So, I had a strange dream the other night...
d 3/27/10 10:40 am: So, you & I went to this house, it was like it was on a college campus. It was a big house, and all these people who seemed to be friends of yours lived there - mostly gay guys, and a few girls. We made our rounds, and ended up lounging on a bed with this girl that you knew. You & the girl were just kind of cuddling & chatting, and then I joined in and you & I were kinda making out & mildly fooling around. It was fairly out in the open, so we were getting some amused/admiring? looks from the boys. :-) I had to go, but I was gonna come back, cause there was gonna be a big party later. And for some reason, (the Mrs.) was going to the party, and she was all excited about it, cause (Ann) was gonna be there apparently. So, I show up to the party with her, and I'm looking for you. I don't see you anywhere. I don't know if somebody tipped you off that (the Mrs.) was coming, and you left, or what. But I see (Ann). She looks all wrong in that way that people in dreams do, but I know it's her. She doesn't really spot me though...
d 3/27/10 10:42 am: I'm desperately wanting to introduce myself to her, cause obviously we're already a little acquainted, and also wanting to sneak off and figure out where you are. Eventually I get out, I don't know how, I see one of the boys from the house from earlier on the street. And for some reason I end up at this bar. Maybe I was sent for more drinks for the party? I don't know. And then it kinda disintegrated... And there was this whole sub-plot about my brother's friend (Andy) that seemed not to relate in any way to anything else...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Mad Libs Monday - The Story So Far
We haven't been receiving much of a response on our Mad Libs, so we thought we'd compile them thus far for a titillating little post and put the question to our readers: Mad Libs Monday, yay or nay?
Be sure to chime in so we don't stop them if you really like them! ;-)
It was a bright and sunny day. Francesanddaniel have just arrived at their favorite place for an afternoon of sex.
"Mmm, baby love...I love the way you fuck my pussy," Frances moans loudly into Daniel's mouth.
Just then the doorbell rings. The incredibly handsome UPS man has brought francesanddaniel a package.
"Hi!!" He exclaims.
The couple eagerly invites him in to join the party.
"Hey there, big boy... Wanna come join us?" says Frances, patting the bed beside her.
The UPS man puts down his box and sits. Slyly, Frances glances in the direction of his crotch.
"Wow!" she says.
"That`s a big package you`ve got there. Maybe you`ll let me hold it?"
"Now... Show me that nice big package," says Frances eagerly.
The UPS driver stands, dropping his pants to the floor.
"That`s more like it..." says Frances, as she begins to stroke his cock.
She invites Daniel to join her.
"Now, lovey face..." she says, "Do you wanna watch me suck his cock? Or would you rather just suck it yourself?"
"Hmm... Let`s see what that nice sweet mouth of yours can do," says Frances.
"Show me how nicely you suck his cock." Daniel drops quickly to the floor and wraps his lips around the driver`s cock.
"Like this...?" he aks.
"That`s it, sweetheart," whispers Frances gently.
"Suck it. Suck it hard. Make that cock nice and hard for me..."
"I think I`ve got a better idea," says Daniel, grabbing Frances by the throat and pushing her to the bed.
"How about *YOU* suck his cock while *I* fuck your tight little ass?"
Hungrily, Frances grabs the UPS driver, taking his stiff cock deep into her throat. Daniel drops quickly to his knees behind her, dragging his tongue across her waiting pussy.
"FUCK, baby!" moans Frances. "Ohhh, that feels so good..."
Be sure to chime in so we don't stop them if you really like them! ;-)
It was a bright and sunny day. Francesanddaniel have just arrived at their favorite place for an afternoon of sex.
"Mmm, baby love...I love the way you fuck my pussy," Frances moans loudly into Daniel's mouth.
Just then the doorbell rings. The incredibly handsome UPS man has brought francesanddaniel a package.
"Hi!!" He exclaims.
The couple eagerly invites him in to join the party.
"Hey there, big boy... Wanna come join us?" says Frances, patting the bed beside her.
The UPS man puts down his box and sits. Slyly, Frances glances in the direction of his crotch.
"Wow!" she says.
"That`s a big package you`ve got there. Maybe you`ll let me hold it?"
"Now... Show me that nice big package," says Frances eagerly.
The UPS driver stands, dropping his pants to the floor.
"That`s more like it..." says Frances, as she begins to stroke his cock.
She invites Daniel to join her.
"Now, lovey face..." she says, "Do you wanna watch me suck his cock? Or would you rather just suck it yourself?"
"Hmm... Let`s see what that nice sweet mouth of yours can do," says Frances.
"Show me how nicely you suck his cock." Daniel drops quickly to the floor and wraps his lips around the driver`s cock.
"Like this...?" he aks.
"That`s it, sweetheart," whispers Frances gently.
"Suck it. Suck it hard. Make that cock nice and hard for me..."
"I think I`ve got a better idea," says Daniel, grabbing Frances by the throat and pushing her to the bed.
"How about *YOU* suck his cock while *I* fuck your tight little ass?"
Hungrily, Frances grabs the UPS driver, taking his stiff cock deep into her throat. Daniel drops quickly to his knees behind her, dragging his tongue across her waiting pussy.
"FUCK, baby!" moans Frances. "Ohhh, that feels so good..."
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Audience Participation - Grand Prize Winner
Our congratulations goes to, Gaz, the Grand Prize winner of francesanddaniel's 1st Annual Audience Participation game. Though the entry was short and sweet, Daniel and I thought it provided great potential for an exciting blog post (or posts, depending on how succussful it is). ;-) We have often talked about pretending to meet as strangers and having a fun little role play that ended with a roll in the hay as it were. We look forward to accomplishing this soon!
I thought it might be nice to see a photo story on two strangers that meet in a bar, hit it off and sneak upstairs to a room where when the lady opens her jacket she is just wearing lingerie. Plenty of scope to build up to a mighty orgasmic story.
Our thanks again to all the entrants and we hope you will all check back for the posts when we actually complete them! Just to recap, our winners were:
1st place: Gaz 2nd Place: Panser 3rd Place: Gregorio
Honorable Mention:
Ron
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Text Tuesday - Better Things To Do...
Ok, a slight change of pace. This is not, for once, a text from frances to me (or me to her). It's a chat message from us to one of our dear blogger friends, but I like it. :-)
-d.
d 3/21/10 9:54 pm: so, not to be antisocial... but there's a naked girl here with my name on her. ;-)
-d.
d 3/21/10 9:54 pm: so, not to be antisocial... but there's a naked girl here with my name on her. ;-)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Mad Libs Monday 5: Turning the Tables...
Incidentally, are people still having fun with these? Or should we find something else to do with our Mondays? Let us know...
-d.
-d.
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Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Audience Participation - 2nd Place Winner
As I mentioned last week, the race for 2nd and 3rd place was tight, but Panser's list pushed him ahead as it included an idea similar to Gregorio's. Not to let the cat out of the bag, but we have already started on this list. Stay tuned for the evidence in future posts!
1. Frances and Daniel in the shower, long soapy fun, ending with Daniel taking Frances from behind, pressing her against the glass (if there's a glass shower available), or just up against the wall if there's no glass.
2. Frances riding Daniel in a chair in reverse cowgirl.
3. Daniel taking Frances from behind, bent over a table, stuff scattering everywhere.
4. Sex in a secluded outdoor park area, or something similar. (Don't know if this is possible due to winter or limitations of your area).
5. "Before" and "After" pics: Daniel in flaccid state, then hard and ready after Frances' ministrations. Or: hard and ready to start with, then splattered with cum after Frances has sucked him off.
You can also flip this around -- Frances before and after being eaten into a frenzy.
6. Frances giving Daniel some road head.
I love reading about your encounters. You two are really something.
PB
Thursday, March 18, 2010
HNT - Getting Ready...
Frances sent me this picture this morning, with the caption 'gratuitous getting ready shot'. Gratuitous or not, she looked fucking sexy. :-)
And it's a crime to have to edit it like this, I know, but... You know how it is. I took this approach instead of cropping, cause she was having such a good hair day and I wanted to show her off... ;-)
Happy HNT, all...
xo
-d.
And it's a crime to have to edit it like this, I know, but... You know how it is. I took this approach instead of cropping, cause she was having such a good hair day and I wanted to show her off... ;-)
Happy HNT, all...
xo
-d.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sense Memory
I had shown up in a tube top maxi dress and nothing else. Surpised and immediately turned on, Daniel pulled me into his lap the moment we entered the hotel room. Soon my breasts spilled over the elastic top of the dress as his mouth teased my aching nipples and his hand explored my wetness underneath.
I WAS surprised. The dress had been a long time favorite of mine -- I can remember last Cinco de Mayo, propping Frances up on the counter and hiking the very same dress up over her hips to have my way with her. But NEVER with nothing else like this...
'I need to taste you,' he whispered, throwing me off in his haste to position his face between my knees.
Barely a moment went by and he needed to be inside me. I lay, disheveled, dress half removed and half pushed aside, as my knees where brought higher and his thrusts deepened. He soon pulled out and took my hand to pull me up almost simultaneously. I knew what he wanted, what was to come next. I frantically gathered the dress around my waist and turned to face him. He sat waiting, legs parted, cock rigid and glistening. This familiarly sexy sight, that I can never get out of my head, stirred a memory.
I didn't give it time to take shape. I wanted him too badly. Instead, I spread my knees and perched above him. We kissed as I sat down and in the same instant I tilted my head back to moan a lump formed in my throat. It was all so familiar. Achingly similar though the details were different. I collapsed into his chest, burying my face under his chin as tears started to fill my eyes. I couldn't make sense of the emotions. No words came.
At first I don't think he knew anything was wrong. Soon I sheepishly looked up to find his eyes on me, questioning, filled with concern.
'There was a couch in our room a year ago...' I choked out, fumbling for the words to describe this haunting feeling of déjà vu I was having.
I hadn't thought about the couch. I remembered, of course, as soon as the words left her lips... But I knew all too well what day it was. Sigh. How could I not...
I didn't need to continue. Daniel knew. He embraced me. Gathered me up and moved us to the bed.
It was a brief moment. A miniscule break in the momentum of our lovemaking. We barely even discussed it at the time, yet it was an acute grief that we are still struggling with. A year earlier from that moment, almost to the day, we created a life. A somebody we never got to meet. We still speak of him. We still get sad.
I don't know where the phrase came from, but for as long as the thought's been in our heads, they've been 'our little somebodies'. Long before it was ever as real a concept as it's become. Yes. We still get sad. We still have regrets, and things we wish we could have done differently. But at the same time, when we let it, it also gives us hope. We can do it. We know how.
Months ago, I asked frances if our somebody was a boy or a girl to her. She didn't know. But to me, he's always been our little boy...
This grief seems to surprise me with its tenacity. I know it will lessen its hold when we are able to make it "alright." Until that day though, moments like this will blend together for me. I'll get lost in the past, while thoroughly enjoying the present. I'll hurt and Daniel will pick me up and make everything ok. We won't forget, but we'll move ahead, together.
I WAS surprised. The dress had been a long time favorite of mine -- I can remember last Cinco de Mayo, propping Frances up on the counter and hiking the very same dress up over her hips to have my way with her. But NEVER with nothing else like this...
'I need to taste you,' he whispered, throwing me off in his haste to position his face between my knees.
Barely a moment went by and he needed to be inside me. I lay, disheveled, dress half removed and half pushed aside, as my knees where brought higher and his thrusts deepened. He soon pulled out and took my hand to pull me up almost simultaneously. I knew what he wanted, what was to come next. I frantically gathered the dress around my waist and turned to face him. He sat waiting, legs parted, cock rigid and glistening. This familiarly sexy sight, that I can never get out of my head, stirred a memory.
I didn't give it time to take shape. I wanted him too badly. Instead, I spread my knees and perched above him. We kissed as I sat down and in the same instant I tilted my head back to moan a lump formed in my throat. It was all so familiar. Achingly similar though the details were different. I collapsed into his chest, burying my face under his chin as tears started to fill my eyes. I couldn't make sense of the emotions. No words came.
At first I don't think he knew anything was wrong. Soon I sheepishly looked up to find his eyes on me, questioning, filled with concern.
'There was a couch in our room a year ago...' I choked out, fumbling for the words to describe this haunting feeling of déjà vu I was having.
I hadn't thought about the couch. I remembered, of course, as soon as the words left her lips... But I knew all too well what day it was. Sigh. How could I not...
I didn't need to continue. Daniel knew. He embraced me. Gathered me up and moved us to the bed.
It was a brief moment. A miniscule break in the momentum of our lovemaking. We barely even discussed it at the time, yet it was an acute grief that we are still struggling with. A year earlier from that moment, almost to the day, we created a life. A somebody we never got to meet. We still speak of him. We still get sad.
I don't know where the phrase came from, but for as long as the thought's been in our heads, they've been 'our little somebodies'. Long before it was ever as real a concept as it's become. Yes. We still get sad. We still have regrets, and things we wish we could have done differently. But at the same time, when we let it, it also gives us hope. We can do it. We know how.
Months ago, I asked frances if our somebody was a boy or a girl to her. She didn't know. But to me, he's always been our little boy...
This grief seems to surprise me with its tenacity. I know it will lessen its hold when we are able to make it "alright." Until that day though, moments like this will blend together for me. I'll get lost in the past, while thoroughly enjoying the present. I'll hurt and Daniel will pick me up and make everything ok. We won't forget, but we'll move ahead, together.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Text Tuesday - A Review of Sorts...
So, frances had a little solo playtime last week with our new glass friend. Who, as it's got certain dimensions in common with me, we've dubbed 'Dan'. :-)
f 3/6/10 9:40 pm: umm... wow. my pussy is still twitching. that was incredible. came all quick and intense. totally clenching around dan. wow. still squeezing. totally one of those ones that makes me want to go for more. holy hell.
f 3/6/10 9:44 pm: grr... the second was no less quick and intense. don't want to take out dan. the twitching is sending little shocks through me.
f 3/6/10 9:40 pm: umm... wow. my pussy is still twitching. that was incredible. came all quick and intense. totally clenching around dan. wow. still squeezing. totally one of those ones that makes me want to go for more. holy hell.
f 3/6/10 9:44 pm: grr... the second was no less quick and intense. don't want to take out dan. the twitching is sending little shocks through me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Audience Participation - 3rd Place Winner
Daniel and I had a bit of trouble placing the last 3 entries of our Audience Participation game. We almost had to call a tie for 2nd and 3rd place. In the end, the second place entry (to be revealed next week) got bonus points for sheer number of ideas, though Gregorio's is certainly intriguing and potentially VERY sexy...
I am a new visitor to your blog but I thought I would chime in anyway. I actually got this idea from another blog but I would love to see the entire package not just the aftermath. I think a nice closeup of both of you before and after sex would be very hot. You know show what you look like just before doing it and then after. You could include a description of what you did as well. Just an idea. I do love your blog too.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Gift Horse
It's not unheard of for Daniel to surprise me with gifts. A cd, a book, something I mentioned randomly that I wanted. Put this together with Christmas, Birthdays, Anniversaries, and other gift giving holidays and I am often having to sneak things into my house right under The Man's nose.
Being an instant gratification kind of girl, I can't WAIT to get things home and use them, so I find a way to explain their presence...I bought them, a friend gave them to me, I borrowed them, etc... However, Daniel and I disagree on this point. (I hope he won't mind me discussing it.) The presents I give to him, he often hides and doesn't use immediately. OK, maybe I'm not being fair. If it's a Cd he'll certainly stick it in his car and listen to it, but usually he tells me he wants to save them for OUR house, for when we are finally together. He's afraid he will somehow lose them in the divorce...?
For example (and I'm not arguing that this doesn't make perfect sense) I have given his daughter a few presents over the years. (I'd be wont to spoil her rotten if I could, but as it is I know it is tough for him to explain things, so I don't.) So I get her a few books, a cute little outfit, and I wait. I keep hoping to hear that they're reading it. To see pictures of her sweet little face all dressed up. Finally I ask and he tells me his concerns. He wants to have these things for her at OUR house. He's afraid to take them in because he fears they won't come with us. I get it. Completely. Unfortunately....the outfits won't fit much longer. ;-) To his credit he's gotten much better. He reads "The Sneetches and Other Stories" to her frequently and I did see her in one of the outfits I had gotten her. He's using the wallet I got him for christmas and he's seen how important it is to me, so he's trying.
For me, I like having little reminders of him around the house. I like picking up a book and smiling because I know he got it for me. It makes me happy to have my own little secret. To know I'm loved and well taken care of. It's worth it to me to pretend that I bought this little trinket for myself so I can wear it at home whenever I want. On the flip side, Daniel doesn't want to have to lie. He wants everyone to know who bought him his new belt or cool new accessory. I commend him for that. So we juggle. Like everything in our lives apart we try to find the balance. But I admit...it's tough keeping up with all the lies...
****On a side note...I've been a little bit hesitant to write these posts detailing the specifics of maintaining the deception of our affair. It feels disrespectful to our others. Obviously it is, but it's also an interesting part of francesanddaniel, so depsite hesitation I wanted to share. I hope you understand the turmoil and mixed feelings, but also enjoy the honesty.****
Being an instant gratification kind of girl, I can't WAIT to get things home and use them, so I find a way to explain their presence...I bought them, a friend gave them to me, I borrowed them, etc... However, Daniel and I disagree on this point. (I hope he won't mind me discussing it.) The presents I give to him, he often hides and doesn't use immediately. OK, maybe I'm not being fair. If it's a Cd he'll certainly stick it in his car and listen to it, but usually he tells me he wants to save them for OUR house, for when we are finally together. He's afraid he will somehow lose them in the divorce...?
For example (and I'm not arguing that this doesn't make perfect sense) I have given his daughter a few presents over the years. (I'd be wont to spoil her rotten if I could, but as it is I know it is tough for him to explain things, so I don't.) So I get her a few books, a cute little outfit, and I wait. I keep hoping to hear that they're reading it. To see pictures of her sweet little face all dressed up. Finally I ask and he tells me his concerns. He wants to have these things for her at OUR house. He's afraid to take them in because he fears they won't come with us. I get it. Completely. Unfortunately....the outfits won't fit much longer. ;-) To his credit he's gotten much better. He reads "The Sneetches and Other Stories" to her frequently and I did see her in one of the outfits I had gotten her. He's using the wallet I got him for christmas and he's seen how important it is to me, so he's trying.
For me, I like having little reminders of him around the house. I like picking up a book and smiling because I know he got it for me. It makes me happy to have my own little secret. To know I'm loved and well taken care of. It's worth it to me to pretend that I bought this little trinket for myself so I can wear it at home whenever I want. On the flip side, Daniel doesn't want to have to lie. He wants everyone to know who bought him his new belt or cool new accessory. I commend him for that. So we juggle. Like everything in our lives apart we try to find the balance. But I admit...it's tough keeping up with all the lies...
****On a side note...I've been a little bit hesitant to write these posts detailing the specifics of maintaining the deception of our affair. It feels disrespectful to our others. Obviously it is, but it's also an interesting part of francesanddaniel, so depsite hesitation I wanted to share. I hope you understand the turmoil and mixed feelings, but also enjoy the honesty.****
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
"Hello? Dominoes?"
"You smell like me," Daniel said as he snaked his way down my belly, kissing my tummy intermittently on his way between my knees.
He immediately inserted 2 fingers in my pussy and began flicking his tongue lightly on my clit. It was orgasm number four for me and we both knew it might be difficult. Thankfully Daniel is patient AND obsessed with me coming. I relaxed into the bed, trying to get into the right frame of mind. The neighbors behind the head board of our bed had turned the TV up to an obscene level, most likely in response to the hours of moaning that had come from our side of the wall. (This is the first time we have stayed at a Super8 Motel. It may be our last, the walls were paper thin!)
"I don't think I can, baby." I lamented out of breath and succumbing to the distraction.
Daniel responded by stroking my g spot harder, making me moan and try again. He stroked. I moaned. The TV blared and I tried to block it out and concentrate. Just then another voice entered the mix.
"Hello? Dominoes? I'd like to place an order for delivery."
I gasped, startled. The voice sounded as if it was right outside our door. Come to think of it, it seemed as if it could have been coming from INSIDE our door, it was THAT close. I sighed. We laughed at the absurdity, but Daniel wasn't about to give up. He resumed his ministrations. I zoned out and the sounds blended together becoming a dull annoyance in my head.
"I'm staying at the Super8. Room 105. You'd have to come through the front, but maybe I'll just meet you there." The man's voice intoned loudly, inside my head and out.
"Would you shut up already?! Some people are trying to come in here!" I halfheartedly shouted exasperated. Daniel never strayed from his task. Who knows what he was thinking at this point, but he's determined once he gets down there. I can't say he's EVER given up. ;-)
We settled in again trying to lose ourselves in each other, amidst the din. A few minutes passed. Startled again, I hear:
"I ordered pizza. You want me to call back for breadsticks?"
A door slams somewhere down the hall. Daniel's lips are wrapped around my clit. His head rocks gently from side to side. Another finger is added to my twitching wetness.
"Mmm...yes baby," I moan with hitching breath. I become all but silent. I am close.
"Uh...Hi...I just called a minute ago. I'd like to add breadsticks to my order..."
It is the last straw. Daniel's head lifts from between my legs and he laughs loudly. I grumble unhappily and out of breath.
After a brief pause I am back at the edge of the cliff and thankfully we stay the course. My legs begin to close around Daniel's ears as I ride out the wave of an intense orgasm.
"Mmm...I'm commmming..." I groan.
As I begin to relax, I laugh, all the tension having left my body.
"Damn, that was good." I pant.
"I bet! You've been twitching for like two minutes!" He chuckles still stroking my insides and kissing my nether lips.
We right ourselves and begin to hear soft voices in the adjoining room. Heavy breathing, sighs, and moans filter through the door that connects our room to the one opposite our bed. I giggle and Daniel shushes me with a finger to his lips. He tiptoes to the door, pressing his ear to the crack.
"Oh, yes. Right there..." We hear a female voice say. This is follwed by the slapping sound of skin on skin. They're fucking, obviously. Daniel beckons me to join him.
"Mmm..." The man grunts. "You like that baby? Just like that?"
The sounds begin to increase in tempo and volume. Daniel curls his arm around me from behind as we listen to the show. Soon they have reached their peak and are winding down.
"Oh yeah baby, I missed you. I missed you so much" He whispers lovingly to her.
Daniel and I chuckle to each other as we quietly gather our belongings to go our separate ways.
"That was hot!" I whisper as we kiss passionately. "I bet they were inspired by us."
Daniel laughs and whispers back playfully,"I kinda feel like sending them a note from francesanddaniel telling them we enojoyed the show and leading them to our blog."
We leave before doing so, but on the way out we note the room number of the door adjoining ours. It was 105. ;-)
He immediately inserted 2 fingers in my pussy and began flicking his tongue lightly on my clit. It was orgasm number four for me and we both knew it might be difficult. Thankfully Daniel is patient AND obsessed with me coming. I relaxed into the bed, trying to get into the right frame of mind. The neighbors behind the head board of our bed had turned the TV up to an obscene level, most likely in response to the hours of moaning that had come from our side of the wall. (This is the first time we have stayed at a Super8 Motel. It may be our last, the walls were paper thin!)
"I don't think I can, baby." I lamented out of breath and succumbing to the distraction.
Daniel responded by stroking my g spot harder, making me moan and try again. He stroked. I moaned. The TV blared and I tried to block it out and concentrate. Just then another voice entered the mix.
"Hello? Dominoes? I'd like to place an order for delivery."
I gasped, startled. The voice sounded as if it was right outside our door. Come to think of it, it seemed as if it could have been coming from INSIDE our door, it was THAT close. I sighed. We laughed at the absurdity, but Daniel wasn't about to give up. He resumed his ministrations. I zoned out and the sounds blended together becoming a dull annoyance in my head.
"I'm staying at the Super8. Room 105. You'd have to come through the front, but maybe I'll just meet you there." The man's voice intoned loudly, inside my head and out.
"Would you shut up already?! Some people are trying to come in here!" I halfheartedly shouted exasperated. Daniel never strayed from his task. Who knows what he was thinking at this point, but he's determined once he gets down there. I can't say he's EVER given up. ;-)
We settled in again trying to lose ourselves in each other, amidst the din. A few minutes passed. Startled again, I hear:
"I ordered pizza. You want me to call back for breadsticks?"
A door slams somewhere down the hall. Daniel's lips are wrapped around my clit. His head rocks gently from side to side. Another finger is added to my twitching wetness.
"Mmm...yes baby," I moan with hitching breath. I become all but silent. I am close.
"Uh...Hi...I just called a minute ago. I'd like to add breadsticks to my order..."
It is the last straw. Daniel's head lifts from between my legs and he laughs loudly. I grumble unhappily and out of breath.
After a brief pause I am back at the edge of the cliff and thankfully we stay the course. My legs begin to close around Daniel's ears as I ride out the wave of an intense orgasm.
"Mmm...I'm commmming..." I groan.
As I begin to relax, I laugh, all the tension having left my body.
"Damn, that was good." I pant.
"I bet! You've been twitching for like two minutes!" He chuckles still stroking my insides and kissing my nether lips.
We right ourselves and begin to hear soft voices in the adjoining room. Heavy breathing, sighs, and moans filter through the door that connects our room to the one opposite our bed. I giggle and Daniel shushes me with a finger to his lips. He tiptoes to the door, pressing his ear to the crack.
"Oh, yes. Right there..." We hear a female voice say. This is follwed by the slapping sound of skin on skin. They're fucking, obviously. Daniel beckons me to join him.
"Mmm..." The man grunts. "You like that baby? Just like that?"
The sounds begin to increase in tempo and volume. Daniel curls his arm around me from behind as we listen to the show. Soon they have reached their peak and are winding down.
"Oh yeah baby, I missed you. I missed you so much" He whispers lovingly to her.
Daniel and I chuckle to each other as we quietly gather our belongings to go our separate ways.
"That was hot!" I whisper as we kiss passionately. "I bet they were inspired by us."
Daniel laughs and whispers back playfully,"I kinda feel like sending them a note from francesanddaniel telling them we enojoyed the show and leading them to our blog."
We leave before doing so, but on the way out we note the room number of the door adjoining ours. It was 105. ;-)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Text Tue - "...Burning Love"
As you've read recently, Daniel and I can amass around 4000 texts between us each month. This may seem excessive, but as it is our main form of communication it just seems like regular conversation to us. Most days it's the usual daily life stuff that we chat about or, second favorite, are naughty things that get us all hot and bothered. We often also day dream via text. We imagine how life could be when we're actually under the same roof. We detail the Christmas parties we will host, the furniture we'd like for the living room, or even possible ways to say "I do." It's silly, but it keeps us going and often poses some interesting discussions that I know have only helped our relationship. Recently I asked, "Tell me about the day you're going to marry me." And true to form, Daniel ran with the prompt detailing a certain trip we hope to make to visit the young reincarnation of The King.
d 2/4/10 3:18 pm Ok. We're in Vegas. Doesn't matter why. :-D I've sat down to play a little poker, and you've gone off to explore, shop, maybe play a little....A couple hours later, you come back to find me, bringing me a drink. 'How's it going, lovey face?' You ask, giving me a peck on the cheek. 'Oh...Not bad,' I say, folding my cards. 'I think I'm done. Take care guys...' I say to the others at the table, scooping up my chips. I stop off quickly to cash them in, and join you tucking some bills into my pocket. 'So...What have YOU been up to?'
d 2/4/10 3:38 pm 'Oh...I tried playing this machine for a few minutes, but...I got bored. So I went shopping,' you tell me a bit sheepishly. 'Yeah?' I say. 'What'd you find?' 'Oh...You know. Shoes. Pretty dresses...' 'Shiny things...?' I wink knowingly. You just blush. 'Come on, baby, let's go...Come show me.'
d 2/4/10 4:22 pm I take you by the hand and lead you to the shops where you whiled away the afternoon...A dress in a storefront window catches my eye. 'Come on, baby, let's go in here,' I say, pulling you inside. We stroll through the racks, admiring things until we find something particularly striking. 'Oo, look at this one!' I say. 'You should try it on...' You get all shy and shuffle your feet. 'No...I can't try it on...' 'Come on, baby, please? You'll look great,' I insist, pressing it into your hands. Finally you relent and step behind a curtain to try it on. You step out and you look....Sexy. Stylish. Fabulous. :-D 'We'll take it,' I say quickly to the hovering sales person, peeling a few bills off the pile I had stuffed in my pocket. 'Baby!!!' You react in a bit of shock, 'How much did you win?' 'Enough,' I reply with a sly little smirk...
d 2/4/10 4:30 pm 'Now then,' I say, glancing first at your fabulous new dress and then at my own jeans and scruffy chuck taylors, 'I feel a little underdressed...Wanna help me?'
d 2/5/10 1:26 am We gather up your new things and head back out into the concourse, strolling with you wrapped around my arm unstil we find a suitable place to dress me up. Finding a place, you pull me inside and we stroll through the racks of suits. The variations are subtle, but we're picky... 'No...Too old and banker-y...No...Too plain...No...Too shiny...There. That one.' It's perfect. Hip. Elegant. Classic. I slip in the back to try it on and you play with a rack of ties, holding one, then another up to the fabric of your new dress...
d 2/5/10 11:19 am Finally, you find the perfect tie that compliments your new look. I step out in my new suit and you rush up to admire it. 'Perfect, lovey face.' you say, running your hands over the material and smoothing my shoulders. 'Here, try this...' You slip the tie around my neck and use it to pull me close to you for a soft, warm kiss. I quickly knot the tie, and pull you under my arm and into the array of mirrors. 'There. How do we look...?' You smile gently at our reflection... 'We look good, baby...' 'Yeah...We DO, don't we?' I nod decisively. 'Ok, let's go.' 'Where are we going?' you ask, as I bustle you out of the shops. I open the door of a waiting cab. 'We're going out! Silly girl...' :-D
d 2/5/10 11:46 am 'Out where?' you say, as we pile in the back. I just shrug a bit mysteriously and kiss you. We cruise slowly amidst the neon, and you slide across the seat to me, resting your head on my shoulder and sharing my window as we admire the sights together. Your hand lazily brushes the inside of my leg as you nuzzle into me. 'Mmmm...' I sigh, squirming a little in my seat... But before we become an episode of 'Taxicab Confessions'... ;-) we arrive at our destination and a uniformed hand opens our door. 'Hungry...?' I ask with a sly little wink...
d 2/6/10 1:50 pm Our cab pulls away and we're shown into a small, cozy restaurant. 'Reservation for [Daniel]...?' I say quietly to the maitre d', and you give me that very particular look that means I've done something sweet and slightly sneaky and totally unexpected. We're shown to a quiet table. We order wine, and food, and more wine, and we spend hours sitting and sharing and tasting and laughing and takling and stealing kisses and little touches and loving each other as hard as we can. 'You know...' I say, 'I hear there's this cool club next door...'
d 2/7/10 1:43 am I lead you next door and into the darkened club. 'What IS this place?' you ask, as I stop to grab us a pair of cocktails. 'You'll see,' I wink mischievously. We settle into a table next to an empty stage. Suddenly, the music changes, and the stage lights come up. A performer steps out on to the stage. Your eyes widen and you blush slightly. 'Oh my god, baby, is this the vampire place...?' you ask. I just smile... :-D
d 2/13/10 3:20 am I pull you close to me as we settle in to watch the show. You are a bit on the edge of your seat, squirming a little, blushing like mad, a little self-conscious, maybe just a little turned on... Things start slowly, the performers taking the stage one at a time. Thing in pairs-a man and a women. Two women. Two men. You lean over and whisper in my ear, 'You're gonna do that for me some day, aren't you?' Then in threes...Fours...Fives...Until the show climaxes with the entire cast onstage, entangled and writhing together, a sea of limbs and torsos. The lights come up and you quickly down your drink, trying to drown the heat of your flushing cheeks. 'So...now what?'
d 2/14/10 7:59 pm 'So...now that?' you ask as we hop back in the cab. 'Well...' I say, handing you a small box from my pocket, 'There's one more thing I thought we might do since we look so nice.' You open the box to find an elegant pair of rings. The pair we had admired at home... Your eyes go wide and you are a bit at a loss for words. '...Now?' 'Yes, baby,' I say. 'Right now.' The cab pulls into a small chapel. Through a happy tear or two, you manage a quiet nod.
d 3/4/10 9:46 am I take your hand and lead you inside a small chapel. We approach the reception desk, and a small grandmotherly lady looks up from her crossword puzzles. 'How can I help you?' she asks. You glance shyly at me. I glance back and nod. 'We'd like to get married please,' you say, quietly containing your excitement... 'Oh! How wonderful...' says the lady, clapping her hands together quickly and handing us a small stack of paperwork. 'Just fill these out, and Reverend Elvis will be with you in just a moment.'
d 3/8/10 5:21 pm We spend the few minutes waiting for Reverend Elvis murmuring between us about which Elvis he'll be -- young Elvis? old Elvis? -- and giggling nervously. Finally, he joins us, and he's '68 Comeback Special Reverend Elvis in black leather. He gives us a nod, tossing his hair, and we stand, holding hands tightly...
d 3/8/10 5:39 pm We reach the front of the room, and Rev. Elvis starts into a simple, charming, and slightly silly ceremony. He asks if we promise to love each other tender, and love each other true. We laugh, and say we do. Finally, he tells me I may kiss the bride, and I kiss you as if I never have before. The few people in the room applaud, and Reverend '68 Comeback Special Elvis serenades us down the aisle. 'Now then, Mrs. [Daniel]...' I say, kissing you again, 'It's late. Let's get you home...'
Fin. :-D
d 2/4/10 3:18 pm Ok. We're in Vegas. Doesn't matter why. :-D I've sat down to play a little poker, and you've gone off to explore, shop, maybe play a little....A couple hours later, you come back to find me, bringing me a drink. 'How's it going, lovey face?' You ask, giving me a peck on the cheek. 'Oh...Not bad,' I say, folding my cards. 'I think I'm done. Take care guys...' I say to the others at the table, scooping up my chips. I stop off quickly to cash them in, and join you tucking some bills into my pocket. 'So...What have YOU been up to?'
d 2/4/10 3:38 pm 'Oh...I tried playing this machine for a few minutes, but...I got bored. So I went shopping,' you tell me a bit sheepishly. 'Yeah?' I say. 'What'd you find?' 'Oh...You know. Shoes. Pretty dresses...' 'Shiny things...?' I wink knowingly. You just blush. 'Come on, baby, let's go...Come show me.'
d 2/4/10 4:22 pm I take you by the hand and lead you to the shops where you whiled away the afternoon...A dress in a storefront window catches my eye. 'Come on, baby, let's go in here,' I say, pulling you inside. We stroll through the racks, admiring things until we find something particularly striking. 'Oo, look at this one!' I say. 'You should try it on...' You get all shy and shuffle your feet. 'No...I can't try it on...' 'Come on, baby, please? You'll look great,' I insist, pressing it into your hands. Finally you relent and step behind a curtain to try it on. You step out and you look....Sexy. Stylish. Fabulous. :-D 'We'll take it,' I say quickly to the hovering sales person, peeling a few bills off the pile I had stuffed in my pocket. 'Baby!!!' You react in a bit of shock, 'How much did you win?' 'Enough,' I reply with a sly little smirk...
d 2/4/10 4:30 pm 'Now then,' I say, glancing first at your fabulous new dress and then at my own jeans and scruffy chuck taylors, 'I feel a little underdressed...Wanna help me?'
d 2/5/10 1:26 am We gather up your new things and head back out into the concourse, strolling with you wrapped around my arm unstil we find a suitable place to dress me up. Finding a place, you pull me inside and we stroll through the racks of suits. The variations are subtle, but we're picky... 'No...Too old and banker-y...No...Too plain...No...Too shiny...There. That one.' It's perfect. Hip. Elegant. Classic. I slip in the back to try it on and you play with a rack of ties, holding one, then another up to the fabric of your new dress...
d 2/5/10 11:19 am Finally, you find the perfect tie that compliments your new look. I step out in my new suit and you rush up to admire it. 'Perfect, lovey face.' you say, running your hands over the material and smoothing my shoulders. 'Here, try this...' You slip the tie around my neck and use it to pull me close to you for a soft, warm kiss. I quickly knot the tie, and pull you under my arm and into the array of mirrors. 'There. How do we look...?' You smile gently at our reflection... 'We look good, baby...' 'Yeah...We DO, don't we?' I nod decisively. 'Ok, let's go.' 'Where are we going?' you ask, as I bustle you out of the shops. I open the door of a waiting cab. 'We're going out! Silly girl...' :-D
d 2/5/10 11:46 am 'Out where?' you say, as we pile in the back. I just shrug a bit mysteriously and kiss you. We cruise slowly amidst the neon, and you slide across the seat to me, resting your head on my shoulder and sharing my window as we admire the sights together. Your hand lazily brushes the inside of my leg as you nuzzle into me. 'Mmmm...' I sigh, squirming a little in my seat... But before we become an episode of 'Taxicab Confessions'... ;-) we arrive at our destination and a uniformed hand opens our door. 'Hungry...?' I ask with a sly little wink...
d 2/6/10 1:50 pm Our cab pulls away and we're shown into a small, cozy restaurant. 'Reservation for [Daniel]...?' I say quietly to the maitre d', and you give me that very particular look that means I've done something sweet and slightly sneaky and totally unexpected. We're shown to a quiet table. We order wine, and food, and more wine, and we spend hours sitting and sharing and tasting and laughing and takling and stealing kisses and little touches and loving each other as hard as we can. 'You know...' I say, 'I hear there's this cool club next door...'
d 2/7/10 1:43 am I lead you next door and into the darkened club. 'What IS this place?' you ask, as I stop to grab us a pair of cocktails. 'You'll see,' I wink mischievously. We settle into a table next to an empty stage. Suddenly, the music changes, and the stage lights come up. A performer steps out on to the stage. Your eyes widen and you blush slightly. 'Oh my god, baby, is this the vampire place...?' you ask. I just smile... :-D
d 2/13/10 3:20 am I pull you close to me as we settle in to watch the show. You are a bit on the edge of your seat, squirming a little, blushing like mad, a little self-conscious, maybe just a little turned on... Things start slowly, the performers taking the stage one at a time. Thing in pairs-a man and a women. Two women. Two men. You lean over and whisper in my ear, 'You're gonna do that for me some day, aren't you?' Then in threes...Fours...Fives...Until the show climaxes with the entire cast onstage, entangled and writhing together, a sea of limbs and torsos. The lights come up and you quickly down your drink, trying to drown the heat of your flushing cheeks. 'So...now what?'
d 2/14/10 7:59 pm 'So...now that?' you ask as we hop back in the cab. 'Well...' I say, handing you a small box from my pocket, 'There's one more thing I thought we might do since we look so nice.' You open the box to find an elegant pair of rings. The pair we had admired at home... Your eyes go wide and you are a bit at a loss for words. '...Now?' 'Yes, baby,' I say. 'Right now.' The cab pulls into a small chapel. Through a happy tear or two, you manage a quiet nod.
d 3/4/10 9:46 am I take your hand and lead you inside a small chapel. We approach the reception desk, and a small grandmotherly lady looks up from her crossword puzzles. 'How can I help you?' she asks. You glance shyly at me. I glance back and nod. 'We'd like to get married please,' you say, quietly containing your excitement... 'Oh! How wonderful...' says the lady, clapping her hands together quickly and handing us a small stack of paperwork. 'Just fill these out, and Reverend Elvis will be with you in just a moment.'
d 3/8/10 5:21 pm We spend the few minutes waiting for Reverend Elvis murmuring between us about which Elvis he'll be -- young Elvis? old Elvis? -- and giggling nervously. Finally, he joins us, and he's '68 Comeback Special Reverend Elvis in black leather. He gives us a nod, tossing his hair, and we stand, holding hands tightly...
d 3/8/10 5:39 pm We reach the front of the room, and Rev. Elvis starts into a simple, charming, and slightly silly ceremony. He asks if we promise to love each other tender, and love each other true. We laugh, and say we do. Finally, he tells me I may kiss the bride, and I kiss you as if I never have before. The few people in the room applaud, and Reverend '68 Comeback Special Elvis serenades us down the aisle. 'Now then, Mrs. [Daniel]...' I say, kissing you again, 'It's late. Let's get you home...'
Fin. :-D
Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Audience Participation - The Results
It's been so long that you might not remember our proposal to be your annotomically correct playthings, so feel free to refresh your memory here. Though the submissions were meager in number we much appreciated our friends Panserbjorne, Gaz, Ron, and Gregorio playing along. As it is...we plan to accomplish them (the new ones anyway) and blog about each throughout 2010. We're still going to rank them cause having a winner is just plain fun, but we'll have 1st-3rd place and an Honorable Mention as opposed to just one big winner. We like to spread the love and all these scenarios just sounded like fun. :-)
So without further adieu our Honorable Mention goes to.....
Though his story is exactly the kind of entry I expected when we proposed this idea, fun in a movie theatre/the parking lot is actually something we've already accomplished and blogged about. Maybe it's worth revisiting with some of Ron's ideas thrown in... ;-)
You are sitting in a movie theatre in the middle of a rainy day, towards the back of the theatre.
There is another couple sitting at the opposite end of your row. There are other couples sprinkled around with a few single people sitting there as well. The theatre is relatively new, and has loveseats where you can push the armrest out of the way as if you are sitting on a couch at home.
You lean against each other with his left arm around your shoulders and her right hand resting on your thigh.
The movie begins and the on-screen image shows a couple engaged in a hot scene. She begins to rub her hand up and down your leg, pausing at the top to give your cock a playful squeeze. She pulls you closer to her and lets your arm hand down over her shoulders. Your fingertips graze her nipples which are already hard from the combination of rain water and air conditioning on her top.
"You're not wearing a bra," you whisper. "I know," she laughs quietly, "keep doing it. You know it makes me wet." She feels your cock getting thick and hard under her hand. She pulls your jacket over your lap. You keep eating popcorn with your left hand while you use your right to undo your belt, the button and slowly unzip your pants. You hear a cough from behind as someone comes in from the refreshment counter. You both smile but neither one of you stops.
She pulls your cock out of your pants and and begins to stroke it slowly. You lean over and kiss her neck. Your fingers pinch her taut nipple and then you move your arm from around her to her lap. You thread your arm under hers, as she continues to stroke you, and you pull up her skirt.
Your fingers run over the silky fabric of her black thong. You are already very hot and wet, he knows how bad youwant it. "Finger my pussy," you whisper. "Feel how hot you make me." You both stare straight ahead, pretending to watch the movie. You stop stroking for a moment to lick your fingers, rubbing the wetness against the head. He sighs quietly and you feel his cock throb against your hand harder.
He continues to tease you by stroking your thigh and touching you only through the fabric.
"Touch me," you whisper urgently. He pushes the fabric aside and presses his fingers against your wetness. Slowly he teases your clit, playing with it back and forth. You moan quietly, almost under your breath. He slides his fingers in, wet and sticky and bringing it back to your clit. "Why don't we get out of here," he says. You look at each other, knowing this can't wait until you get home.
Quickly, you leave the theatre and run towards the car, conveniently parked near some trees. You slide in the backseat and he gets in next to you. You kiss each other hungrily, tongues teasing and playing against each other. He unbuttons your top, spreading it open so he can tease your nipples with his tongue. His mouth is hot against your skin and you inhale deeply as his tongue moves against you. You push him away for a minute so you can strip off your shirt. He kisses your neck and chest, moving from one side to the other. She undoes your pants again, and pulls out your cock. She leans down and teases you with her tongue, wet slow kisses against the steamy flesh. She won't work too long, She wants you to fuck her good and hard, and she wants it to last.
She removes her panties, tossing them aside. She straddles your lap and slowly slips you inside.
You look directly at each other, savoring how good it feels, how satisfying. She begins to rock against you, rocking her hips slowly. He touches your face with his hand and you lean over to suck on his thumb, never breaking your stare. You go on like this, her bucking against you, feeling his cock filling you, stimulating you. He slips his thumb out of your mouth and begins to rub your swollen clit. "That feels so good," you moan. "You make me so hot." You lean in towards each other and start to kiss again. He kissses your neck and nibbles on your ear. "You like to ride my cock, you bad girl," he says.
"Mmmmm...you know I do. I love it."
He lowers his head to suck on your nipples some more. His right hand continues against your clit while his left pinches and strokes your breast. His tongue works circles around your nipple. You move against him faster, feeling your orgasm rise. He moves his hands to your hips and matches your rhythms together. You moan louder and cry out, as the waves of pleasure come over and over again. She moves her hips from the rocking motion to up and down, so it slides along his cock. "Soon," you moan. "It's so close."
“Do it how you like baby," I tell you. "I want to watch you cum."
Faster you ride you, up and down and again until I hear it, in his breathing. He climaxes inside you, and you feel his cum shoot into you as you both thrust harder and harder, your orgasm growing and growing….
You get dressed, drive home, and vow to repeat again when you get inside.
So without further adieu our Honorable Mention goes to.....
Though his story is exactly the kind of entry I expected when we proposed this idea, fun in a movie theatre/the parking lot is actually something we've already accomplished and blogged about. Maybe it's worth revisiting with some of Ron's ideas thrown in... ;-)
You are sitting in a movie theatre in the middle of a rainy day, towards the back of the theatre.
There is another couple sitting at the opposite end of your row. There are other couples sprinkled around with a few single people sitting there as well. The theatre is relatively new, and has loveseats where you can push the armrest out of the way as if you are sitting on a couch at home.
You lean against each other with his left arm around your shoulders and her right hand resting on your thigh.
The movie begins and the on-screen image shows a couple engaged in a hot scene. She begins to rub her hand up and down your leg, pausing at the top to give your cock a playful squeeze. She pulls you closer to her and lets your arm hand down over her shoulders. Your fingertips graze her nipples which are already hard from the combination of rain water and air conditioning on her top.
"You're not wearing a bra," you whisper. "I know," she laughs quietly, "keep doing it. You know it makes me wet." She feels your cock getting thick and hard under her hand. She pulls your jacket over your lap. You keep eating popcorn with your left hand while you use your right to undo your belt, the button and slowly unzip your pants. You hear a cough from behind as someone comes in from the refreshment counter. You both smile but neither one of you stops.
She pulls your cock out of your pants and and begins to stroke it slowly. You lean over and kiss her neck. Your fingers pinch her taut nipple and then you move your arm from around her to her lap. You thread your arm under hers, as she continues to stroke you, and you pull up her skirt.
Your fingers run over the silky fabric of her black thong. You are already very hot and wet, he knows how bad youwant it. "Finger my pussy," you whisper. "Feel how hot you make me." You both stare straight ahead, pretending to watch the movie. You stop stroking for a moment to lick your fingers, rubbing the wetness against the head. He sighs quietly and you feel his cock throb against your hand harder.
He continues to tease you by stroking your thigh and touching you only through the fabric.
"Touch me," you whisper urgently. He pushes the fabric aside and presses his fingers against your wetness. Slowly he teases your clit, playing with it back and forth. You moan quietly, almost under your breath. He slides his fingers in, wet and sticky and bringing it back to your clit. "Why don't we get out of here," he says. You look at each other, knowing this can't wait until you get home.
Quickly, you leave the theatre and run towards the car, conveniently parked near some trees. You slide in the backseat and he gets in next to you. You kiss each other hungrily, tongues teasing and playing against each other. He unbuttons your top, spreading it open so he can tease your nipples with his tongue. His mouth is hot against your skin and you inhale deeply as his tongue moves against you. You push him away for a minute so you can strip off your shirt. He kisses your neck and chest, moving from one side to the other. She undoes your pants again, and pulls out your cock. She leans down and teases you with her tongue, wet slow kisses against the steamy flesh. She won't work too long, She wants you to fuck her good and hard, and she wants it to last.
She removes her panties, tossing them aside. She straddles your lap and slowly slips you inside.
You look directly at each other, savoring how good it feels, how satisfying. She begins to rock against you, rocking her hips slowly. He touches your face with his hand and you lean over to suck on his thumb, never breaking your stare. You go on like this, her bucking against you, feeling his cock filling you, stimulating you. He slips his thumb out of your mouth and begins to rub your swollen clit. "That feels so good," you moan. "You make me so hot." You lean in towards each other and start to kiss again. He kissses your neck and nibbles on your ear. "You like to ride my cock, you bad girl," he says.
"Mmmmm...you know I do. I love it."
He lowers his head to suck on your nipples some more. His right hand continues against your clit while his left pinches and strokes your breast. His tongue works circles around your nipple. You move against him faster, feeling your orgasm rise. He moves his hands to your hips and matches your rhythms together. You moan louder and cry out, as the waves of pleasure come over and over again. She moves her hips from the rocking motion to up and down, so it slides along his cock. "Soon," you moan. "It's so close."
“Do it how you like baby," I tell you. "I want to watch you cum."
Faster you ride you, up and down and again until I hear it, in his breathing. He climaxes inside you, and you feel his cum shoot into you as you both thrust harder and harder, your orgasm growing and growing….
You get dressed, drive home, and vow to repeat again when you get inside.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Secret Stash
Daniel and I have amassed quite the porn/sex toy collection. It's been quite fun actually. We shop online 'together' and frequently add things to our wish lists at Adam & Eve, Extreme Restraints, and Eden Fantasies. Then whenever a holiday rolls around, we start to get bored, or want to try something new out, one of us will log on and send a naughty package to our PO Box. Most of the toys we find time to talk about here, but even the ones we don't, we need somewhere to store them. For a while I was the holder of all things sexual. I'm not sure how it happened, but I think it boiled down to the fact that I could carry them in my purse or overnight bag easily without raising suspicion. Daniel would keep the leathers and some lube in the deep pockets of his winter coat, but that proved troublesome come summer. Eventually I got sick of being the only one hiding the goods, so I kindly requested he bear some of the burden. When this package arrived, Daniel became the guardian (Though he has since relinquished those duties after having left a shopping bag full of toys at the Best Western)
So where do I keep them you might be wondering...? Well, once again, not one of my best plans, but as I mentioned, The Man is OBLIVIOUS, so they are all in large paper shopping bag at the bottom of my closet. This is tucked under over night bags and random purses, but for the most part easily accessible if The Man really wanted to snoop. Now, if he DID snoop, i'm not saying anything is right out in the open. The toys from the Best Western fiasco are all packed up in the shoe box they were going to send us them in and the others that I have are in a little ditty bag with my name on. The other shoe box in the bag is full of cds daniel has made me as well as ticket stubs and mementos from our trips (or times he was sweet.)
If The Man did look in the bag he'd first see a T-shirt of daniel's (that he might think was mine) and these boxes and bag that he might not think to look in. **Shrug** I guess I just count on the fact that The Man has never been overly curious or disrespectful enough to go through my stuff.
All in all I think this is a better place to keep them than the trunk of Daniel's car, which was HIS plan. ;-)
Stay tuned to hear how we get away with buying each other presents.
So where do I keep them you might be wondering...? Well, once again, not one of my best plans, but as I mentioned, The Man is OBLIVIOUS, so they are all in large paper shopping bag at the bottom of my closet. This is tucked under over night bags and random purses, but for the most part easily accessible if The Man really wanted to snoop. Now, if he DID snoop, i'm not saying anything is right out in the open. The toys from the Best Western fiasco are all packed up in the shoe box they were going to send us them in and the others that I have are in a little ditty bag with my name on. The other shoe box in the bag is full of cds daniel has made me as well as ticket stubs and mementos from our trips (or times he was sweet.)
If The Man did look in the bag he'd first see a T-shirt of daniel's (that he might think was mine) and these boxes and bag that he might not think to look in. **Shrug** I guess I just count on the fact that The Man has never been overly curious or disrespectful enough to go through my stuff.
All in all I think this is a better place to keep them than the trunk of Daniel's car, which was HIS plan. ;-)
Stay tuned to hear how we get away with buying each other presents.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Giddy
"You look smug," I chided playfully as I perched happily above Daniel, impailed on his cock.
"You look giddy," He responded haughtily, chuckling lightly.
I increased the speed of my motions, reveling in the feel of being full, completely full. Daniel was burried in my pussy and my new anal plug (a gift from my love) was nestled snugly between my cheeks. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as an uncontrollable smile spread across my face.
"That grin is ridiculous," he laughed, his hips rising to meet me.
"Nu uh..." I challenged, unaware of my present state. Arguing, as I'm wont to do, for the sake of arguing. At this point I was completely unaware of anything but the sensations in my lower half...
"Look at you! You're fucking me and giggling!" Daniel insisted as we both laughed lightheartedly.
"Good thing I know better than to be offended." He remarked, knowing my penchant to laugh when sexually overstimulated.
It was surreal, blissful. I felt high and completely euphoric as I rode him. Giddy with sensation. Giddy with love. Giddy with lust. Giddy with happiness. As usual, he was right, giddy I was.
"You look giddy," He responded haughtily, chuckling lightly.
I increased the speed of my motions, reveling in the feel of being full, completely full. Daniel was burried in my pussy and my new anal plug (a gift from my love) was nestled snugly between my cheeks. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as an uncontrollable smile spread across my face.
"That grin is ridiculous," he laughed, his hips rising to meet me.
"Nu uh..." I challenged, unaware of my present state. Arguing, as I'm wont to do, for the sake of arguing. At this point I was completely unaware of anything but the sensations in my lower half...
"Look at you! You're fucking me and giggling!" Daniel insisted as we both laughed lightheartedly.
"Good thing I know better than to be offended." He remarked, knowing my penchant to laugh when sexually overstimulated.
It was surreal, blissful. I felt high and completely euphoric as I rode him. Giddy with sensation. Giddy with love. Giddy with lust. Giddy with happiness. As usual, he was right, giddy I was.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Text Tue - Questions
These are questions I posed to Daniel via text on the afternoon of February 25, 2010. His answers are in italics. I thought they might make a nice Text Tue post. :-)
1. When I see you later (today), the first thing I want from you is...your lips on mine.
2. The thing I'm most craving is...you is my lap.
3. The part of your body I'm most looking forward to seeing is...your sweet face. Touching? your soft pussy. Licking? and again.
4. I need your hands to...open up my pants and find me all hard and waiting for you.
5. If you don't...come for me...I might go crazy.
6. I love the way...your tits...feel against my chest, when you're riding me.
7. Every time we're together you seem to surprise me with...how thrilled I am just to see you.
8. That look into each other's eyes when we magically connect...is the most satisfying thing about fucking you.
9. (Blank)...is the dirtiest thing I can think of wanting to do to you, but I'm not sure you'd agree to it. Um...I've got nothin'. Lol. I know you'll do the dirtiest things I can think of wanting, and that's why I love you. :-D
10. I've never told you this, but sometimes I think...of what a great story it's gonna make...when we're making love.
11. Whenever we meet I can't wait to get your...pants...off.
12. You always look sexiest when...you're coming for me.
13. I always feel sexiest when...I'm giving you all you can take.
1. When I see you later (today), the first thing I want from you is...your lips on mine.
2. The thing I'm most craving is...you is my lap.
3. The part of your body I'm most looking forward to seeing is...your sweet face. Touching? your soft pussy. Licking? and again.
4. I need your hands to...open up my pants and find me all hard and waiting for you.
5. If you don't...come for me...I might go crazy.
6. I love the way...your tits...feel against my chest, when you're riding me.
7. Every time we're together you seem to surprise me with...how thrilled I am just to see you.
8. That look into each other's eyes when we magically connect...is the most satisfying thing about fucking you.
9. (Blank)...is the dirtiest thing I can think of wanting to do to you, but I'm not sure you'd agree to it. Um...I've got nothin'. Lol. I know you'll do the dirtiest things I can think of wanting, and that's why I love you. :-D
10. I've never told you this, but sometimes I think...of what a great story it's gonna make...when we're making love.
11. Whenever we meet I can't wait to get your...pants...off.
12. You always look sexiest when...you're coming for me.
13. I always feel sexiest when...I'm giving you all you can take.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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