Monday, November 24, 2008
if you're looking for something sexy, you may want to skip this post. if you'd like to get a little insight into my world, by all means, continue reading.
i'm not an incredibly religious person, but i do believe. i've found it tough to reconcile my faith with my relationship with daniel this last year. i love him. it makes things difficult, but it's entirely true. And, more importantly, i don't feel like it's wrong to love him. on the contrary it feels completely natural and better than right. unfortunately, both being otherwise committed puts a huge kink in the works. i guess maybe that's why i've been mentally skipping out on the sermons at church this last year. i mean, it's totally fucking hot to be thinking such dirty thoughts in that environment, but i also think it's a little bit an escape from dealing with the guilt i have about this whole situation.
without going into too much detail, daniel and i were in the midst of a fight this weekend. by church time we'd 'made up' as best we could without seeing each other. (see below)
however, i was still in no mood to be thinking naughty thoughts. being thusly less distracted i found myself listening to the pastor and pondering.
we were asked to reflect on a sin that we held close to our heart. something that we would never tell anybody. sadly, daniel popped into my mind, but i really couldn't commit to him being my sin. (as i mentioned, i can't consider loving him wrong, just the lying and the hurting of other people) so next i considered infidelity, but my pride wouldn't let me admit to that either. i finally settled on 'lack of faith.' it seemed the simplest phrase to encompass all the things i was brooding over. i considered my lack of faith in God's plan for me and my life, lack of faith in my marriage, my unfaithfulness with daniel, my lack of faith in myself and my ability to live a good and happy life.
there was this whole ritualistic shedding of the sins and i left feeling lighter, having recognized my faults, but still confused how i can reconcile my faith with the fact that i choose to continue to be sinful in my actions. how can i ask forgiveness for something that i know i will continue to do? i know God loves me, i never doubt that. he's been very good to me, but i won't insult him by asking for forgiveness for something i'm going to turn around and go right back to do again.
so there you have it. the internal struggle that has become my life. daniel didn't have much to say when i told him all this, but he thought it might make a more interesting blog than what i intended to do. (fake like i had a sexy thought and post something from our archives) at least you know we're always honest here, sexy or not.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I. i love porn. though erotic literature tends to do it a little better for me, a good adult film can happily help me waste a couple hours. mum's the word, but i'm a bit addicted. currently loving this scene with two girls and a guy. towards the beginning, one girl is seated in his lap rubbing her cunt on his prick while the other kneels below ravishing them both with her tongue. later he is fucking the licker while he has three fingers buried in the other girl. he is rubbing her clit with his thumb and finger fucking her in rhythm with his thrusts. grr...it's the sounds that get me. i love the sounds people make when they're fucking. animal. lust filled. hungry.
II. sometimes, late at night when The Man is sleeping next to me, i like to get off thinking of daniel. i just can't help myself. we have these late night online chats and he leaves me all wet and wanting. it's so naughty to be lying there, trying not to wake The Man, but trying to get off. i slide my hand into my jammy pants. thinking i'll just play for a while, i run my finger between my lips to tease my wet little clit. i should know i can't stop once i get to this point. soon i am rubbing furiously on my pussy, stifling my moans and attempting to make the least amount of movement possible. i come practically biting my tongue to keep silent. then i roll over and fall asleep smiling.
III. i love the taste of my pussy. i often stop fucking daniel just long enough to taste my juice on his cock. it drives me wild when he kisses me and his lips are covered with pussy, MY pussy. i love when his face smells like me. i smell like sex. it's so hot when we leave each other and i can smell sex, us, on me throughout the day. maybe i was a lesbian in another life...?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
i imagine you, slightly reclined in the passenger's seat of my car. head thrown back, hand wrapped loosely around your cock. your balls spilling out over the open zipper of your jeans. it's fall. we're parked near a creek, somewhere off the main road. it's sprinkling and everything is blanketed in a colorful layer of red, orange, and vibrant yellow leaves. the windows cracked, it smells of warm, wet autumn. my clothes are askew. my lips, burning from our fervent smooching. i look around, scanning the road for accidental voyeurs. when i turn back, you are absentmindedly stroking your cock. i reach out to pet you and you gently wrap my small hand around your cock and cover it with yours. we stroke you together. you control the pace and the pressure, but it's my soft fingers making contact with your skin. you sigh and relax into a rhythm. i'm soaking at the sight of you. abruptly you stop and encourage me to give you a gentle squeeze just under the head. i'm mesmerized. one huge pearly drop of pre-come rests on the tip of your cock. leaning over i use the tip of my tongue to gingerly taste you. mmm...you are light, almost sweet, barely perceptible in my mouth. your cock is harder than i have ever seen it and aching to come. i self-consciously slip out of my pants. you smile as i move into your lap, facing you, struggling to mount you in the confines of the car. you tip the seat back to give me more room, but i lean forward to catch you in an extended kiss. as my tongue slips between your lips, i move my hips down to yours and your cock presses against the lips of my wet pussy. moaning into my mouth, you grab my hips and thrust me down onto you. i circle my hips, giving you a little lap dance that i know drives you wild. i reach around and stroke your soft balls underneath. you growl in appreciation. your hands are under my shirt, pawing at me, tweaking my nipples, urging me to ride you, and harder. we are both lost in the moment, moaning, breathing so heavily that the car windows have begun to fog up. 'yes baby,' i moan. 'come for me, fill me up.' i increase the speed of my fucking. my hips moving wildly above you as you hold me tight and help to move me in the way that will get you there. i see that look. i know you are on the edge. finally allowing yourself to crash over it, you begin bucking your hips to fuck me wildly from below. your unintelligible moans are rapid and undeniably sexy. i can feel you twitching inside me, emptying, filling me full. as i collapse onto you, out of breath, my head on your shoulder, i can feel you trickling out of me. it's the saddest feeling, but i know there is always more where that came from...
this little story could be one from our archives or just a little something i made up. daniel would be the only one to know for sure, but i bet he won't tell my secret. enjoy!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Backdoor Birthday Bonanza
for daniel's birthday this year we had our own private party with a presents, cupcakes, lube, a butt plug, and our first anal play...on him.
we started in the shower. pushing his face to the cold wall, i grabbed the soap and worked my way onto my knees behind him. teasingly i slid my soapy fingers over his wet skin, cupping his balls, and ever so slightly working my small hand between his ass cheeks. i playfully nipped at his tush with my teeth and slid a finger into him. he gasped. using both hands i cupped his balls and slipped 2 fingers barely inside, gently, nervous I might hurt him. this, of course, was well received, so i continued that way for a while, caressing and playing. feeling dirty, i used my hands to spread him open. the water ran down his back and washed the suds away. i tentatively followed the opposite course of the water with my tongue. he jumped and let out a low rumble. suitably encouraged my tongue worked its way over the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. soon my tongue was lightly teasing up and down his entire crack, pushing slightly on the spot my fingers had been previously.
i'm really not sure how, but we ended up in the comfy king size bed, his face buried in the pillow and 2 of my fingers buried a few knuckles deep in his ass. out came the 'equipment'. the Man and i had ordered some porn and received a bright red butt plug and some anal lube free. he's pretty vanilla, so there was NO chance of us using it. when i showed it to daniel initially, i said it was scary huge and there was no way i was going to use it. he just smirked and said 'well maybe it's not for you.' (damn i love that man!)
i proceeded to lube up his asshole with my fingers and teased him with the head of the plug. 'relax baby' i'd say when he'd start to get tense. soon he was pushing gently back and allowing me more room to slowly fuck him with the first inch or so of the toy. (it's fairly big. maybe 5 inches total?) i tried fondling him a little while we were at it, but i'm pretty new at this too, so i was a bit enthralled with the whole idea of fucking my boyfriend for once. soon daniel was feeling a little spent and we moved onto other things. i'm sure we'll revisit this again soon. we're both dying for him to take it all and fuck me, so we can both be filled up.
i'm sure he'll have a bit to say about this...
you're up lover!
yesterday was one of those 8-am-fuck-like-bunnies days. we met at the elevator. for the second week in a row we've been sent to room 338, on the top floor, all the way at the end of the hall. how sweet of them to consider our privacy!
"it's almost becoming our usual," i muse, as we approach the door.
in this is the same room last week i experienced my first true multiple orgasm. mmm...happy memories. who knew more there was more excitement to be had?!? must be the mojo in the room...
i'm on orgasm 2 (of 3 for the day). daniel has his face buried between my legs and i'm writhing in ecstasy as his lips and tongue work my clit and the delicate surrounding areas. he knows i come most hard when i have a few fingers in me too, but - wonderful man that he is - he likes to keep things fresh, so we're constantly trying new things and changing up the routine.
his arms are wrapped around my hips (so sexy!); his hands attempting to hold me to the mattress. obviously the orgasm will be more clitoral with no internal stimulation, (see my 'ins' and 'outs' post for more info on that!) but once again my lover (and my orgasm) surprise me.
he alternates light licks and all out slurps. he concentrates on one spot and just when i'm out of my mind with lust he finds a new spot to torture. i honestly have no idea what he was doing when i started to come, but it was immediate, intense, and never ending. honestly, i don't think I have ever come longer. i remember an intense warmth and my lips tingling for ages. my hips rose off the bed and i swear if i had let him continue or if he had hurried up and began fucking me i would've come again. involuntarily i found my hand covering my pussy, mashing my lips against my clit, not sure whether to rub and try for two or ride the wave. unfortunately my brain had shut down, so i went with the latter.
things are so different with daniel. he's given me more pleasure than i ever knew existed. every time i experience something a little different. we are so fucking good together!
so lover...what do you say? care to meet me in room 338 again soon?
Saturday, November 8, 2008
lips: great for hours of face-chafing-bite-your-lips-off makeout sessions that usually lead to nether nibbles and endless amounts of orgasms.
hands: always perfect for holding and providing a relaxing massage, but mostly appreciated for their work on a certain spot named 'g'.
the complete package: the perfect curve and an oversize head make it not only the prettiest cock i've seen, but the best for working all those hard to reach innermost spots.
it was so hard to choose the shots for this little photo essay. i'd like to thank my ever-randy mtab daniel for keeping me in an endless supply of sexy photos. more to come, i'm sure....
daniel and i have been discussing this since it happened and we can't quite pin point WHY it occurred. it wasn't as if he was doing anything incredibly new and exciting as he nibbled my nethers. a few fingers massaging my g spot and his tongue working my sensitive clit. overall it seemed wonderfully standard, but the result was incredible!
i'm not sure how many times i had come before this point (maybe daniel remembers), but as i got close i could tell this was going to be a little different. all my ladies out there know (or i hope for your sake you do) that orgasms come in many shapes and sizes. large, small, intense, short, long...the list, and combination, is endless. for me, the biggest and most noticeable difference can be if it's internal or more external. ok let's get clinical, vaginal or clitoral. (some combination of that is always most satisfying.)
to properly describe this particular multiple episode, i would have to say that the initial one was more internal. that warm build until i began to come was there and the release began inside. then, as soon as it had started and crested that hill into mindless release, it hit a brick wall and i was coming again, this feeling centered more around my clit. from the waist down i was a tingling and enjoyed that after orgasm glow both on the inside and outside lady parts.
it was incredibly intense and i can only hope that it happens again, so i can better describe it. my lover better get to work on figuring out how to make this a common occurance cause there's no going back now. i want more!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
as pastor began to preach and my mind began to wander, these lovey feelings and his pictures made me ponder all of the technological stimuli we've sent each other in the past 10 months. pictures, both sweet and naughty. texts, mostly naughty. videos, ALWAYS naughty. and of course a random voicemail where i might have made myself come for him. (FABULOUSLY sexy and surprising to receive at work. almost choked on his junior mints!)
as i sat feigning interest, i tried to visualize a few of our favorite photos we've shared.
for me, i find the more he teases, the more i want him.
i think i tend to tease more than he would like.
there are so many more x-rated favorites that i'm feeling too shy to share right now. i'm sure he'll scold my modesty here, but this little mental photo essay had me squirming in my pew. when we can't be near each other it seems these pics are all we have. they suitably wind us up and leave us dying for each other. my suggestion? get out your camera phone and send your lover a little love mail.
i'm hoping this may inspire daniel to post some of HIS favorites.
tag lover, you're it.