Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A Story from The Email Archives - Pièce de résistance
When Daniel and I first started out we did a LOT of emailing. I currently have about 3000 emails from him in a folder that surely doesn't contain EVERYTHING he's ever sent. I was reading his post about our first naked time together and had to go back to read the other links he mentioned. What can I say, I'm feeling a bit sentimental about all the wonderful times we've had. ;-) In the story he posted (that I wrote) about our "first time" together in the biblical sense (though I doubt the bible ever mentions sex in a car, but...you hear what I'm screaming) there's a line that reads:
"You used my own trick on me. Remember the hotel story i wrote? First time you tasted me was off my own lips."
I just now realized that we never posted the hotel story from oh so long ago (29 Dec 2007). This comes directly from an email I sent to Daniel after our first time 'getting a room,' but just before our 'first time', when we frantically had sex in the back seat of the Mrs' car.
You knock. I'm waiting impatiently on the other side of the hotel room
door, wearing only some lacey thing I picked up just for you in some
fabulous color that is just the bee's knees. I pause at the door only
to confirm it's you before cracking it and pulling you inside by your
jacket collar. You bend to kiss me and as you retreat I follow to
stand on tip toes to kiss you. Your hands slip down my back to my ass
and you squeeze. I throw my arms around your neck as you pick me up
and we stumble to the bed, (devoid of that nasty hotel comforter)
kissing all the way. You set me down so I am standing, all smiles, in
front of you on the bed. You admire my outfit, running your hands over
the abundance of skin it fails to cover. I giggle and help you push
off your coat. You catch me in the gaze of your beautiful baby blues
and I'm lost for a moment.
Impatient you throw me down on the bed and
start to cover me with kisses. My little toes see the first assault,
their polish somehow matches the color of my lacey under things, you
comment. Soon you have kissed your way up my body, bypassing all the
important spots just to tease me. I look up at you, above me, your
clothes rough on my skin. "You have too many clothes on." I muse and
flash one of my devious smiles. Gently pushing you off me, I work to
alleviate you of your material burden. First the shirt, kissing each
spot of skin I uncover.
I run my fingernails sharply down your chest. They leave behind red
marks and goose pimples that make you shudder. You exhale loudly as my
hands reach your waistband. Kneeling on the floor between your legs,
my hands poised to remove your pants, I look up with a questioning
smirk. A quick nod is all I need and in an instant you are naked and
your cock is in my mouth. The scene is delicious. You lay, handsome,
hands behind your head, legs dangling to the floor, my pink lips
working magic as I cup your balls in my delicate fingers.
You let me play for a bit before pulling me up into your lap. I straddle you and
your hardness presses against me, giving me shivers as you run your
hand up the back of my leg. You kiss my neck and make me squirm. I
moan and grind my lap against yours.
You gently remove the strap of my garment kissing my shoulder and making me squirm all the more. You chuckle to yourself, knowing how difficult it will be to accomplish
anything if you can't keep me from squirming off the bed. In a flurry
of arms and legs I end up on my back under you. Both my hands are pinned above my head by your arm and the other had has found my nipple under the gauzy fabric of my top. Holding me down tightly you kiss my neck and prevent me from doing anything but moaning. Your lips are
warm and wet on my other nipple. They are both so ridiculously hard
and sensitive. Neither one of us can stand for me to be clothed any
longer. I work to remove the top as you slowly pull the panties down
my legs.
You gasp as you get the first in person glimpse of my
completely hairless pussy. She is all soft and pink and inviting. She
teases you with her wetness. You could just devour her right then and
there, but instead you place a chaste kiss on my nether lips and crawl
back up to lay beside me. "There is plenty of time for everything" you
think. Both enjoying a quiet simmer, we lay lazily tracing our
fingers over one another. Soon your hand migrates south, unable to
abstain from touching my softest spot. Still gently, I feel you run
your fingers up and down my wet lips. Breathing heavily I whisper
"Yes…" and kiss your neck.
With gentle pressure I feel myself opening
to you. You find the spot that makes me jump and I arch my back,
moaning, and making all those lovely noises I know you like. Your
mouth is at my breast, your hand delicately teasing me, it is heaven
and I just don't know what to do with myself as your fingers enter me.
You feel my pussy contract around them and you can't wait to feel that
tightness on your cock. You look up at me, the most sex-starved look
on your face. I grab your hand and with an impish grin lick my juice
from each of your fingers. You kiss me full on the mouth finally
tasting me. You want more. Making your way between my legs you
breathe in my heady scent. Your tongue finds my clit. The combination
of your hands and mouth makes my mind go blank. I am practically
writhing under you as my breath comes in intermittent gasps. Panting,
I twine my fingers in your hair and pull you closer to me. I am
coming, riding an endless wave of pleasure, screaming your name.
You hardly give me a moments rest before you are on top of me again,
kissing me, kissing my neck. You use your knees to push my legs apart.
You enter me. It seems like ages I've waited for this. You are right,
it IS completely different (than being with the man). I am delirious with lust. We move
together and apart, always as one. Like nothing I have ever felt.
First slowly, my pussy sucking you back in every time you try to pull
away. We begin to pick up speed, grinding our hips together, moaning
in each others mouth as we each attempt to devour the other. It is
almost animal. My nails scratch slowly down your back. I bite your
shoulder. This lasts for what seems like hours, until you finally pull
out and roughly turn me over.
Disoriented, I let you position me on all fours and you enter me as you pull my hips back to meet you. The sensation is exquisite and I almost collapse under the weight of our
passion. One hand is on my hip and the other snakes up my back to grab
a handful of hair. You are banging me mercilessly and I love every
minute of it. Each thrust puts you deeper to my center. Almost rough
enough to be painful, but I don't complain. All you hear is our
heaving breaths and the occasional whimpered expletive. Your left
hand reaches around to fondle my clit as your right hand ruthlessly
pinches my nipple. We are both close. You push in hard and I feel you
begin to spasm. This sends me over the edge and I come beneath you
utterly spent. Somehow we manage to stay connected, you shrinking
inside me, as we lay on our sides, spooning, half-delirious, catching
our breath. "Mmmm…" you grumble in my ear and I am asleep.
It's a little bit funny for me to read this today, after eveything Daniel and I have experienced sexually in the past two years. It seems so nieve. Don't get me wrong. I still think it's utterly hot and beautifully written (I'm a little bit proud of it...) but I can see the changes that have been made in me since this time and it thrills me to see how much Daniel and I have grown. Hope you are enjoying our walk down memory lane as much as we are. :-)
"You used my own trick on me. Remember the hotel story i wrote? First time you tasted me was off my own lips."
I just now realized that we never posted the hotel story from oh so long ago (29 Dec 2007). This comes directly from an email I sent to Daniel after our first time 'getting a room,' but just before our 'first time', when we frantically had sex in the back seat of the Mrs' car.
You knock. I'm waiting impatiently on the other side of the hotel room
door, wearing only some lacey thing I picked up just for you in some
fabulous color that is just the bee's knees. I pause at the door only
to confirm it's you before cracking it and pulling you inside by your
jacket collar. You bend to kiss me and as you retreat I follow to
stand on tip toes to kiss you. Your hands slip down my back to my ass
and you squeeze. I throw my arms around your neck as you pick me up
and we stumble to the bed, (devoid of that nasty hotel comforter)
kissing all the way. You set me down so I am standing, all smiles, in
front of you on the bed. You admire my outfit, running your hands over
the abundance of skin it fails to cover. I giggle and help you push
off your coat. You catch me in the gaze of your beautiful baby blues
and I'm lost for a moment.
Impatient you throw me down on the bed and
start to cover me with kisses. My little toes see the first assault,
their polish somehow matches the color of my lacey under things, you
comment. Soon you have kissed your way up my body, bypassing all the
important spots just to tease me. I look up at you, above me, your
clothes rough on my skin. "You have too many clothes on." I muse and
flash one of my devious smiles. Gently pushing you off me, I work to
alleviate you of your material burden. First the shirt, kissing each
spot of skin I uncover.
I run my fingernails sharply down your chest. They leave behind red
marks and goose pimples that make you shudder. You exhale loudly as my
hands reach your waistband. Kneeling on the floor between your legs,
my hands poised to remove your pants, I look up with a questioning
smirk. A quick nod is all I need and in an instant you are naked and
your cock is in my mouth. The scene is delicious. You lay, handsome,
hands behind your head, legs dangling to the floor, my pink lips
working magic as I cup your balls in my delicate fingers.
You let me play for a bit before pulling me up into your lap. I straddle you and
your hardness presses against me, giving me shivers as you run your
hand up the back of my leg. You kiss my neck and make me squirm. I
moan and grind my lap against yours.
You gently remove the strap of my garment kissing my shoulder and making me squirm all the more. You chuckle to yourself, knowing how difficult it will be to accomplish
anything if you can't keep me from squirming off the bed. In a flurry
of arms and legs I end up on my back under you. Both my hands are pinned above my head by your arm and the other had has found my nipple under the gauzy fabric of my top. Holding me down tightly you kiss my neck and prevent me from doing anything but moaning. Your lips are
warm and wet on my other nipple. They are both so ridiculously hard
and sensitive. Neither one of us can stand for me to be clothed any
longer. I work to remove the top as you slowly pull the panties down
my legs.
You gasp as you get the first in person glimpse of my
completely hairless pussy. She is all soft and pink and inviting. She
teases you with her wetness. You could just devour her right then and
there, but instead you place a chaste kiss on my nether lips and crawl
back up to lay beside me. "There is plenty of time for everything" you
think. Both enjoying a quiet simmer, we lay lazily tracing our
fingers over one another. Soon your hand migrates south, unable to
abstain from touching my softest spot. Still gently, I feel you run
your fingers up and down my wet lips. Breathing heavily I whisper
"Yes…" and kiss your neck.
With gentle pressure I feel myself opening
to you. You find the spot that makes me jump and I arch my back,
moaning, and making all those lovely noises I know you like. Your
mouth is at my breast, your hand delicately teasing me, it is heaven
and I just don't know what to do with myself as your fingers enter me.
You feel my pussy contract around them and you can't wait to feel that
tightness on your cock. You look up at me, the most sex-starved look
on your face. I grab your hand and with an impish grin lick my juice
from each of your fingers. You kiss me full on the mouth finally
tasting me. You want more. Making your way between my legs you
breathe in my heady scent. Your tongue finds my clit. The combination
of your hands and mouth makes my mind go blank. I am practically
writhing under you as my breath comes in intermittent gasps. Panting,
I twine my fingers in your hair and pull you closer to me. I am
coming, riding an endless wave of pleasure, screaming your name.
You hardly give me a moments rest before you are on top of me again,
kissing me, kissing my neck. You use your knees to push my legs apart.
You enter me. It seems like ages I've waited for this. You are right,
it IS completely different (than being with the man). I am delirious with lust. We move
together and apart, always as one. Like nothing I have ever felt.
First slowly, my pussy sucking you back in every time you try to pull
away. We begin to pick up speed, grinding our hips together, moaning
in each others mouth as we each attempt to devour the other. It is
almost animal. My nails scratch slowly down your back. I bite your
shoulder. This lasts for what seems like hours, until you finally pull
out and roughly turn me over.
Disoriented, I let you position me on all fours and you enter me as you pull my hips back to meet you. The sensation is exquisite and I almost collapse under the weight of our
passion. One hand is on my hip and the other snakes up my back to grab
a handful of hair. You are banging me mercilessly and I love every
minute of it. Each thrust puts you deeper to my center. Almost rough
enough to be painful, but I don't complain. All you hear is our
heaving breaths and the occasional whimpered expletive. Your left
hand reaches around to fondle my clit as your right hand ruthlessly
pinches my nipple. We are both close. You push in hard and I feel you
begin to spasm. This sends me over the edge and I come beneath you
utterly spent. Somehow we manage to stay connected, you shrinking
inside me, as we lay on our sides, spooning, half-delirious, catching
our breath. "Mmmm…" you grumble in my ear and I am asleep.
It's a little bit funny for me to read this today, after eveything Daniel and I have experienced sexually in the past two years. It seems so nieve. Don't get me wrong. I still think it's utterly hot and beautifully written (I'm a little bit proud of it...) but I can see the changes that have been made in me since this time and it thrills me to see how much Daniel and I have grown. Hope you are enjoying our walk down memory lane as much as we are. :-)
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
TMI Tuesday #219 - Last of '09
1. On a scale of 1-10, how good was your 2009?
I'm trying to count my blessings lately... So I'm gonna say maybe a 5. I've had my health mostly, I've spent the whole year working in a job that pays my bills and that I find fulfilling. But in a lot of ways, it was kind of a lost year for me and frances. If you'd asked us a year ago, I don't think either of us would have ever imagined that we'd still be in the situation that we're in today, and I know that neither of us could have imagined some of the things that we've endured this year. The highs have been few and far between, and the lows have been the lowest we've known. But, having said all that... A year ago was some of our very darkest days. It was a scary time. And it's still not easy, but most days it's not so scary anymore.
2. What are your favorite/naughtiest/sexiest/most fun 2009 memories?
As I said, the fun times with frances were far too few in 2009... Maybe it's because it's the freshest in my mind, but I think the best time we had was quite possibly our little 2-day mini-vacation last week. There was plenty sexy about it, but more than anything it was such a luxury to actually have some time to RELAX together.
One of my other favorite things from 2009 was that I got the chance for the first time in a long time to do some acting. It's an old love that I've had no time for in recent years, one that I've been meaning to get back to, and frances encouraged me and cheered me on. I worked hard, had a lot of fun, made some new friends, and got back a little piece of me that had been gone for a long, long time...
3. What’s the one thing you thought you would never do, but did in 2009?
Hmmm... Well, I didn't actually DO them in 2009, but I've agreed to some things this year that I might have never thought I would. More on them soon. ;-)
4. What do you want to change in 2009?
In 2010, I'm guessing you mean. And... I'd hope the answer to that would be obvious by now.
5. What is your all-time favorite gift (whether given or received by you)?
It's totally an off the top of my head answer... But I got my first computer for my 9th birthday (a Commodore 64...), and here I am still playing with them. :-)
Bonus (as in optional): On special holidays- like birthdays, anniversaries, ringing in the New Year -are you more inclined to do a sex act that you wouldn't "normally" do? (things like fellatio/cunnilingus, anal sex, strap-ons/toys, videoing yourself/pictures, menage-a-trois/quatres, etc.)
You know... I WANT to say no, that frances and I don't really believe in the idea of 'special occasion' stuff. But somehow, naughty things involving my ass keep coming up on my birthday lately. Coincidence, no doubt. :-)
-d.
Monday, December 28, 2009
LAST CHANCE!
Daniel and I wanted to give you all one last chance to enter our Audience Participation 'contest.' So far we have received one really great entry that I'm SURE you'd all love to see the results of, but we're still hoping you have some other ideas for us that you'll creatively share. Please see our orginal post about this here and look for the results some time in early 2010!
Remember, the deadline for entries is: 11:59pm EST Dec. 31, 2009.
Happy brainstorming!!!
Remember, the deadline for entries is: 11:59pm EST Dec. 31, 2009.
Happy brainstorming!!!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Happy Holidays!
Daniel and I were just remembering how Christmas for us last year was all of an hour over coffee/cocoa at some dive chain restaurant. This is in sharp contrast to the 2 whole work days of US time that we had this year. We're feeling very fortunate right now. As difficult as our lives are, have been, and will continue to be, we are trying to remember to count our blessings, as small as they may seem in the grand scheme of things.
That being said, we wanted to take a moment to thank you our readers for your love and support. When we started this blog, we weren't sure what the response would be to a story such as ours. We've been nothing but pleasantly surprised and we continuously feel fortunate for the advice, commiseration, and encouragement. We look forward to more blogger fun in the new year and wish you all health, sanity, and prosperity in the new year. Merry Christmas.
With love and appreciation,
francesanddaniel
That being said, we wanted to take a moment to thank you our readers for your love and support. When we started this blog, we weren't sure what the response would be to a story such as ours. We've been nothing but pleasantly surprised and we continuously feel fortunate for the advice, commiseration, and encouragement. We look forward to more blogger fun in the new year and wish you all health, sanity, and prosperity in the new year. Merry Christmas.
With love and appreciation,
francesanddaniel
Thursday, December 24, 2009
HNT - Christmas Wishes
for Panserbjørne at http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/
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'someone to indulge your whims'
for 13 messages at http://13messages.blogspot.com/
'tits and prosperity'
for Emmy at http://rtws.blogspot.com/
'beer served properly'
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Making the most of an emotional day.
If you read the last couple posts before this you'll realize what's up with us, but thankfully we're together and that's making everything better. We exchanged Christmas presents, cuddled, shopped, and generally relaxed our day away yesterday. Who knows what we'll get up to today and we'll certainly be blogging about the good stuff later, so really this post is just an excuse for me to show off my shiny new Christmas present and us enjoying our vacation. Here:
Loss
For those of you who have ever bothered to read the "About Us" border on this blog, you may have noticed the second to last thing about me which reads, "Frances longs to be a mother someday soon." And hopefully, if you bothered to read that you read the next one too, "Frances is fairly vain and hopelessly sentimental." Put those two together and maybe you'll begin to understand why I'm writing this post today.
Throughout my life there are two things I have known I was meant to do. Both have a little something to do with my careers oddly enough, but without being more specific about my chosen professions, I have no doubt that I was meant to be a mother. That said, when I was younger, if you had asked where I'd be when I was 31, I'm sure I would have told you some delighful story about a happy home life, happy professional life, and most importantly I would have mentioned the kids I assumed I'd have by now. Unfortunately, even though my 31st has come and gone, pretty much none of that daydream is true.
I know I am being vague and I'm not even sure why I'm writing this to tell you virtually nothing, but earlier this year I was surprised with the positive result of 2 pregnancy tests. (I tested twice to be sure because I had waited so long to see that result I thought it couldn't possibly be true. The doctor confirmed with a third test.) The story is long and complicated, but the baby was Daniel's. We both would have been so pleased with this even in the midst of the confusion of our lives, but we knew from the start it was not looking good and I miscarried at the end of April.
40 weeks from conception would have been today, Dec 22. Though it's been hard to come to terms with the loss of something I've wanted to have for so very long, this month has been particularly hard with the holidays and buying presents for all the other little ones in my life. Daniel is so very supportive and I couldn't ask for a better partner in sadness.I know I haven't given you much in the way of back story or front story or any kind of info on the man's side in all this, but I really just wanted to share our grief. Regardless of how you feel about our situation, I hope you can see the pain this is causing us.
Forgive me for the downer, but for all the sex talk you read here at 29-pearls, francesanddaniel really are just 2 people who are desperately in love and trying to mesh their lives into that idealistic white picket world that frances envisioned when she was 8, 15, 20, 31, and every year until she actually gets it.
Throughout my life there are two things I have known I was meant to do. Both have a little something to do with my careers oddly enough, but without being more specific about my chosen professions, I have no doubt that I was meant to be a mother. That said, when I was younger, if you had asked where I'd be when I was 31, I'm sure I would have told you some delighful story about a happy home life, happy professional life, and most importantly I would have mentioned the kids I assumed I'd have by now. Unfortunately, even though my 31st has come and gone, pretty much none of that daydream is true.
I know I am being vague and I'm not even sure why I'm writing this to tell you virtually nothing, but earlier this year I was surprised with the positive result of 2 pregnancy tests. (I tested twice to be sure because I had waited so long to see that result I thought it couldn't possibly be true. The doctor confirmed with a third test.) The story is long and complicated, but the baby was Daniel's. We both would have been so pleased with this even in the midst of the confusion of our lives, but we knew from the start it was not looking good and I miscarried at the end of April.
40 weeks from conception would have been today, Dec 22. Though it's been hard to come to terms with the loss of something I've wanted to have for so very long, this month has been particularly hard with the holidays and buying presents for all the other little ones in my life. Daniel is so very supportive and I couldn't ask for a better partner in sadness.I know I haven't given you much in the way of back story or front story or any kind of info on the man's side in all this, but I really just wanted to share our grief. Regardless of how you feel about our situation, I hope you can see the pain this is causing us.
Forgive me for the downer, but for all the sex talk you read here at 29-pearls, francesanddaniel really are just 2 people who are desperately in love and trying to mesh their lives into that idealistic white picket world that frances envisioned when she was 8, 15, 20, 31, and every year until she actually gets it.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Francesanddaniel's Christmas Vacation
We're so excited. Today and tomorrow, frances and I will be spending the day together on our little Christmas mini-vacation. Who knows what we'll do? Exchanging presents, doing some shopping... those are a given. And of course LOTS and lots of naked time. But beyond that... Movies? Lunch? Blogging from bed? Napping? Watching porn? Reading the newspaper? Little photo shoot...? The world is our oyster, at least for a while.
Can't wait.
-d.
Can't wait.
-d.
Friday, December 18, 2009
A look back...
Frances and I get nostalgic this time of year. As she already mentioned, last week was the anniversary of our first date. Just after the first of the year is the anniversary of our 'first time' together. But in between - today, in fact - is an anniversary we've so far neglected. The anniversary of that first night when we got ourselves a room and got naked and played and did just about everything but...
I'm not sure which of us was brave enough to suggest it. (Baby? Do you remember?) It was a Tuesday , and our plan was to meet halfway after work, under the cover of "christmas shopping". I had been sick the day before - so woozy and shaky on my feet that I could barely stand and had to be driven home from work. I was doing much better though. My day started with an email from frances...
I told her I wasn't up for running any marathons or anything, but reassured her that I was fine and up for anything we wanted. And then... plans changed, just a little. There's not a real good way to tell you why exactly without getting a little... personal. But we'll just let frances' words speak for themselves...
"No worries, babe!" I said. "You think we can still find a few hours worth of fun? I think so... And I think we can certainly find some ways of taking good care of you too, you have no cooties to me. ;-)" She was relieved to find me cool about it. "What did you expect?" I asked...
Too true. So... We were back on as planned. All week long we'd been talking music, and decided we needed to make each other cds, in finest High Fidelity-type fashion. We met at our agreed upon spot, and I ducked into her car, giving her a quick kiss and dropping a cd into her hands. I went in to secure our room, and frances popped in the disc, and heard this song:
I came out, keys in hand, and nodded for frances to follow me around to the back door. "Mmm..." she said as she stepped out of the car, "That first song's SEXY."
"Yeah," I smiled. "That was the idea..." We scrambled quickly up the stairs and through the door, anxious to finally be alone. As the door closed behind us, I pulled her close, sweeping her coat off her shoulders. She pressed her body into mine, shivering slightly at the chill from the leather of my jacket.
Eventually, we found our way to the bed. We looked at each other, chuckling nervously, unsure where to start. Our lips met again, and we began to ease into each other, gently beginning to explore each other freely for the first time. Soon, frances' hands had found their way to my belt. Clearly she did want to spoil me as much as she said. For a moment, I grew a little self-conscious... Would she like what she found. But soon my jeans slid over my hips and frances' lips closed around me, and any doubt was lost in the pleasure of her soft mouth.
I laid my head back in bliss as the still-fully-clothed frances hungrily swallowed my cock. I knew she would happily pamper me all night. But I had to see her, to touch her, to taste her soft skin. I tugged at the hem of her little white t-shirt, running my hand underneath it to brush gently across her ribs. I pulled the shirt higher and higher, until it slipped over her shoulders.
Now it was time for me to turn the tables on her... I pushed her gently onto her back and crawled between her knees, covering her smooth torso in kisses. I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra and tugged it down off her shoulder, giving her a naughty smile and an expectant little tilt of the head.
"This too?" she asked. I nodded. She reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp. She looked at me with her eyes low, suddenly shy. "Are you sure...?"
...to be continued...
I'm not sure which of us was brave enough to suggest it. (Baby? Do you remember?) It was a Tuesday , and our plan was to meet halfway after work, under the cover of "christmas shopping". I had been sick the day before - so woozy and shaky on my feet that I could barely stand and had to be driven home from work. I was doing much better though. My day started with an email from frances...
the sun is shining and frances is smiling. :-) i guess i'm just in a good mood today. (wonder why...) no pressure though. i will understand if you are feeling too yucky to visit with me. i don't even care if you aren't up to getting a room, would just like to see you and kiss you again. it really was surreal last week. we might just need to kiss for a really long time.
I told her I wasn't up for running any marathons or anything, but reassured her that I was fine and up for anything we wanted. And then... plans changed, just a little. There's not a real good way to tell you why exactly without getting a little... personal. But we'll just let frances' words speak for themselves...
fate seems to be conspiring against us. not to go too much into detail, but i got a little unexpected visitor that may put a damper on some of our fun. :-( grr... i am more than happy though to make tonight all about you if you are interested. i'm sorry love. i would still really love to see you, but i understand if you think we should reschedule.
"No worries, babe!" I said. "You think we can still find a few hours worth of fun? I think so... And I think we can certainly find some ways of taking good care of you too, you have no cooties to me. ;-)" She was relieved to find me cool about it. "What did you expect?" I asked...
not sure what i expected. i guess i am mostly just disappointed myself. will force us to take things a bit slower though, which is good. otherwise i might have just ripped off all our clothes and you would have found yourself fucking me with out a seconds thought. ;-)
Too true. So... We were back on as planned. All week long we'd been talking music, and decided we needed to make each other cds, in finest High Fidelity-type fashion. We met at our agreed upon spot, and I ducked into her car, giving her a quick kiss and dropping a cd into her hands. I went in to secure our room, and frances popped in the disc, and heard this song:
I came out, keys in hand, and nodded for frances to follow me around to the back door. "Mmm..." she said as she stepped out of the car, "That first song's SEXY."
"Yeah," I smiled. "That was the idea..." We scrambled quickly up the stairs and through the door, anxious to finally be alone. As the door closed behind us, I pulled her close, sweeping her coat off her shoulders. She pressed her body into mine, shivering slightly at the chill from the leather of my jacket.
Eventually, we found our way to the bed. We looked at each other, chuckling nervously, unsure where to start. Our lips met again, and we began to ease into each other, gently beginning to explore each other freely for the first time. Soon, frances' hands had found their way to my belt. Clearly she did want to spoil me as much as she said. For a moment, I grew a little self-conscious... Would she like what she found. But soon my jeans slid over my hips and frances' lips closed around me, and any doubt was lost in the pleasure of her soft mouth.
I laid my head back in bliss as the still-fully-clothed frances hungrily swallowed my cock. I knew she would happily pamper me all night. But I had to see her, to touch her, to taste her soft skin. I tugged at the hem of her little white t-shirt, running my hand underneath it to brush gently across her ribs. I pulled the shirt higher and higher, until it slipped over her shoulders.
Now it was time for me to turn the tables on her... I pushed her gently onto her back and crawled between her knees, covering her smooth torso in kisses. I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra and tugged it down off her shoulder, giving her a naughty smile and an expectant little tilt of the head.
"This too?" she asked. I nodded. She reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp. She looked at me with her eyes low, suddenly shy. "Are you sure...?"
...to be continued...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
HNT - Christmas Tree Surrogates
So, our dear jolly old St. Os made it very clear this week that he wanted to see our Christmas trees...
Yeah... About that...
Frances' tree was up. Until last night. Let's just... say that it took a tumble, and the less said about that, the better.
I, on the other hand, am on the road for work this week, and the only tree I've managed to find here in my hotel is the giant one in the lobby. It's lovely, don't get me wrong, but even at 11 pm it was still a bit too populated down there for any half-nekkidness to occur. I do have to stay another night, after all.
So, a hat and scarf and a smile for frances, and a hotel bed and a... ahem, 'borrowed' poinsettia for me, and some photoshop fun for us both.
Happy HNT to all, and to all a good night...
xo
-d.
Yeah... About that...
Frances' tree was up. Until last night. Let's just... say that it took a tumble, and the less said about that, the better.
I, on the other hand, am on the road for work this week, and the only tree I've managed to find here in my hotel is the giant one in the lobby. It's lovely, don't get me wrong, but even at 11 pm it was still a bit too populated down there for any half-nekkidness to occur. I do have to stay another night, after all.
So, a hat and scarf and a smile for frances, and a hotel bed and a... ahem, 'borrowed' poinsettia for me, and some photoshop fun for us both.
Happy HNT to all, and to all a good night...
xo
-d.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The whole convoluted back story, or maybe we'll just call it: Part I
Daniel and I have been meaning (for over a year now) to share the sordid details of how we became francesanddaniel. Fortunately our new friend Emmy was interested enough to ask us a vague blanket question that inspired Daniel to write the following, so we're going to let that serve as the story of US.
So, about us... Obviously, it's a bit complicated. Frances I have known each other for like 6 1/2 years, and been together for 2. Though "together" in our case has been an evolving thing, and is still a bit of a work in progress.
Frances and the Man and the Mrs. all went to college together. Frances and the Man have been together for 10 years, married for 6. They got together her junior year of college, and were each other's firsts. The Mrs. and I have been together for going on 7 years, married for 5. We met in high school. Dated briefly, but weren't 'high school sweethearts' or anything by any means. Went off our separate ways to college, didn't stay in touch, and then reconnected pretty randomly after college, having both moved back to our hometown... And just coincidentally were each other's thirds, for whatever that's worth.
So, Frances and I first met innocently enough a couple months after the Mrs. and I started dating, and a couple months before she and the Man got married. She'll tell you it can't possibly be true, but I was attracted to her even then...
So... Frances has always kinda liked fooling around with girls. There's Ann, who we've written about occasionally on the blog. And there was also the Mrs. They'd made out a handful of times, and shortly before I came along, there was a brief little threesome of sorts between Frances, the Man, and the Mrs. Just a bit of touching and play all around...
This next part's still a bit of a sore spot, lol. I came along, and the Mrs. told me (a somewhat cleaned up version of) the story of her and Frances. But spun it as more of something that had happened, a thing of the past, and not so much something she'd done, like, weeks ago. Which it was. I, not wanting to sound like a total pig yet at this point, probably somewhat downplayed my interest in such a scenario. The four of us would all see each other maybe a couple times a year, sometimes more, sometimes less. And unbeknownst to me, the offer from Frances to 'catch me up' was on the table pretty much from the beginning. The Mrs. always declined, saying that no, I wouldn't be into that. Did she not know me at all...? Or did she know me all too well?
Anyway, things continued like that for several years, until a night just about two years ago. Frances and the Man had come to visit. And I don't know what made it different, but the sexual tension was in full bloom. Over the course of dinner, and drinks, and a late night out, and more drinks, Frances and the Mrs. rekindled things a bit, and the offer at hand finally was made clear to me. At the end of the night, I snuck Frances a REAL goodnight kiss, just to... tell her yes in my own way, I suppose? She had to tell me goodnight again, just to make sure it hadn't been an accident. It hadn't...
After that night, Frances and I started chatting, and it was just immediate how much we had in common and what remarkable chemistry we had. We CLEARLY hadn't gotten to know each other well enough... ;-) Our witty banter pretty quickly turned naughty -- centered at first on the possibilities with the Mrs., but always with an undercurrent of just the two of us. It gradually became apparent that nothing was going to come of any possibilities with the Mrs. -- we all got together again, and it was cordial, nothing more... Except for me and Frances, who were simmering in a way that I'm still amazed that the others couldn't see. We were alone for all of a minute, and it was all we could do to keep our lips and hands off of each other. And it was after that that we decided that we needed to see each other...
So, I'm sorry. This is getting really long, and it's still all back story. Lots and lots more to be said, please stay tuned for Part II
So, about us... Obviously, it's a bit complicated. Frances I have known each other for like 6 1/2 years, and been together for 2. Though "together" in our case has been an evolving thing, and is still a bit of a work in progress.
Frances and the Man and the Mrs. all went to college together. Frances and the Man have been together for 10 years, married for 6. They got together her junior year of college, and were each other's firsts. The Mrs. and I have been together for going on 7 years, married for 5. We met in high school. Dated briefly, but weren't 'high school sweethearts' or anything by any means. Went off our separate ways to college, didn't stay in touch, and then reconnected pretty randomly after college, having both moved back to our hometown... And just coincidentally were each other's thirds, for whatever that's worth.
So, Frances and I first met innocently enough a couple months after the Mrs. and I started dating, and a couple months before she and the Man got married. She'll tell you it can't possibly be true, but I was attracted to her even then...
So... Frances has always kinda liked fooling around with girls. There's Ann, who we've written about occasionally on the blog. And there was also the Mrs. They'd made out a handful of times, and shortly before I came along, there was a brief little threesome of sorts between Frances, the Man, and the Mrs. Just a bit of touching and play all around...
This next part's still a bit of a sore spot, lol. I came along, and the Mrs. told me (a somewhat cleaned up version of) the story of her and Frances. But spun it as more of something that had happened, a thing of the past, and not so much something she'd done, like, weeks ago. Which it was. I, not wanting to sound like a total pig yet at this point, probably somewhat downplayed my interest in such a scenario. The four of us would all see each other maybe a couple times a year, sometimes more, sometimes less. And unbeknownst to me, the offer from Frances to 'catch me up' was on the table pretty much from the beginning. The Mrs. always declined, saying that no, I wouldn't be into that. Did she not know me at all...? Or did she know me all too well?
Anyway, things continued like that for several years, until a night just about two years ago. Frances and the Man had come to visit. And I don't know what made it different, but the sexual tension was in full bloom. Over the course of dinner, and drinks, and a late night out, and more drinks, Frances and the Mrs. rekindled things a bit, and the offer at hand finally was made clear to me. At the end of the night, I snuck Frances a REAL goodnight kiss, just to... tell her yes in my own way, I suppose? She had to tell me goodnight again, just to make sure it hadn't been an accident. It hadn't...
After that night, Frances and I started chatting, and it was just immediate how much we had in common and what remarkable chemistry we had. We CLEARLY hadn't gotten to know each other well enough... ;-) Our witty banter pretty quickly turned naughty -- centered at first on the possibilities with the Mrs., but always with an undercurrent of just the two of us. It gradually became apparent that nothing was going to come of any possibilities with the Mrs. -- we all got together again, and it was cordial, nothing more... Except for me and Frances, who were simmering in a way that I'm still amazed that the others couldn't see. We were alone for all of a minute, and it was all we could do to keep our lips and hands off of each other. And it was after that that we decided that we needed to see each other...
So, I'm sorry. This is getting really long, and it's still all back story. Lots and lots more to be said, please stay tuned for Part II
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Text Tuesday - Too much...?
Been a while since I've posted one of these, but I thought this was a sentiment worth saving...
-d.
f 12/10/09 11:59 am: so can i say... this might be tmi too... but... holy hell was my clit hard when you were fucking me from behind the other day. i was all stroking myself to spread things out and it was RIDICULOUS! :-)
-d.
f 12/10/09 11:59 am: so can i say... this might be tmi too... but... holy hell was my clit hard when you were fucking me from behind the other day. i was all stroking myself to spread things out and it was RIDICULOUS! :-)
Monday, December 14, 2009
"O Soave Francesca"
"Play Puccini." Daniel said to the strolling violinist passing our table. We had escaped across the border together and I found myself seated opposite Daniel at a crowded little Italian restaurant in Montreal. It was late summer (2008), still warm, and the breeze blew in from the open shop front to cool the wine induced flush of my cheeks. The place was cliche, checkered table cloths and soccer memorabilia on the walls-not to mention the violinist.
We were perfectly happy. An entire weekend to be together and enjoy a few of our favorite things--live music and each other. We had already spent hours naked in bed, now we retreated to this restaurant to refuel before more music and love making. Daniel was enjoying his calimari, while I had the chicken parm. We chatted and flirted and every touch of his fingers on mine was electric. There was much wine poured and by the end of the meal we were both feeling it's effects. As the violinist walked to our table I tried to avoid eye contact, yet Daniel did not hesitate, requesting a song by my favorite composer, Puccini. I blushed as red as the checks in the table cloth.
I have no idea to this day what he played or if it was even Puccini. (I suspect not.) I usually love to be the center of attention, but this was too much for me. It was wonderfully romantic and cheesy and I had absolutely NO idea what to do with myself. Do we stare lovingly at one another, lost in the music? Do we continue to eat our meals? I fear I fidgeted nervously, attempting a little bit of everything. Daniel took my hand, calming my nerves, and we shared this private moment in the midst of all these strangers in this wonderfully foreign place.
When the song was through Daniel pushed some money into my hand to tip the musician. Having accpeted our thanks he strolled off to find some other couple to serenade.
"You're bad." I said still blushing scarlet. I was rewarded with one of Daniel's dashing smiles and the glow of love from those beautiful blue eyes. We finished our dinner and headed out into the night hand in hand, with a memory I will never forget.
***Bonus points for you if you get the title reference***
I have no idea to this day what he played or if it was even Puccini. (I suspect not.) I usually love to be the center of attention, but this was too much for me. It was wonderfully romantic and cheesy and I had absolutely NO idea what to do with myself. Do we stare lovingly at one another, lost in the music? Do we continue to eat our meals? I fear I fidgeted nervously, attempting a little bit of everything. Daniel took my hand, calming my nerves, and we shared this private moment in the midst of all these strangers in this wonderfully foreign place.
When the song was through Daniel pushed some money into my hand to tip the musician. Having accpeted our thanks he strolled off to find some other couple to serenade.
"You're bad." I said still blushing scarlet. I was rewarded with one of Daniel's dashing smiles and the glow of love from those beautiful blue eyes. We finished our dinner and headed out into the night hand in hand, with a memory I will never forget.
***Bonus points for you if you get the title reference***
Friday, December 11, 2009
Anniversary
Year 2 and counting. See the story of our first date here. We're still working on that whole convoluted back story...
Thursday, December 10, 2009
HNT - Good good girl...
Hi all.
Just another little peek behind the scenes at frances' birthday festivities. :-)
Happy HNT!
xo
-d.
Just another little peek behind the scenes at frances' birthday festivities. :-)
Happy HNT!
xo
-d.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
FetLife Give Away
Go sit on naughty santa's lap and maybe he'll bring you some prizes!
What are you waiting for!?!?
I said GO!!!
FetLife Sit on Kinky Santa's Lap
What are you waiting for!?!?
I said GO!!!
FetLife Sit on Kinky Santa's Lap
Audience Participation - A Reminder
I know everyone is busy with the holidays in full swing and all, but I wanted to remind you about our Audience Participation proposal. See the full post here.
Though we would love something long and involved a naughty stick figure drawing would suffice to let us know your proposal for US. :-)
Hopefully we'll hear from some of you soon. I'm dying to know what your dirty little minds come up with.
Cheers,
frances
Though we would love something long and involved a naughty stick figure drawing would suffice to let us know your proposal for US. :-)
Hopefully we'll hear from some of you soon. I'm dying to know what your dirty little minds come up with.
Cheers,
frances
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
TMI Tuesday #216
1. Which is more important of the two in "chemisty," physical attractiveness or emotional attractiveness?
Well... I think they both definitely need to be there to some extent. I think if there's no physical attractiveness, you're not likely to get to the point that you even NOTICE the emotional attractiveness. But that emotional attractiveness is what makes the real sparks and keeps you coming back.
2. On a scale from 1-10, how kinky are you?
I'm probably... oh, like a 7 or an 8. You know, no children/animals/dead people/etc. I'm not so sure about things revolving around bodily fluids, though I'd totally consider peeing on frances just to see what all the fuss is about. ;-) And there's a really extreme pain fringe of BDSM that seems too much for me. Other than that, I'm pretty game I think.
3. Sitting on Santa's lap... fun or creepy?
I was totally fine with it when I was a kid. Actually, I believed in Santa until a fairly late age, mostly because my parents put a lot of work into keeping up the facade. It all unraveled after I caught the tooth fairy. Lol. Now, though? No thanks, dude. I'd rather not sit in your lap, if that's cool.
4. Have you ever fallen asleep or passed out during sex?
Lol. Yes. And as frances wrote not too long ago, I've also been awoken by sex. Which is WAY better. :-)
5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy?
I never do. Not because it's unsexy, I just plain get too hot. But if that's your thing... I could make it work. ;-)
Bonus: What is your greatest strength? Weakness?
This feels like a job interview all of a sudden. So I'm gonna pass.
Stay warm, everybody.
-d.
Monday, December 7, 2009
And one to grow on...
So, we finally got the opportunity today to celebrate frances' birthday a little bit properly. We were both a little bit under the weather, so we weren't quite 100%, but we had time for breakfast (omelette for frances, blueberry pancakes for me), and presents (one of which we might give you a peek of on Thursday, if you catch my drift), and 3 or 4 hours of naked time. :-)
We had a blissful first round, followed by a bit of a nap... As we woke up and reached for each other, teasing each other back to life, I suggested that frances get on her knees for me. After she couldn't take any more of my cock driving into her, I retreated and began to smack her ass a bit. Playfully at first, then harder until it stung my hand and made her draw her breath in sharply...
*gasp* 'Mmm...' she said. 'Is this my birthday spanking?'
'I don't know, baby,' I chuckled... 'I wasn't counting. I'd better start over.'
'No!' she gasped, her cheeks already bright pink and stinging. But it was too late...
*SMACK*
The first blow landed sharply, adding another bright red imprint to the growing pattern on her bottom.
*SMACK*
I continued, each one different from the next. A gentle little pat here, a loud and satisfying crack there...
*SMACK*
Now across the curve of her hips, now perilously close to the soft cleft between her legs...
*SMACK*
With one final spank left to go, I stopped. Letting my fingers trail gently across her smooth skin, I traced the paths I had left. Periodically, I would draw my hand back, and she would flinch in anticipation of the pain to follow. But none came. Not yet. I knelt down, gently kissing her welts, and she moaned softly into the bed. Finally, I had chosen my spot...
*SMACK*
'Happy birthday, baby,' I whispered in her ear.
'Mmm... Thanks, love. But... Don't I get one to grow on?'
We had a blissful first round, followed by a bit of a nap... As we woke up and reached for each other, teasing each other back to life, I suggested that frances get on her knees for me. After she couldn't take any more of my cock driving into her, I retreated and began to smack her ass a bit. Playfully at first, then harder until it stung my hand and made her draw her breath in sharply...
*gasp* 'Mmm...' she said. 'Is this my birthday spanking?'
'I don't know, baby,' I chuckled... 'I wasn't counting. I'd better start over.'
'No!' she gasped, her cheeks already bright pink and stinging. But it was too late...
*SMACK*
The first blow landed sharply, adding another bright red imprint to the growing pattern on her bottom.
*SMACK*
I continued, each one different from the next. A gentle little pat here, a loud and satisfying crack there...
*SMACK*
Now across the curve of her hips, now perilously close to the soft cleft between her legs...
*SMACK*
With one final spank left to go, I stopped. Letting my fingers trail gently across her smooth skin, I traced the paths I had left. Periodically, I would draw my hand back, and she would flinch in anticipation of the pain to follow. But none came. Not yet. I knelt down, gently kissing her welts, and she moaned softly into the bed. Finally, I had chosen my spot...
*SMACK*
'Happy birthday, baby,' I whispered in her ear.
'Mmm... Thanks, love. But... Don't I get one to grow on?'
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Holiday Happiness - Are you my secret santa? - Take 2
Let's try this again...
We didn't receive ANY sort of response about our secret santa idea. No yay and certainly no nay. :-)
Please see the original post here, but the general gist is anonymous presents and happy bloggers. I'd love to set something up if anyone's interested. I know money is tight, but you all have been so sweet and supportive of us that I thought it might be fun to spread a little holiday cheer to each other.
Hope everyone is well.
Cheers,
frances
We didn't receive ANY sort of response about our secret santa idea. No yay and certainly no nay. :-)
Please see the original post here, but the general gist is anonymous presents and happy bloggers. I'd love to set something up if anyone's interested. I know money is tight, but you all have been so sweet and supportive of us that I thought it might be fun to spread a little holiday cheer to each other.
Hope everyone is well.
Cheers,
frances
Friday, December 4, 2009
Happy Birthday Frances!
Happy birthday, my beautiful, sweet, talented, sexy, charming, wonderful frances. :-) I can't wait to see you and kiss you and celebrate properly.
Big love,
-d.
Big love,
-d.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
francesanddaniel - Update
As the end of the year is approaching, Daniel and I wanted to keep you updated on the state of affairs (pardon the pun) in our world. By December 11th of 2009 we will mark our 2 year anniversary as a couple. Unfortunately we have yet to disentangle ourselves from our marriages. We are very close. Looking at apartments. Talking about it daily. Yet, the Man is still changing and trying and hoping to win me back, while the Mrs. is fretting and unsure and tiptoeing around the possibility of Daniel leaving.
We are finding it incredibly difficult as we both still love them. Often we feel we are just waiting for the straw to break the proverbial camel's back and for one of them to get fed up and throw us out. I doubt this will ever happen, so if that straw comes it's more likely to break he and I than our marriages at this point.
Leaving our marriages will require significant change in both our lives. This will include Daniel losing the ability to see his daughter daily and both of us having to commute large distances to our work and daily activities. It feels like an overwhelming proposition, the emotional and financial strain, the disapproval.
We still want it. We still long to be together fully. (Though I worry our blog might not be as much fun if we are. ;-) Daniel has assured me it won't, citing Emmy/Garbanzo and Dharma/Greg as examples.)
We're getting there. Taking baby steps. Lately it feels like each step forward counts us three steps back, but we're working toward it. Maybe the next update will be the better news.
We are finding it incredibly difficult as we both still love them. Often we feel we are just waiting for the straw to break the proverbial camel's back and for one of them to get fed up and throw us out. I doubt this will ever happen, so if that straw comes it's more likely to break he and I than our marriages at this point.
Leaving our marriages will require significant change in both our lives. This will include Daniel losing the ability to see his daughter daily and both of us having to commute large distances to our work and daily activities. It feels like an overwhelming proposition, the emotional and financial strain, the disapproval.
We still want it. We still long to be together fully. (Though I worry our blog might not be as much fun if we are. ;-) Daniel has assured me it won't, citing Emmy/Garbanzo and Dharma/Greg as examples.)
We're getting there. Taking baby steps. Lately it feels like each step forward counts us three steps back, but we're working toward it. Maybe the next update will be the better news.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
TMI Tuesday #215
1. What are your feelings about traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties?
As in, strippers and other associated debauchery? Harmless fun I think. But, I kinda feel that way, bachelor party or NO bachelor party, so... *shrug*
2. Do you wear (or not wear) something special to bed/dress differently when you want to have sex?
Not with frances really, no. She's certainly got things of mine that are favorites that I like to wear just cause she likes them, but that doesn't count. At home, it's generally more a matter of wearing things because I DON'T want to...
3. Do you ever fake orgasms?
I'm not in the habit of it, and certainly never have with frances, but I may have on occasion. Yes, it's possible. There's been maybe a time or two in years past when my cock has kinda... Lost the interest to go on? And I've spun it as having been a GOOD thing.
4. Do you own any leather or rubber clothing?
The leathers are not 'clothing'. So no.
5. On a scale from 1-10, how willing are you to do something in bed you don't want to just because you are asked?
I think it's not very likely that I'd be asked to do something that I wouldn't want to do. And I generally tend to value going with the flow and doing what seems fun, but if it were something I TRULY didn't want to do...? I suppose I can be pretty stubborn.
Bonus: Can men and women be "just friends?"
Absolutely. I've got plenty of female friends, colleagues, coworkers, whatever, who I would never consider as any more than that. In fact, I'm going out of town with one of them on business for like three days in a few weeks, and I'm sure frances will grr about it playfully, but I don't think she'll have any true worries. And she shouldn't...
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