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Sinful Sunday – First pink

I wanted to get posted early this time, so I am digging up another one from my archives. This was going to be posted last week but… uh… something better presented itself, hehe. In the same vein of the week before last, I’m giving you another first.

My first pussy shots, taken April 29, 1999.

(I wanted to do a click-through, but I’m not as cool as some of you others, hehe)

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted at Molly’s Daily Kiss.
Click to see who else is in the pink this Sunday. 😉

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. 🙂
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. 😉
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. 😛
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. 😉
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!

It’s good to be me

I may very well be the luckiest and happiest girl in the whole damn world.

Not only do I have a man that loves, cherishes, treasures, spanks, spoils, and fucks the hell out of me with his MAGNIFICENT (and I don’t use that term lightly, my dears) cock. He also fully accepts me for who and what I am, without ever trying to tame me or rein me in. This blog is a prime example of that. He knows that my goal is to be a full-time blogger and that every detail of our personal lives is going to be put out there. And he is completely okay with that.
He and I have a wonderful open relationship. It hasn’t always been easy, of course. There have been some very tense moments and we’ve had to iron out some wrinkles here and there. There have been lots of talks and many tears. But after over 5 years, things are as close to perfect as they’ve ever been. The levels of trust, respect, and communication are through the roof. I really couldn’t ask for anything more.
Additionally, I have some amazing friends. Friends who let me and my man fuck them, who fuck us in return. I won’t say my life is like one big orgy all the time, but yeah, sometimes it is. I’ve been trying to think of a term for the type of relationships we all have. I mean, what do you call it when all of your friends fuck each other? We all have relationships with and respect and love each other, but it’s not exactly polyamory. I was thinking something along the lines of camaradamory or comradamory, but that’s quite a mouthful! Usually in more ways than one! Then again, wherefore is there any need to put a label on something that doesn’t really need to be defined?
Today I am excited and fully reveling in the awesomeness of my life because all morning I have been making plans for a weekend trip in two weeks. My man, 2 of our girlfriends, and I are taking a trip to a semi-local dungeon. By semi-local, I mean it’s 2 hours away. Living in the buckle of the Bible Belt in the southeast U.S., we don’t have anything remotely close to a dungeon here. One girlfriend (the one who’s on bottom in the pic from “In the loft”) booked a jacuzzi suite for us for the weekend. She agrees with my “the more, the merrier” mentality and said it was okay to invite some friends. In addition to my other girlfriend, the friend my girlfriend was fucking in the loft has been invited, but he most likely won’t be able to make it due to other conflicting plans. So my poor, darling man will be left to tend to and satisfy 3 hot, absolutely ravenous women! And of course I’ll be helping out, as well.
*sighing contentedly*
Yes, my life is good, indeed. And don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it afterward. With any luck, there will also be some photographs to share. 😉

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. 🙂

My gift to him

This entry was written by my former/sometimes submissive. He recently reposted it to his FetLife account after deleting it originally when our relationship ended. Reading it makes me feel divinely cruel and loving at the same time. We have remained friends, as we were friends long before we entered a D/s relationship, and this is posted with his permission.

As I returned home after departing my birthday dinner with my Mistress I hugged her tightly and got ready to settle down for the night. Suddenly my phone rang. My Mistress ordered me back to her car. Not sure what was going on I came to her driver side window as she told me to get back in. I took a deep breath and did as told looking to her curiously. 

As she left my house she started to tell me what a nice birthday gift it would be if I was made to touch myself for her on the beach for her. And that wasn’t all. How much more it would be if I was made to watch her do the same before I was allowed my gift.

Instantly my heart started racing and the nervousness that always leaps in these situations attacked full force. I started to feel very warm and sweating slightly. All the while her cock between my legs grew hard. Never before have I been made to do something in public like this. Never before have I been made to watch my Mistress touch herself in front of me.

We drove down a1a as I got more and more nervous. My heart pounding and her cock hard. We ended up at the pier and it was very dark out. No moon in sight and high tide seemed to be retreating. As she scouted the area I followed behind with shaky legs. Finally she decided that we would go onto the beach into the water and walk south to an area where there was exposed beach and rocks. As I followed she removed her pants and shirt and roamed into the water slightly as I stayed close to the sea wall.

Finally she decided on a large flat level rock for her spot. She spread out her pants to sit on and she ordered me to my knees before her in the sand. I did as told as my heart was beating fast and hard. My eyes darting around for anyone that may see or be coming. My fear of being found out was suddenly interrupted with her question. “Are you hard?” Before I could get out the words I feet her foot pressed against her cock between my legs. “Yes you are” she said and I became silent silent.

She pulled her new black panties to the side of her wet pussy. I knew cause I could smell and hear her touch. Followed by hearing her moans and her words to confirm the fact. I became frantic not knowing where to look. To look at my Mistress’s face and her moans, her hand playing with her clit, or around for someone that would catch us. She ordered me to pull my shorts to expose her property as she continued to play with herself.

I stayed still and on my knees with my hands behind my back holding onto the back of my shorts while she continued to touch and moan. She then told me to touch myself but I was not allowed to cum til she was done. I moved my right hand around and started to stroke. Moaning and stroking my left hand balanced myself on the rock as my body moved forward. Closer to her actions, scent, and sounds. I stroked hard while listening to her moans and sounds of fingers in wetness. I started to get carried away and had to stop touching as I wouldn’t be able to stop myself otherwise.

She took this time to reposition herself in a more comfortable reclining position and placed her legs spread in the air. Her feet against my body. I held to them not leaving a free hand to touch myself as she started again at a more furious pace. Evidently the change in position was much better for her pleasure as she rubbed and moaned harder. My breathing getting harder and my eyes looking less around and more to her hands and pussy I suddenly heard and felt her start to cum. Her feet pushing against me hard as her body shuddered. She suddenly stood and just said “finish”.

I started to stroke hard. My hand back on the rock to balance as suddenly her hand suddenly swiped fully across my face and mouth with all of the juices left from her pussy. Instantly the taste and smell overwhelmed me completely. All I could taste and smell was her as I stroked. She stood close next to me as I moaned loudly not caring if anyone could hear at that point. I came hard onto the rock and sand on my knees with my Mistress standing over me. Collapsing against the rock spent and head spinning all I could think of was how much I loved my Mistress and how lucky I am to be her slave.

Thinking about that night makes me so wet. I think I shall have to repeat the experience again sometime. His birthday is only a few months away…

Sinful Sunday – First and Last Flash

Sorry, I know this is late, but it’s still Sunday for us. 🙂 For about another hour and a half. So I’m squeaking this one in at the last minute.

I’ve been thinking about something to post this Sunday, and I haven’t had any good sexual adventures recently, so I’m digging something up from the vaults. WAY up from the vaults. I give you now the very first digital topless picture ever taken of me. It was taken on January 22, 1998 with my friend’s webcam.

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.


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