I’m overdue for putting original content on Best Sex Bloggers. So you’ll have to go there to read about what MasterDoc and I got up to last night.
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MasterDoc and I had a quiet night in last night. But of course if you read this blog regularly you’ll know that a quiet night in for us isn’t necessarily boring. We went out to dinner (the first time in over a year of dating), shared a huge strawberry daiquiri (yum) and then went back to his place. A great way to end a long, busy week. At his place he tells me that he’s in the mood to come that night, and that the focus is going to be on him. I’m really horny so I’m hoping that in the midst of things he’ll decide to fuck me after all, but I had my collar on by this point so I didn’t say a thing, I just focused on what he wanted.
He put porn on the tv and the computer. I was getting hornier and hornier watching the porn. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t get touched soon. He had me get the lube and stroke his cock. Being so horny, I really focused on what I was doing and the reaction I got out of him. I apparently came very close to making him come. I was very into touching him and making him feel good last night.
He had me suck his cock for a while, but then had me stop as he got distracted with a phone call. At one point he told me to lube up my asshole, as he was going to fuck my ass. I got excited but it was mostly just a tease. He told me to play with myself, and I was already really wet. I ached to come. Then he decided that, yes, he was going to fuck me and asked me if I had a preference which hole. I said I didn’t have a preference and he decided to fuck my pussy. I got on my knees on the mat on the floor. (My knee is still sore from my fall last week. But it’s better than it was and so it was to the point where I could just think of it as a bdsm-related pain as he fucked me.)
He fucked me for a while, getting me more and more turned on. He fucked me fairly hard and it was so hard to hold back from coming. I begged for orgasm a couple of times, and he told me that I would be in trouble if I asked again. The agony! I so desperately wanted to come but wasn’t allowed to even ask. I struggled for a while, trying not to say anything, just moaning with pleasure as he fucked me. I had to try to divert my attention away from what he was doing to me, so I wouldn’t go over the edge and come. It felt so amazing. Finally, in a frenzy, I moaned out, “Please.” He slapped my ass really hard several times. I was in trouble for giving in and asking. I had tried so hard but I just couldn’t help myself, it felt so amazing. He gets me at such a high state of arousal I can’t help myself; I’m delirious from being touched.
He fucked me for a little longer. I whimpered as that was all I could do since I couldn’t beg. He eventually pushes me away and I fall forward onto the mat. I thought that was it for now, but after a few brief moments he comes up to me, spanks my ass and grabs my hair. “Come, cunt.” And it takes me a few seconds to get there but simply from being aroused, and having him hit my ass and grab me roughly by the hair, I have the most amazing orgasm. No genital stimulation at all at that point. He handles me roughly and holds me close as I have orgasm after orgasm. I clutched at the mat I lay on, and didn’t let go until a few minutes after he had finished with me. He later said that he hadn’t planned to let me come since I had been bad, but he felt pity on me as I lay on the floor. I am such a lucky girl. Really, he is so good to me. In the end, he didn’t end up coming, which I was a little sad about as I really wanted to get him off. (Perhaps I’m learning to be less selfish and less of a pillow princess.)
He had me get dressed and go to his car to get the Sex and the City movie he rented. We watched the movie on the sofa (the quiet night in part of the night) and cuddled a bit. It’s definitely a chick flick, and perhaps a bit sappy, but I was in a romantic mood last night so I got sucked right in.
I only got an evening and a morning with him this week, and I wish I had more time with him, but I’m trying to be a good girl and not give him a hard time about it at all. I will just have to be patient until the next time I get to see him.
I just started reading Inga Muscio’s book, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence. It seems like an appropriate time to read this considering my cunt is having issues just now. The book focuses on reclaiming the word cunt, and reclaiming feeling good about having a cunt and acknowledges the power of cunts. When my cunt needs to be nursed back to health is the appropriate time for me to feel warmly towards it. *grin*
The second most frustrating thing about having this pain issue is not knowing what the problem is. The most frustrating thing is not knowing how long it will be before I’m back to enjoying fucking. Weekend after next is a big swing/fetish party and MasterDoc has asked me to go with him, but of course if I can’t fuck pain-free by then he’ll have to go with someone else. (And I’ll be home that night NOT having sex with my sore cunt, to make matters worse.) I’m hoping the gyn visit on Monday goes exceptionally well - i.e., we find out the problem and just a few days of whatever treatment will clear it up. I’m extremely frustrated with the situation.
While I’m not that far into Muscio’s book, I’m glad a book such as this exists. We live in a society that constantly tells women their genitals are smelly, dirty and bad. (And yet there’s lots of money to be made off them - via “feminine products” or porn or sex work. How bad can something be that men are willing to pay so much for?) In the part I’m reading now she’s discussing menstruation and coming to embrace it as what your lady bits are supposed to do. The overwhelming impression in the U.S. is that menstrual blood is dirty. Of course, that’s absurd. It may be messy, but it’s not dirty. It’s what’s supposed to be happening. When I tell friends about using a menstrual cup and how much easier it is many of them recoil at the thought of coming in contact with their own menstrual blood (never mind that some of them use pads and that’s messier than using a menstrual cup ever is). But the only problem with coming in contact with our own menstrual blood is the brainwashing we’ve received telling us it’s bad. You know what, sometimes when cleaning out my menstrual cup I get blood on my hands. And you know what? It washes off. Quite easily. Quite quickly. It’s actually kinda interesting using a menstrual cup because you’re more in touch with how much (or rather, how little) fluid your body is actually shedding. I think it’s interesting how the consistency can vary as well. We’ve got to stop buying into the idea that there’s something wrong with cunts and something wrong with menstruation. I doubt I’ll ever love getting my period, but I’m more accepting these days that it happens and it’s part of the ebb and flow of life. It’s part of being a woman. And being a woman isn’t a bad thing.
Muscio’s website has an interesting section with the womanifestos written by readers after reading Cunt. One bit I liked was from Yahm Reichart’s:
being a woman is not calling her a “slut” because she’s wearing a short skirt, gives blowjobs at drunken parties, has fake boobs, because she was raped, because you heard she sleeps around, loves herself, is better looking, is not as good looking, is on the pill, gets an abortion, carries condoms, is a model or actress, or has the ovaries to break away from any standard
I think women would all do well to remember that about each other. We tear each other down as much as men do. We’ve bought into the poisonous notions that this patriarchal society has fed us. Time to reclaim the word and reclaim our cunts.
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