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Sinful Sunday – On the way home

I’m so behind on all of my blogging, but hopefully I’ll be caught up soon. I can’t miss out on Sinful Sunday, though!

This picture was taken this past Monday when we were driving home from Orlando. Sitting on my tender bruised tushy and reliving my first trip to the dungeon on Saturday night over and over in my mind made me unbelievably horny. Adding fuel to the fire were thoughts of all of the possibilities now that our relationship has added a new dynamic. I still get all swoony. I could not keep my hands off my pussy. I also could not get off, no matter how hard I tried. But it didn’t stop me from trying! πŸ˜‰

My poor, abused clitty

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Wanton Wednesday – Taking it all off

For my first foray into Wanton Wednesday I am happy to see that the theme is for animated gifs. A long, long time ago, when I was just discovering what a smutty, voyeuristic, exhibitionist girl I am, I had a friend take some photos of me and make them into an animated gif. He directed every pose. These were taken and combined on April 29, 1999.

So young and innocent. Did I really think this was sexy?
Ahh, the days of old. I made this for a man I was talking to in Alaska, who thoroughly enjoyed it.

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Tonight I just wanted to make a quick post, a quick recap of recent events. But SO MUCH has happened that I find it hard to narrow it all down, to just give the abridged version. I’m not very good at glossing over details. Really there’s just one thing I want to talk about, above all others.

With that being said, I’m finding it most difficult to find the words to even begin to talk about this weekend. It was beyond a doubt THE! BEST! weekend of my life up to this point. I have not been able to wipe off this giddy, shit-eating, blushing grin off my face for the past two days. It is just not possible to describe the happiness that I feel right now. I am alternately swooning and giggling and feeling faint and gasping for air and leaking tears of joy. The only phrase that comes close to capturing this level of emotion is, “my cup runneth over” and how incredibly cliche is that??

Right now I am more in love than I have ever been. And I feel truly and completely ownedβ€”mind, body, and soul. For the first time, I feel like I truly belong to someone. With someone. And nothing can make me feel more content than that.

Sinful Sunday – Cheeks ablaze

Last night I went to the Happiest Place on Earth. No, fuck that giant rodent that rules central Florida. I’m talking about a wondrous place in Orlando called the Woodshed. Although only two hours to the south, somehow I’d never been before. It will not be long before they know me on a first name basis by my ass, if I have my way about it. πŸ˜‰ More to come about that soon. Until then, let me share with you the happiness of our glowing cheeks.

mmmm… I love to be in the middle

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Losing it

In at least this post (by the absolutely divine Lady Grinning Soul, who I can’t imagine you’re not reading, but if you are not, you MUST!) and several tweets this past week, the subject of losing one’s virginity has been tossed about. As this is a topic I’ve had on a list for myself anyway, now seems like the perfect time to jump on it.

But first, a note that some might find curious. I do not consider the instance of losing my virginity the same as the first time I had sex. I’m sure you’ll understand as you read on. πŸ™‚

I lost my virginity when I was 16 (and a half). The “honor” was supposed to go to the love of my life at the time, Chuck. It almost happened, too, one night when my sister and I had snuck (sneaked?) out of my bedroom window to hang out with him and his best friend, Marlan. However, he and I both had the restraint to know it should happen somewhere slightly more dignified than atop a washing machine in the coin laundry at the back of the apartment complex in our neighborhood. I wouldn’t finally have sex with Chuck for more than another 8 months (and it still wouldn’t be my first time) but through a strange chain of events, I did lose my virginity to his best friend exactly one month later. That’s really not as bad as it sounds.
Quick aside: My sister (2 years my junior) and I were very close in high school and were often partners in crime. Crime being sneaking out and skipping school. My mother was very overbearing and overprotective, not allowing us any sort of freedom to be regular teenagers. So we took our freedom where we could. We didn’t really do a whole helluva lot during those excursions. Sometimes Chuck would drive us around the general vicinity of where we lived, or down to the beach. Sometimes we’d go to someone’s house and hang out. Sometimes we would just wander our neighborhood. In retrospect, we were two very careless but VERY lucky girls, because nothing bad ever happened to us.
The night I lost my virginity actually began the night before that. My sister and I had once again snuck out to roam the streets of our neighborhood. After a bit, we met up with Marlan, his brother, and another guy from the neighborhood, Ronnie (no, not for anything like that!). As you can imagine, at 1am in the morning there really isn’t much to do out on the streets for a group of teenagers with no car (for reasons I can’t recall, Chuck and his car were not around that night). We quickly grew bored. Marlan’s brother decided to just go home and go to bed. The remaining 4 of us decided to sneak back into my room. I stole one of my grandmother’s beers from the fridge (yes, just one, so daring!) and brought it back to my room.
Passed around, the single can of beer did not last very long. Our next bright idea was to play a game of Spin the Bottle/7 Minutes in Heaven. However, we did not have a bottle so we used an aerosol canister just like this one instead.

And with only 4 people, the game had to be modified a bit. The plan was person 1 would spin and then whoever it landed on would spin. If it landed back on person 1, provided it was someone of the opposite sex, then they would go into the closet. If not, it would keep going around until it went 1-2-1. And so the game began. 
It needs to be said here, I had no desire or intention to make out with either of these guys. Ronnie (his family were called the Roachheads… you know how mean kids are) was gross and I knew my sister had a thing for Marlan. They were left alone together the night of the aforementioned laundromat incident, and while they didn’t have sex, I assume they at least made out. So really, I set this up for my sister’s benefit. Because I’m a good sister like that. Or something. And I had a boyfriend anyway. No, not Chuck. He was just my best friend. My boyfriend was Bo. We’ll get to him later. What?? I was a teenager! No judging! πŸ˜›
Anyway, the game went for a few rounds before the necessary conditions were met. For brevity’s sake (and because I don’t remember the EXACT way it went down), we’ll say it went something like this: me > Ronnie (shudder) > my sister > me (weird) > Marlan > me. Rut roh! I just kinda froze. Marlan said, “What? You don’t think I’ll do it? I’ll do it!” I looked at my sister, who looked very disinterested, so I looked back at Marlan and replied in a daring tone I didn’t really feel, “Oh, I’ll do it too, I don’t care!” He replied, “All right, let’s do this then.” And with another brief look at my sister who was still uninterested, he and I went into my closet and shut the door.
We didn’t start kissing right away. We talked for a bit first. I told him that I was surprised he wanted to do this with me, that I thought he liked my sister. (Quick note about my sister: everybody liked my sister more because she was 14 with DDs. Quick note about Marlan: he was the “it” boy and always had a new girlfriend. Quick note about me: my sister had DDs, so my Cs couldn’t compare and I didn’t get a lot of attention.) He said he did, but that he has liked me ever since he found out that I was that girl from the third grade. 
A bit of history: I moved around a lot as a kid. 21 different schools between kindergarten and high school graduation. No, my parents weren’t in the military, they just always hoped the grass would be greener somewhere else. I did, however go to the same school here in my hometown from second until fifth at the same elementary school and started the sixth grade center with the same kids. One of whom was Marlan. I think he was actually in my second, third, AND fourth grade classes. But in third grade, he bet $1 against his best friend, Wade, that he could get me to “go out with him” first. I was a very popular, pretty, smart, blonde-haired little girl and they were both cute little Cub Scouts. So they both set to writing me those “Do you like me? Will you be my girlfriend? Check yes or no” notes. But Wade’s desk was closer, so I got his note first, and said yes immediately. Poor Marlan lost $1, which in 1985 was still a decent amount of money for a little kid.
I moved away about 6 weeks into sixth grade, but we moved back here for good in 1990. Over Christmas break of that year, we moved into the house where this story takes place. As a result I ended up going to the same high school as I would’ve attended had we never moved away. This little bit of third grade history had only recently been discovered by Marlan. I remembered him immediately by name, but not specifically that incident. However, upon recounting people and things we remembered, I mentioned going out with Wade and thus jogged Marlan’s memory.
After Marlan said that he liked me, he kissed me. I remember thinking that he smelled like corn dogs and deodorant. We kissed for a bit, but then he stopped to tell me that I’m a much better kisser than my sister. Then the making out really commenced.

I don’t know for sure how long we were in the closet, but it was much longer than 7 minutes. We were in there so long that when we finally came out, my sister and Ronnie had snuck back out the window because they were bored waiting for us. So we went to go find them.

They hadn’t gone very far, just around the block. I think we walked around for maybe half an hour before we decided to call it a night. We all made plans to meet up again the following night.

The next night, my sister and I anxiously awaited for my mom to leave for work. We gave her our usual 15-minute window and then out my window we went. We walked around for about an hour without running into anyone and even went to Marlan’s house to toss pebbles at his window, but got no response. Finally we decided we were tired, gave up, and went home.

Once we got home, we changed into our pajamas and crawled into bed. She and I were sharing a room and a full-sized bed at that point, because someone was living with us and she didn’t want to share a room with our youngest sister. I had just closed my eyes when I heard tapping at my window. It was Marlan. My sister said she wasn’t going out again, that she was going to sleep. So I let him into the window and he and I went into the closet again, closing the door behind us.

We did more talking than making out that night, probably for a couple of hours, at least. Finally he leaned over and kissed me. Again, I noticed he smelled like corn dogs. We only made out for a few minutes before he said he wanted to have sex. Thinking about it right now and looking back, I can’t remember that moment at all. So many other tiny details of that night are crystal clear, but that one is wrapped in haze. I don’t know exactly what he said to me or what my response was. Like I said, before the previous night, I hadn’t really had much interest in him at all. So it’s not like I was just waiting for him to ask.

At any rate, the space in my closet was really too cramped to do anything more than make out, so we opened the closet door and peeked out. My sister was asleep and snoring. The clock read 4:11am. We stretched out on the floor at the foot of my bed, half in and half out of the closet.

For the next few minutes, everything happened very quickly. He got on top of me and kissed me. We took our clothes off: me only my shorts and panties, he everything but his socks. He fingered my pussy briefly. When he started to get on top of me again, I asked him if he had a condom. He stopped and replied that he didn’t. We just laid there for a minute.

Believe me when I tell you that I know now and I definitely knew then how ridiculous this next part was. It all happened so fast that I didn’t really have time to think or to react rationally. So please, forgive that poor, stupid 16-year-old girl.

He said to me, “If I go pee first, it will be okay.”

“You can’t use my bathroom! My grandmother is asleep on the couch!”

Instead he climbed out my bedroom window wearing only his socks and pissed in my backyard. He was back in under a minute.

He lay on top of me again, not even bothering to kiss me first. He was moving between my legs and I just kind of laid there, stunned at what had just happened, waiting for it to be over. I didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t know how to stop this series of events. I don’t want to give the impression that I was raped, by any means, because I did consent, even if I didn’t want to do it. He was having trouble entering me and I asked him if he needed help down there. He said that he did not and finally put his small penis into my vagina. Thirty seconds later it was all over. You’ve heard the expression “2 pumps and a dump”? That’s literally how it was. He went in-out-in-out and then shot a little pool on my belly. I’ve always said it felt better when he fingered me than when he fucked me, and his fingers were bigger, too.

After he spewed, he laid down on the floor next to me for less than a minute. Then he told me that I’m a better lay than my sister is. I kid you not. Again, exact words escape me here, but that’s the gist. I asked him when he fucked her and he told me it was two weeks prior. He got up, put on his clothes, lit a cigarette, said he had to get home before his dad woke up, and left out the window. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:18am. I had not moved at all since he came back in the window from pissing in my backyard.

All I could think about was that I couldn’t believe I’d made sex out to be such a big deal. That was it??? I’d been thinking and obsessing about it for my whole life. My biggest fear was dying a virgin. One of my common phrases for how much I didn’t want to do something was, “I’d rather die a virgin.” Yet there it was. Over. Done with. And I felt nothing.

I got up, pulled on my panties and shorts, went to the bathroom to clean his cum off my belly and pee. Numbly, I went to bed and fell asleep. It was October 10, 1991.

My alarm clock went off a few hours later and somehow I dragged myself out of bed to catch the bus to go to school. On the short ride to school, my sister and I decided that we didn’t feel like going. Once we arrived at school and got off the bus, we immediately met up with her friend and my best friend and the 4 of us walked off campus, in the direction of my house. There is a community college between my high school and my neighborhood, and when we skipped school we would walk there to catch the city bus to go wherever we wanted to go instead. Halfway across the college campus, we ran into Marlan and his brother, making their late walk to school since they’d missed the bus. His brother went on to school, but we’d convinced Marlan to skip school with us to go to my sister’s friend’s house.

He did not speak a single word to me that entire day, but instead spent the whole day trying to fuck my best friend. At first she was buying into his charm, until I told her about the night before and then she was having none of it.

The funniest part of the story is that my sister got in contact with him a few years later. They were hanging out one night and she brought him home to see me. (She had moved in with me and my roommates during her senior year of high school.) That night, he tried to get me to fuck him again. I laughed in his face. I wanted to say, “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you not remember that I’ve already been there and done that??” Instead, through some chain of events that I no longer recall, I got a picture of him naked, wearing only my black bra. I just spent 15 minutes fruitlessly digging through some boxes to find it so I could scan and post it. Don’t worry, I know I still have it somewhere and I WILL find it. πŸ˜‰

TMI Tuesday – Happy Valentine’s Day


Whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or think it’s a consumer-oriented, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance, just have yourself some fun by answering these TMI Tuesday questions.

1. Cupid is the god of desire, affection, and erotic love. As the myth goes, a person who is shot by Cupid’s arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire. On your behalf, who would you like Cupid to shoot?

Out of anyone in the whole world? Hrm… I really can’t think of anyone. I am surrounded by the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, immensely lovable and fuckable people in the world. And either I’ve had them, or will have them in my not-too-distant future, lol. However, there are some lovely folks on my Twitter over there in the UK and on the West Coast (yes, I’m talking to YOU! <3)…

Although, if we want to dip into the true fantasy realm of celebrity crushes, I would begin with Johnny Depp, Marisa Tomie, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Scarlett Johanssen, Ryan Reynolds, Jeff Goldblum, Jude Law, Clive Owen, Monica Belucci… but that’s boring.

OH! I KNOW! The cute pole dancer at our fave gay club that I like to call Pigtails! πŸ˜€

2. Earlier in the evening you had dinner at the Fook Yue Chinese Restaurant. You are feeling quite amorous. You open a fortune cookie in the bedroom. Three fortunes appear:
1- “Your patience will be rewarded.”  What would you like that reward to be?
See my answer below, lol.

2- “Try something new.”  What is the something new you want to try?
The only new thing I have been dying to try is being with two guys at once with and without double penetration. Because I’ve never done that before. Which is pretty shocking considering my sexual history. But somehow, it’s never happened. I’ve been in negotiations with my man to make this happen, so hopefully (probably NOT today for VDay) soon I can strike that from my list of never-dones.
3- ” ’tis better to give than receive.”  What would you like to give?
I’m always about giving mind-blowing, toe-curling, body-quaking, sheet-soaking, screaming orgasms. What about you? πŸ˜‰
3. If you were to write a special Valentine message (e.g., card, letter, etc.) what is that message?
To the only man that has ever captured me (without trying) and successfully kept me (without caging me), thank you for being a part of my life and allowing me to share the most intimate parts of you and our lives. I love you to the ends of the earth and back, until such time that time does not exist. You complete me. I am yours. <3
4. Are you doing something special for Valentine’s day or is it just another day?
I waver back and forth on this. I didn’t even think about what day it was until this morning as I was about to get dressed and my love came up behind me and delivered several stinging smacks to my ass, followed by a “Happy Valentine’s Day, schmoopie.” (Yes, that’s what he really calls me and it makes me want to giggle with glee. I call him Big Poppa. hehe) It’s never been a big deal for us. Sometimes it makes me sad that it’s not, but then on years like today when it’s just another day, he apparently has made some special, secret plans. πŸ™‚
5. You must give chocolate to your secret Valentine for Valentine’s Day. The chocolate is in the shape of your what?
My tongue, because that is definitely what I would offer to a secret Valentine. So he/she/they could use it as he/she/they wished. πŸ˜‰
You can make your own valentine heart candy. What is your message? (Go to this link. Create your candy. Post the generated Valentine candy on your blog).
I’ll have to come back and do this later from home. It’s blocked here at work.

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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

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TMI Tuesday – Let’s Go To Bed

It seems only natural that here at T is for TMI, I should participate in TMI Tuesday, so here I go!

TMI Tuesday this week was submitted by My Undercover Metamorphosis. Thank you! Show her some love, stop by her blog and say hello.

1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. What do you do? (choose one)
a. Have sex where ever we land first, who needs a bed?
b. Have sex on a single twin mattress
c. Have sex on an air mattress
d. Or? (tell us your solution)

d. Chances are if someone is coming over for sex, I’ve already got where I want it planned out in my mind. I’ll probably meet him/her/them at the door, greet his/her/their lips with mine and start stripping our clothes as soon as we get in the door. πŸ™‚

2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find. Why is it there?
Well, it’s not really in the bedroom, but in a little room off to the side that we call the sunroom, but it’s one of those universal weight bench machine things. It’s not mine, it’s the man’s. And it’s there presumably because he’s going to use it. Although in the almost 4 years we’ve lived in the house, it was down in the garage until about a year ago when it got moved upstairs. I’ve been thinking about cleaning it up and trying to use it as bondage furniture, hehe.

3. What are your favorite sheets?
a. Flannel
b. Cotton
c. T-shirt cotton (jersey)
d. Satin

b. Probably cotton. Honestly I don’t have a lot of experience with any sheets BUT cotton. Here in Florida, it’s probably too warm year-round for flannel, and while I like the feel of jersey sheets, I think they stretch out too easily. Cotton is much easier to care for, especially since we need to wash our sheets often. πŸ˜‰

4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? Why?
When he makes the bed, he always tucks the corners in and every time I get in the bed I have to kick them out. I can’t stand to have my feet all constricted under the covers. I usually sleep with one foot out from underneath the covers, also.

5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?
a.  8-10 pm
b. 10-12 midnight
c.  12-24
d. Whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer
d. Ideally I want to go to bed between 10-11pm, but that rarely happens. I have a very strange relationship with sleep. When I’m not doing it, it’s the LAST thing I want to do. But when I’m doing it, it’s the ONLY thing I want to do. Consequently I will often sit up until my eyes feel like they are made of chalk and I can barely hold my head open. I have too many smutty blogs to read and too much to keep up with on Twitter to get to bed any earlier!!

5. Do you sleep with closet door(s) shut or open? Bedroom door shut or open? Any particular reason why?
The closet doors are always closed because if our cat is in the room, she likes to eat my flip-flops. Or any plastic she finds on the ground. And I have a hard enough time keeping cat hair off most of my clothes from just being in the house, so we try to keep her out of the closet to keep her from getting hair on the clothes directly. We sleep with the bedroom door closed most of the time also. To keep the cat out if she’s not in there and because my teenage sister lives with us. She’s 17, but I do at least try to be somewhat discreet about sex and our nudity.

6. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex?
Yes, many times. My previous bed was an oak 4-poster that was given to my ex-girlfriend and myself when we moved into our first apartment together. I think it had already been broken before, because we only had it a week before we broke it while having sex. I had that bed for about 2 years after she and I broke up, through 2 different boyfriends and I broke it at least a few times with each of them. Finally it couldn’t be fixed and I had to get a waterbed. My ex-girlfriend and I also broke the wooden futon we had before that 4-poster, now that I think about it. And I’ve broken a wicker papasan chair. πŸ˜€ Oh, and during a particularly wild threesome with one of my girlfriends and her boyfriend, we somehow managed to pull down his HUGE waterbed headboard/bookshelf on top of us. That was a little bit scary because it was REALLY heavy!

7. What’s your favorite type of bed for sex?
Honestly, I don’t know that I have even a shred of preference. I do remember that having sex in my waterbed was quite a workout, though! πŸ˜‰

8. What do you sleep in?
a. Lingerie
b. Underwear
c. Day clothes
d. T-shirt
e. Nothing

e. Always naked. Even when it’s incredibly cold outside or someone else is sleeping in the bedroom with me. I’ve been sleeping naked since I was 13 years old. I cannot sleep very well if I have any clothing on at all.

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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. πŸ™‚


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