Monthly Archive for July, 2008

Busy Week

I’m so behind in blogging. But then I haven’t been home much the past few days to catch up. Last night I cleared out of the apartment so Davey could get some. *grin* I went and hung out with S. and we met up with a reader of this blog. We had a good time and of course a lot of talk was about sex (as per usual with me and S.)

Monday night I saw MasterDoc. We mostly hung out, but then he decided to fuck me. Hooray! And thankfully after my freak out on Sunday he merely teased me and made me wait for an orgasm (a few actually). But the interesting thing this time is that I was charged with the task of not letting my muscles push his cock out when I come. This is hard because my vaginal muscles bear down hard when I orgasm and they frequently push cocks out (much to my chagrin). So while I came I had to focus on not letting those muscles spasm like usual, and making sure that his cock was well inside me when they were going to be spasming. I actually managed to do a pretty good job. We fucked for a while, first with him taking me from behind, then with me riding him on top. Funny how I manage to find stamina when I’m having sex with someone. (Stamina I seem to lack when exercise is concerned!) I was still really horny after the other night when he denied me. When we spoke about it on Sunday, he pointed out that that wasn’t the first time he’s denied me orgasm. This is true but this was the first time he got me so thoroughly worked up before denial. Now that we’ve been training me to be able to stay at the edge of orgasm I can maintain a high level of arousal for a longer period of time. Previously when he denied me my arousal would subside fairly quickly. On Saturday night it didn’t subside at all. I dread the day when he decides to deny me again. I’ll have to find constructive ways of coping with the frustration. I hope at least he’ll let me masturbate the next day like he did on Sunday. That was the only way I could calm down. I got out the magic wand and went to town (my trusty bullet vibe was not enough!) I’m feeling ravenously horny these days. I feel like myself again.  (Yay for wellbutrin counteracting the side effects of prozac!)

Last Saturday, MasterDoc let me ride the sybian. He teased me for a little while, then gave me the control and told me to make myself orgasm. Yes, I was very lucky and some of you might be thinking I shouldn’t have complained at not getting an orgasm later that night, but I cannot have too many orgasms. I would love one day to try out making me orgasm over and over until I have to cry uncle. I wonder how long I’d last. Ah, orgasms are good things.

That evening, I had my collar on and was helping do stuff around the apartment. He had me sit down for a while while he went through papers and such. At some point, he hit upon the idea that it would be hot if I stood, waiting at his beck and call. And I have to say for the first few minutes it was hot. But after several minutes, standing in one place is really uncomfortable and I got cranky. I was so relieved when he noticed my rocking back and forth on my heels to deal with the discomfort and he let me sit down. I had been good and didn’t open my mouth to complain, but I had been hoping he’d notice I was having a hard time standing still.

Friday afternoon was a lot of fun. MasterDoc had hoped to give me a good beating that day, but his shoulder was bothering him. Luckily he’s a clever man and he realized that he didn’t have to use his shoulder to get rough with me. He had me lay on a mat on the living room floor, and he secured my hands up by my head with cuffs. He put the tens unit on right by my clitoris. He played with the frequency and intensity, zapping my clit with electricity. At low levels it felt good, at high levels it hurt or felt like someone was flicking my clit. Next, he lit the candle and started pouring wax all over me. Voila! Rough without using impact play. He poured it on my nipples, on that super sensitive spot where my hip meets thigh. My pain tolerance was only moderate, so much of this truly hurt. Strange thing is (or perhaps with me it’s not so strange) I got really really wet from this. He continued with the wax on various parts of my body. He played around with the electricity again. All this time there was no what could be called traditional foreplay. No licked nipples, no stroked pussy. But I got really wet.

Next, he scraped off the wax on one nipple and placed the tens unit pads on either side of the nipple. He got into position to fuck me and turned the tens unit on. As he fucked me, he played with the intensity, making it hurt. Between his cock and the electricity I didn’t know whether to be turned on or in pain, and ended up being a little of both. I begged to be allowed to come, and thankfully he was kind enough to let me come. That whole scene was hot. I got cleaned up afterward, taking time to scrape and rinse off the wax in the shower. *sigh* He’s good to me.

Sugasm 142

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #143? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Interludes - part 3
“He winds the rope around his hands, smoothing the kinks, and I stand there, breathing a little faster, conscious of all those eyes upon me.”

Hurts So Good

“I want you to wear the badges of sweet distress for days.”

Shower fantasy
“You don’t want to admit it, but you want me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Why I haven’t blogged about the Mosley case

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

BDSM & Fetish
A bit of roleplay …
Bound, Pinched and Spanked
Club Visit, Part 1

The Coolest Bondage Fetish Edgeplay Picture Ever Taken
24/7 - Día Internacional del BDSM
Discoveries of the Domina
First Encounter: an unlikely meeting
Girls Boarding School updates. Hard Punishment
The Hottest Gas Mask Fetish Erotica I’ve Ever Read By Tina Peitsche
Leather Retreat 2008 – My Dolly
Masochism
Mr. Kink Plays With Thursday’s Child

My inner pain slut makes an appearance
Play time at Jules & Malycia’s
The Seduction of Daddy’s baby
Spanking Galleries: Punishment for pretty girl

Sex Work
A Stellar First Call

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Housewife on the Loose
Mz Berlin Is SICK! Unfair. New Fetish Movie With Jewell Marceau In My Clips Store
Nexus Vibro Review For Babeland
Ron Jeremy Reviews: The Max Hardcore Verdict
The World Erotic Art Museum (WEAM) and Lochai

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Carmine
Catalina loves Threesomes, Foursomes, and Moresomes
Club Tantra: My Experience, Unabridged 3

Fiction: The Hotel, Part 2
Fiction: The Jet Setter, Part III of III
Getting to fuck the neighbor 18
Hunger
I Have a Crush
I worship your cock
A long wait
A Lovely Sexual Fantasy From A Very Special Friend
No reservations, part 5

Out of the woods - part III
The Point of Exhaustion
Popping My Cherry
Quiet as Kept
Receptacle For Your Love…
Video: Seducing a Girl (Complete)
Welcome Home

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Anna, Evi & Jula (Hegre-Art)
Brittany Fuchs
Cam2sex submits another free blowjob movie
CamWithHer blondie Elise shows round ass
Nude II
Showin’ a little ass -HNT

Sex Advice
Advice for Women on a Wife Led Marriage

Ask Miss Bliss-She leaves me tongue-tied
Going Green While Getting Down
How to have sex in a car

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Faking it
Fine Line Between Art and Porn Finer Than Ever
Half-Nekkid and Turning 40
It’s Good To Be Catalina
Love & Sex = Chemical?

Revelation
Still haven’t found what I’m looking for
“Stripper” or “Exotic Dancer?”
Why the deaf are probably great lovers

Sex Humor
How About Doing Something with that Unsightly Vagina of Yours
If Loving This Video Is Wrong, We Don’t Want to Be Right

My First Time (with a Home Pregnancy Test)

Orgasm Denial Sucks

I’m in a shitty, shitty mood today. I’ve learned that I can’t handle orgasm denial. If this went on for an extended period of time I would lose my mind. Seriously. I’m so tense, so frustrated that the idea of cutting myself to relieve the tension has entered my mind (I’ve also contemplated drugs and alcohol). It’s one thing to be denied having an orgasm but not stimulated in the meantime. But it’s quite another to be stimulated beyond all belief, right to the edge, held there for a while, denied orgasm, pushed to the point where you’re afraid you can’t hold back any more and then left unfulfilled. This is one part of BDSM I HATE. I honestly don’t know if I can handle this. I had to take xanax last night to calm down and get to sleep.

Orgasms are good for people. I think people should have as many orgasms as they can. I don’t think it’s healthy to be denied orgasm. I really don’t know if I can handle this. I had sex with Davey and that wasn’t enough, luckily when I asked MasterDoc permission to masturbate I was granted it. The magic wand helped but I still feel like utter shit about this, like I’m not strong enough to be a good sub. Having him deliberately make me feel this horrible just makes me feel like I’ve been really, really bad. This whole thing makes me feel horrible.

We did have some wonderful times together this weekend, and I will blog about it (he did give me orgasms prior to the denial of last night) but I need to get out of this funk first. I really worry that I’m too weak, “not submissive enough” and what have you.

Early Experiences

Over at BDSM is Love Luna posts a BDSM related question on Thursdays. This week’s sounded like something I would like to write about: “What was your first D/s experience like?” I still have fond, fuzzy memories of my first D/s type experience. I was eighteen and seeing my first boyfriend (first kiss, first sex, first oral sex, first D/s type play - he was my first in many ways) and we would fool around in my parents’ basement after everyone had gone to bed. (He lived just far enough away that my parents would let him sleep over on the sofa bed in the basement. He wasn’t allowed in my room, boys in my room didn’t happen until after I went to college. Didn’t stop us from fooling around all the time, however.)

We were both fond of thinking up fantasy scenarios to act out together. We were both really horny and the sex was the only really good part of the relationship. He was a manipulative, possessive, compulsive liar who suffered from depression, but, he could make me have my first multiple orgasms. The relationship lasted about two years, until I went to college, discovered self-esteem and got fed up with his possessiveness.

So we’d act out fantasies, since we were confined to my car for a lot of fooling around we’d do the chauffeur/ rich person who seduces the chauffeur fantasy a lot, taking turns. We pretended to be complete strangers who met at a bar and went home and fucked. We would take turns pretending to be someone completely innocent being seduced by the other - a lot of power differentials there. And one night, we pretended that I was the maid, and he was the employer who won’t let her leave one night, and takes her forcibly despite her protests. Of course ultimately she loves it, but she fights it every step of the way. Ok so it’s not a strict D/s power exchange scene, but boy did I get excited at him taking control. I remember being wildly turned on that night, and would ask him to act that out again. The unfortunate thing was (and it was the unfortunate thing in many of my relationships to come) he would rather be the one being taken. *sigh* He did a pretty good job being in control but he preferred the other end.

I also did my first attempts at bondage with him, and I think we tried a little bit of spanking. We just kept brainstorming things to try. We were determined to do most everything. (I didn’t try anal til much later though.) *sigh* Despite the dysfunction of the relationship, there’s something about being a horny teenager that makes me wistful. Everything was new and I wanted to try nearly all of it. I remember being really into oral sex with him, but not so much intercourse. I discovered later that he wasn’t particularly big when I went on to experience other penises. But I had nothing to compare it to at the time. He could make me come and keep coming with his fingers and tongue, but I only discovered squirting for the first time about three or four years ago. I did, however, manage to orgasm from sex the third or so time we did it, which seems impressive to me considering there are women who can’t come from intercourse at all. I remember thinking that, wow, at 18/19 I was a long way away from my “sexual peak” as a woman, but I was coming a whole hell of a lot and having a terrific time of it. I’m glad that I’ve gone on to bigger and better things, but I have fond thoughts of my first sexual experiences.

Coming on Command

After about 8 or 9 days apart I got to see MasterDoc last night. Yippeee! I miss him so much when I don’t get to see him. Of course I had to do some cleaning around his apartment, but I find that I’m so used to what needs to be done it’s not a big deal to just get it done. As soon as I arrived I started gathering dirty dishes from around the apartment and got them into the dishwasher. We had dinner, watched Cash Cab, and did a little more cleaning. I took a shower (oh so necessary in the summer) before we had naked cuddle time.

Of course naked cuddle time led to sex. Yippeee! We didn’t do much in the way of bdsm play but of course with my collar on I was in the mindset anyway. I’m a girl who likes being told what to do during sex. *grin* We fucked in a couple of different positions and luckily for me he changed his mind about whether to let me come or not. I squirted a little bit when I came while on top. When we later changed positions, he told me to focus on keeping myself right on the edge of coming. And oh god did I hover at that edge. I was so desperate to come. He fucked me for a while, not letting me come, and then he stopped, pulled out, held onto my legs and told me to come. I squirted a fountain with absolutely no direct contact to my erogenous zones whatsoever. It was absolutely amazing. What an orgasm. He then started stimulating me and I kept coming and coming. Oh. My. God. He is a very talented man. He has certainly figured out how to make me feel good. Is it any wonder the man has a waiting list of women? lol Oh on the surface he looks like an ordinary 50-something year old guy… but underneath, rowr, lies an expert at making women come. I’m a very lucky girl.

When we talked, he told me about how I should learn how my body feels right before orgasm so I can summon up that feeling with just a thought when I need to get turned on. I find that I am getting better at this. As I drove to work this morning I was worried about thinking too much about coming as squrting in the car would be a bad thing, particularly on my way to work, through my work clothes. I doubt I’m to that point yet, I seem to need his voice telling me to come for me to come on command, but I do get really aroused when I focus on the feeling of being on the edge. I’m wriggling in my seat as I type this. I may have to get my weekly masturbation session in early. If I’m lucky and see him again tomorrow night I may need to ask for permission for another session of masturbation on Thursday. (Davey’s working long hours this week.)  Yup, I have to say that taking wellbutrin has reinstated my libido fully at this point. Yippeee!

Submission

I’m not seeing MasterDoc this weekend, so there’s no new adventures to tell. But I do feel like blogging so I’ve decided to write about some subjects that are near and dear to my heart. Yesterday I talked about masochism, today I want to talk about submission.

I’m strong. I’ve dealt with a lot of shit in my life and come out the other end. I’ve battled depression, I’ve dealt with having a mother who’s not very good at mothering and is perhaps a tad bit mentally abusive. I’ve dealt with the pain of a slipped disc in my back (which put me in the hospital once in college and put me out of commission for a week just three years ago). I’ve lived with debilitating migraines since pre-adolescence. (Magnesium is my miracle cure, however.) I’ve had my heart broken. I’ve dealt with rejection - repeatedly. Now I’m not claiming to have lived through anything extraordinary, but even so, I have a toughness that sees me through hard times. My motto has become, “I’ll come out of this, I always do.” Whenever I hit a dark patch I remind myself of that, and somehow I do always come through.

Ok we’ve determined that I’m strong, I’m capable, I can take care of myself. But, I like to submit. I don’t think submitting takes away from my strength, in fact it often requires a great deal of strength to submit to someone else’s wishes above your own. I don’t submit to just anybody, however. I have to have a great deal of respect for the person I’m submitting to. I had an 18 year old Dom write me on fetlife a while back, and I couldn’t resist saying (in my head, in a baby talk voice), “Oh how cute! The little 18 year old Dom wants to meet me!” Obviously there’s a lack of respect there on my part. He could be a wonderful Dom one day, but in order to gain my utmost respect someone has to have some life experience to back it up. I do sympathize with young Doms, because you have to start somewhere, but at 35 I’m not going to let a teenager have control over me.

For many years, I would only date people close to my age. It’s just been a year or so that I’ve dated men much older than me. And I think MasterDoc being older than me helps instill more confidence and respect in me. He has life experience. He has experience being a Dom. He’s super smart and very educated. While I see myself as smart and educated, I definitely see MasterDoc as being smarter and more educated than me. And that is really an ideal situation for me to submit within. If someone’s going to Dominate you and have control over your life, they need to be someone worth submitting to. Having MasterDoc’s guidance benefits my life.

What do I get out of submitting? Because really, who does anything without some sort of motivation? When I submit I find humility within myself. I find that part of me that takes joy in doing for others. I can let go and not stress over making decisions. I get to experience an amazing kind of trust. I get to test my strength by doing things I find difficult because I’ve been ordered to do them. I find myself more accountable for my actions. I have to practice sticking to agreements. And when I’ve been good and lived up to my half of the bargain, I get to feel good that I’ve pleased someone I have a great deal of respect for. I have to be honest, with myself and with my Dom.

Now really, what part of being honest, trustworthy, strong, self-sacrificing is bad? When I submit I don’t give up self-control… I augment it with the control of someone else. I have to work at being my best. It gets me to stop being so self-centered. If anything, being submissive helps me tap into the strengths I have. I don’t know where the idea that submissive = weak comes from, but it’s not the reality of the situation. I don’t see subs as weak, I see them as deferring to someone even stronger than they are. I need a man who is stronger than I am. And as a smart, capable feminist that man has to be someone extraordinary. Perhaps next I’ll talk about what I think makes a good Dom (and wax poetic about how wonderful I think MasterDoc is). *grin*

Masochism

I can’t pretend that I understand masochism. I can’t understand sadism much either, but thankfully there’s both kinds of people in this world, as the vanilla kind would never be able to meet their needs. I didn’t think of myself as a masochist until this past year really, when I realized that I liked harder spankings than I thought I would. That’s been the trail of this in my life, thinking I just want a little light spanking, maybe a little bondage, only to find that I can take more, and more and oh, what about some pussy slapping? Or nipple clamps? Hot wax? Humiliation? (That’s pain of the emotional kind.)

In a way maybe I’ve always been a masochist. I’m awfully good at beating myself up over things. Maybe I get some sort of satisfaction from pain. Well if you’re feeling pain you know you’re alive. Focusing the emotional pain onto the physical makes it somehow tangible, somehow more manageable. And as I heal afterwards, I’m reminded of how strong I am, and how much I can take, how, even though it hurts at the time, I can come through it just fine. I can go through pain that other people would buckle under. No, I’m not a big pain slut and god, I’m definitely not the biggest masochist in the world - I have some very real limits (some days more than others as my pain tolerance ebbs and flows).

I sometimes worry that there’s something wrong with me. (Isn’t masochism still a mental disorder in the DSM? Of course, homosexuality used to be one too. It’s all perspective.) But you know, I don’t take pleasure in every kind of pain. There has to be a context. Migraines and back pain do me in. But a good spanking puts me into this endorphin rush where I feel contented. Perhaps it’s all about the endorphins.

I don’t know why pain gets me wet. Even when I’m not enjoying the pain I get wet. It just seems to be how my body is wired. Last weekend when MasterDoc was spanking me out in public it hurt so much and I just wanted it to stop, but I still got wet. Perhaps I’m fucked up in the head. Perhaps it’s not so much in my head but in my nerve endings, how I perceive and process pain. It’s just another type of sensation when you boil it down. For some people, tickling is too painful.

Of course, being a masochist I can understand that yes, some people really do enjoy being on the receiving end of pain. I have a harder time believing that sadists really enjoy inflicting pain, I think it sets itself up in my head to be more of a, “Well this person is kind enough to indulge my strange fetish by inflicting pain on me.” But I’d be interested to hear that yes, in some way it is pleasurable for the person inflicting the pain. Particularly interesting if they derive pleasure even if they love the person they’re doing it to. Such a strange way to be wired, but humans are strange animals. Of course, I’d rather the person derive pleasure from inflicting pain on someone who wants pain to be inflicted on them. True sadists who get off on giving pain to the non-consenting are different than the ones who indulge their desire with someone who’s the other half to their whole. Masochists and sadists are like yin and yang. But true sadists who prefer hurting those who don’t want to hurt are another matter entirely.

I feel that as long as I don’t want to have permanent harm done to me, then I’m doing ok. I have my sense of self-preservation fully intact. I want to heal from anything that’s inflicted upon me. I want to feel the amazing sense of how marvelous my body is, that it can bruise but then heal. Fact is, I bruise easily (my legs always have bruises on them from bumping into random things in my day to day life). So seeing bruises on myself is not jarring or scary. It’s just part of life. How I got those bruises is the key thing. If I got them from little accidents like bumping into things, or if I got them consensually in a scene then it’s all good.

Double Life

I had a realization at work the other day. I lead a double life. The life I have at work, the life my parents know about, the life the neighbors see is very different than what my personal life really is. In reality, I’m dating three guys. In reality I’m MasterDoc’s submissive. In reality I’m in love with two men. In reality I’m a slut who loves to have sex as well as write about it.

Now it’s not that the rest of my life isn’t real. I think the reason I had never thought of my life being a double one is that it all fits together for me. The woman who goes out to swing clubs at the weekend and gets spanked in front of strangers is the same woman who gives reference assistance at the library during the week. It’s all integrated for me, but of course it’s not integrated for all who know me. While my co-workers might think I’m a bit quirky (and really, what librarian isn’t?) they have no idea that I’m a polyamorist. They don’t know I’m kinky. But the fact is, they don’t need to know.

While it can be disconcerting leading a double life, it really is necessary. I think we all compartmentalize to some degree. Vanilla people don’t talk about their sex lives at work either. I doubt any personal bloggers want people they work with coming across their blog. (Which of course begs the question, why blog? But there’s something about writing to resonate with others, to connect with like minded people. And in my case, to be an exhibitionist and turn people on.) The internet has blurred the lines between public and private in recent years, but while I talk about my private life on sites like FetLife and this blog, I do keep them separate from my work life. I’d never blog at work. I never check my FetLife or CollarMe mail at work. I think the question of being open about my life comes up in conjunction with my polyamory. If someone at work asks about my boyfriend, do I tell them that there’s really two guys I’m talking about? (While I date D.S. I don’t consider him a boyfriend per se.) All along Davey’s been the “official boyfriend” but what about MasterDoc? He’s just as important to me as Davey is.

Still, it’s probably not worth it to shake up people’s views. Then again, if no one is out about being poly then people who aren’t can easily pretend it doesn’t exist. I have a renegade streak inside me that wants to be  open about appropriate aspects of my life. My sex life is not appropriate, but perhaps my relationships are. At any rate, even being open about being poly wouldn’t stop my life from being a double one, but perhaps that’s not dishonest, that’s just now life is lived. And besides, it’s fun to have a dirty little secret.

Sugasm 140

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #141? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
“Are you a sex blogger or a sexy blogger?”
“It builds a community that I am so proud to be part of.”

The J Word

“And while you’re with her, I’ll be with him.”

Transcending moment
”It’s that place between fear and arousal, and they are so very closely related.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Chill Pleasure

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

BDSM & Fetish
Bathroom bang
Bros Not Hoes - F/m Spanking Video Clip

Cock training
Galerías de spanking: Spanking Server
Games Grown Ups Play
The Most Amazing Sex (and I didn’t come)
Mr. and Mrs. Kink Have Great Sex (Again)
My First Ever Fetish Photography Shoot & Other Wonderful Things
New spanking gallerie - Two girls spanked
Religion and BDSM

Rope
TES Fest 2008 was fabulous!
Your Slut

Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss-How Do I Know If A Girl Likes Me?
Fetish Safety - Branding
The Kivin Method: Guaranteed Orgasm for Women

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Advanced Exhibitionism

Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 2
Club Tantra: My Experience, Unabridged
Distraction
Fucking no foreplay
Getting to fuck the neighbor 9
Him
HNT - Peach
Insanity never felt so good
Interludes - part 1

Memoir Of A Married Woman
Popping His Cherry
Re: Dinner Last Night
“Red Bottoms” (Complete)
Sloppy Seconds, Then Thirds
That Time of the Month
Whiskey Kisses (unedited)

Sex Work
Sex Worker Solidarity: Catalina

Happy Thoughts on Being a Phonesex Op…
Stamp on my forehead saying “ask me about your fetish”

Sex & Politics
Natalia Antonova on Objectification and Desire
Teen Sex: The New After-School Special?
Women Enjoy Relative Sexual Freedom this 4th of July

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Bedroom Radio #18: Artemis Hunter and the Silver Bullet
Calstar Spanking - Severe deep stripe marks
Cheerleader is tired in gangbang video
Free video audition of Amsterdam sex performer
Half-Nekkid and Getting Shaved
HNT - A bit cheeky
HNT - Purple Lace
Making Love to the Camera
Mz Berlin Took This Picture Of Herself In Her New Wasp Creation Corset

Sex Humor
Top 6 Reasons for Not Shaving Your Beaver

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Catalina loves Lochai
Comstock Films
Drink Semen for Better Health
Interview about spanking erotica with Spanked contributor Teresa Noelle Roberts
January Seraph Is A Hot Femdom Dominating Jade Indica In Lesbian Latex Role Play

The Monday Buzz: The Bandito
Penny Flame Fucks A Handyman With A Strap-On and Feeds Him His Own Cum
Product Research: Blow Job Dildo
Yes! Yes! Yes! Personal Lubricant

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Be nice… until it is time to not be nice…
Finding out your good friends are swingers
Naughty Text Messages and Perverted Friends Makes Life Fun

Sex Advice Review: “Tips to Better Sex and Sleep”
Silence.

Visit from D.S.

On Saturday, I went into the city with Davey to get our hairs cut and get some dinner at a fish ‘n’ chips place. I knew D.S. was going to visit later that day, so I thought to take a look at my cell phone and see if there was a call I had missed. Good thing I looked too, as he was in the city much earlier than he thought he would be. I met him at the train station and we went back to my place in the burbs while Davey went out to a concert.

I don’t get to see much of D.S., he’s quite the poly person, dating a whole string of women. *grin*  We hung out and got caught up. Soon, he was moving the random detritus off the sofa, one little bit at a time so he could pounce on me. It was funny because I knew what he was doing, and he knew that I knew what he was doing. I started to laugh.

Ultimately, I pounced on him as I had promised him an extra special blow job in return for helping me a bit with this site. (He spent some more time this weekend trying to figure out the problems I’m having with getting the banner up. It seems that I have to get my ISP to change the permissions on a folder I don’t have permission to change.) One of the joys of fooling around with D.S. is that you can tell exactly how you’re making him feel. He gasps, moans, wriggles depending on what you do. I enthusiastically sucked his cock for a while before we switched positions and he started fingering me and going down on me. He asked me if I’d like to come and I said yes, but I was worried about squirting on the sofa. We moved to the bedroom, where I put a towel down (but sadly did not squirt). He licked my clit and fingered my g-spot, bringing me to a loud orgasm. Next, we fucked. I came again and he said, “Who told you you could come?” I coudn’t resist being a brat and saying, “You’re not my Dom.” Doh. When I do have the freedom to come at will I’m very happy to be able to use it. I guess it comes down to me only really giving consent to MasterDoc to have that much control over me. It’s something that’s special to that relationship only.

We fucked, I came a bunch of times and eventually D.S. came himself as I came. The simultaneous orgasm was very hot. Afterwards we caught our breaths and reflected on how hot that orgasm was.  We hung out, watching a movie and Davey came home later. We didn’t get up to anything else, but I did sleep next to D.S. for the first time (Davey offered to sleep in the spare room, which I would never have asked him to do). Funny how you can fuck a person a bunch of times yet you’ve never honestly “slept with” them. (What a funny euphemism that is, “sleep with.” As if sleep has anything to do with it.) We had breakfast in the a.m. and D.S. tried to fix my website woes. I’ve had a very eventful weekend.

One thing that was very nice is that D.S. told me that he admires me; he admires how I just go out there and do what I’d like sexually, and the freedom I have in my relationships to do so. I never think that what I do is that extraordinary. But I suppose most women don’t feel socially free enough to be sluts even if they want to. Somehow I ignore the conventions and just do whatever I damn well please. It’s my life, I’m the one who has to be happy. Repression is never an attractive proposition to me.