worship’. Hmm.
While I did intend to ruin you for other men in general, I didn’t mean to ruin *everything* for you with other men. ๐Ÿ˜‰
to him:
Whether you intend to or not, your touch feels like worship and adoration.
I spent the rest of the day aching and horny, longing for the touch of his hands and his magnificent cock. Little did I know then just how much of both I would be getting later on!

Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby

I know. What a generic title, right?

I’ve been thinking a bit about an introductory post. About me. About this blog. About sex. Yes, I know I already have an intro post of sorts. But it doesn’t really say much other than “thanks for stopping by” and “good things to come.” Bah. What kind of horseshit is that?? 
What it all comes down to is this: I love sex. All kinds of sex and everything about it. Especially talking about it. I have been thinking and obsessing about sex as far back as I can remember. Basically all of my life. I’ve been masturbating since I was 2 and fantasizing about various sexual acts since I was about 8. I maybe didn’t quite have complete knowledge of all the mechanics, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
Before you inquire about the source of my precociousness: no, I was never a victim of any sort of sexual abuse. Believe me, I’ve wondered that myself. I could never grasp exactly from whence my awareness of sexuality came. I always thought there had to be something wrong with me, that something must have happened to bring this about. But I have full recollection of my childhood as a normal, happy one. There are no periods of time for which I cannot account. Nothing that would indicate any sort of repressed memories. This is just how I am naturally.
I started this blog a year and a half ago just to give myself a place to share details that most would not be comfortable reading or seeing in my other online venues. If you look back, you’ll see that I posted a few times but then kind of lost interest. Recently I have found myself in another sexual reawakening (I swear it happens at least once a year, hehe). This time I really want to put more into it. 
I used to be the girl that wanted to post about everything that happened to me. For some reason, I decided not to put myself out there like that for a long while. I reigned myself in. I won’t say I’ve been miserable ever since, but I’ve definitely felt a distinct longing. An itch that I haven’t been able to scratch. Now I know how to scratch it and it makes me want to claw my skin off, expose everything underneath for all to see. It’s a slow process, however, because I’ve learned that once you fall out of the habit of writing, it’s kind of hard to get back into it. But I’m trying.
There will be some design changes soon, a new home URL, and eventually… a podcast. I’m greatly looking forward to it. I have lots of stories to tell. There may not be anything inherently unique about them. And they may not be as exciting as some that you may read elsewhere. But they’re my stories, and I think I tell them well. I hope you’ll stick around with me to find out. ๐Ÿ™‚

Sinful Sunday – On the hood

We went out to a nightclub last night with another couple. It was supposed to be a seduction/fetish-themed night, so I was dressed on the slutty side in a short denim skirt with plaid pleats, black lace-top stockings, and fuck-me heels. The last couple of hours were spent drinking and shooting pool. Bending over the table and showing off my black ruffle-butt panties to everyone in the room made me extremely wet. As did my boyfriend sliding those panties down and off before we left the club. I masturbated furiously in the passenger seat on the way home.

Backyard Bliss

The mid-afternoon air was hot and muggy when I opened the door from the bedroom out to the back deck. A light breeze cooled the sweat that instantly coated our naked bodies in a thin sheet of salty moisture. He reached around me and quickly squeezed my breasts before leaning down to kiss and nibble at my neck. As he pressed against me, I felt that his cock was already rigid with excitement at the business we were about to undertake. I giggled and pulled away to step gingerly across the deck. With my tender, bare feet I carefully avoided the relentless carpet of leaves, pine needles, cypress cones, and other tree shrapnel littering the boards.

Before I could reach the stairs, he gently pushed me against and over the rail so that I was looking down into the yard. My nipples and breasts were crushed against the rough wood and the sensation sent a gush of wetness to intermingle with the sweat already dripping down my legs. His fingers probed to test the wetness and find my clit. I moaned and shivered despite the heat outside.

โ€œPatience, my love,โ€ I panted at him. (more…)


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