My Very Merry Christmas
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Posted:Jan 3, 2014 10:42 am
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Chapter 1 - It Starts
I know a lady, let's call her G... One day, while chatting, she mentioned that she was very tense. I told her I would rub her shoulders for her when I saw her next, and went on with the conversation.
Then, the day came. I was lying in my bed when she came into my house and called out, “Hello?”
I answered from the bedroom, and she came to the door, sensing that it was time, but nervous beyond words.
She stood at the door and asked, "Where do you want me?”, so I patted the bed in front of Me. I murmured, “Give me your back, I promised you a massage." So I started on a little back rub.
As I kneaded her, her movements grew fluid and languorous, and she reached an arm back to curl around My neck. I caressed her face, her neck, then her breast. We took her shirt off, and I played with her lovely, pert, little breasts for a little while as she moistened for Me, then I said, “Let’s take your pants off.” She whispered, "I'm shy." I asked her if she wanted Me to turn the light out, she said yes. I did, and, when I got back into bed, I pulled her to Me with her back to Me again, and I pulled the sheet up over her and said, "There you go, shy" lol.
I went about caressing her arms, neck, shoulders, breasts, and suckling her nipples while she grew more and more excited. I ran My hand down the length of her, and barely tickled her mons pubis. I got down on the floor and pulled her to the side of the bed, where I threw one of her legs over My shoulder and started kissing her thighs while caressing her mons, then kissed closer and closer until she couldn't take anymore and thrust herself up to My mouth. I tried to go slowly, but she was having none of it. At first it was just tiny, little, broken moans... I slid a finger inside her, her moaning became louder; I stretched her until I could fit another finger inside, suckling and licking her clit while she shuddered to her first, gentle orgasm.
I wasn't done.
I reached for the toy box, glad I had prepared for all possibilities (there wasn't much room at all in there!) and packed a few small toys in with the usual and checked all the batteries. I slid a toy inside, and rocked her to a higher plateau. When she came down from that one, I turned it on. I soon had her screaming broken little nonsense words as I pounded her to another peak. After that one, I turned it back off, but continued stroking light little calming strokes, as if cooling down. While keeping her sensitive with the longer, lighter strokes, I reached for another toy with my free hand. I started deepening the thrusts again, using her sensitivity to bring her easily back into hard play. When she was fully with me, I turned it on, kept stroking, then turned it higher, kept stroking, then turned on the other one and pressed it to her clit. She shrieked, then screamed, "Yes!" and didn't stop screaming... when she was close, I turned down the one inside her, and took away the one on her clit. She screamed, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" so I brought my mouth down on her clit hard and sucked. She cried, "Thank you!" and came to a rolling, shuddering orgasm that left U/us both soaked, trembling and sated.
Chapter 2 - Again:
Mmmmmmm, she's so sweet. I had her again day before yesterday. I put 2 pillows in the middle of the bed, the smaller at the top where it would normally go, and the fuller parallel below that. I had her lie on them, the fuller pillow under her stomach, her face on the smaller, then I tied her hands and one foot to the corners of the bed.
I massaged her arms, back, hips, legs, then lightened My touch to a gentle stroke, went over the same areas, then again with My fingernails. That's when she started to squirm. My poor darling had had to wait a week and a half between sessions, so she was feeling a little anxious. Bending her free leg, I made room for Myself to settle between her legs. I barely whispered a touch over her tiny tuft of pubic hair, and she whimpered.
Wanting to move in slowly, since I was forgoing nipple play for the position, I ran my fingers over and through it, caressing her mons pubis, stroking gentle little touches down the length of her labia majora, but she was too anxious and too wet for me to hold back much longer. Still loathe to hurry, I languidly slid just one finger between her lips, stroking and toying with her labia minora, then, finally, her clit. I found it erect and attentive, and when I did, she cried out into the pillow. I positioned a finger on either side and stroked it's sides while I slowly increased My tempo and pressure. Soon, however, her self-control was shattered, and she was writhing quite insistently, effectively ending my leisurely lead-up. I slid a toy inside of her and she screamed, "Yes!" so I started with a somewhat more arduous thrust than I normally would have, lol. I centered My fingers on her clit and thrust the toy into her while her moans and cries grew in volume and senselessness, and she rode them to her first and, this time, medium strength, orgasm.
A fast learner (or, one could say, easily spoiled), she wasn't buying My slow-down. After the first pounding following her orgasm, I started to slow, but she wasn't having any of it. Ah, well, I can adjust. So, I pounded hard a while longer, enjoying her screams, then got another toy from My toy box. I turned them both on, placed the nubby one on her clitoris, increased the pressure of the one inside her, and ground into her while she rode wave after wave of pleasure. When her urgency transformed into repletion, I turned the toys off, slowed, then gentled, My thrusts inside, and made sure she was feeling the slow down. When W/we were synced, I replaced the toy with a slightly larger (but still quite small, the poor girl's not used to much!) toy, and began to increase the depth and strength of the thrusts, causing her to cry out in her helpless reception, and I worked the pace back up to a good, violent pounding until she was thoroughly undone and completely sated.
I untied her foot and a hand, she untied the other one and clung to Me, murmuring broken phrases of adoration and satisfaction, while the haze cleared and she became capable of forming complete sentences again.
Chapter 3 - Monday:
On Friday, I was typing out that last blog entry and pondering how very long it would be before My lady love could get away again, and the days seemed to stretch into eternity. I know she’s alone in that bed 3-4 nights a week, and it drives Me up the wall to think of it… Making up My mind, I donned My sweater and shoes and drove to her place, where W/we watched movies and played card games with the until bed time. After bed time, she had a few beers while W/we cuddled and finished O/our movie. When it was over, she skipped back to her bedroom, calling Me to join her, and she modeled some new clothes she’d picked up with her Christmas money. I didn’t realize how many beers she’d consumed, and thought that her newly discovered boldness was simply from being in her familiar surroundings. At any rate, no one’s complaining 
When she’d finished her show, I told her to join Me where I’d settled on the bed. I was starving for her! I felt that I’d made a good show of patience and deference, and it was high time to bring O/our evening to it’s natural culmination. She came willingly into My arms, where I held and caressed her, enjoying her sweet softness and eager acceptance of My attentions. I paused long at her breasts, where I drank thirstily, almost (but not quite) regretting having tied her face down a few days earlier. More familiar with My touch, and full of the knowledge of My goal, she was soon writhing and squirming quite insistently! Unable to deny her, I unfastened her khakis. W/we removed them, leaving Me to teasingly caress her through her soft panties. I DID, then, find the will to deny Myself a few moments longer, in order to tease her a little more, fanning her fires ever higher. When W/we finally removed the last barrier between U/us, (*OMG, I couldn’t even finish this blog! Tell ya later.) she was frantic, panting, but I was calmer than ever. I gently kissed each thigh, then her swollen lips, again and again, deepening My kiss with a little dart of My tongue, then deeper still. I drew my tongue up the length of her lips, then My kiss grew bolder, deeper and more passionate. I drew out a toy and slipped it inside, beginning to lose my cool. As I tried to control the pace of My thrusts, My tongue lashed wildly, spurred on by her thrashing, moaning undulations. We went on like this for a while, Me loving her taste as well as her unmasked abandon, her helplessly riding wave after glorious wave of pleasure, until W/we lie in each O/others’ arms, floating gingerly back up from the purple haze that had engulfed U/us.
Chapter 4 - *
Now, as I was TRYING to write this blog, My lady love was visiting, and went outside for a smoke. Feeling chilled by the 4 degree wind that blew in, I jumped into My bed and turned on My electric blanket!
When she came back in and called out to Me, I squealed, “It’s so frickin cold!!” and she came in to offer warmth. I threw back the covers and she crawled into bed with Me, where we lay snuggling for some time.
O/our hands were restless and in constant movement. I told her I was too cold to play around, that W/we were just snuggling, but her sweet, clinging movements and the way she pressed her lovely body to Mine did not seem to care a fig about My firm announcement! She raked her luxuriously long nails through My hair and across my scalp, and began planting tiny, mewling kisses on My neck and décolletage. Entirely of Their own volition, My Hands somehow segued from rubbing to stroking, from warming to sublimating, and her tiny, pleasured whimpers grew in volume and avidity. Ahh, heavens, I can’t fight the both of U/us!
I growled some quazi-displeased final scold and pressed her back into the bed, shoved her clothing aside and found her nipple with My mouth. I drew deeply from each rosy bud for some time before running My hand down her body to her apex, where I rubbed firmly, temporarily assuaging her growing need.
W/we removed her tights, and I continued for a moment before removing her panties and moving for the toy box. She clung to Me and cried, “Don’t leave me!”, so I instead slid a finger inside her very welcoming warmth. Wanting to give her more, but not daring to leave her side, I stretched her gradually until I could squeeze a second finger inside. Her moans grew louder, her head thrashed about frantically; I adjusted My angle to give her a straighter shot, then really gave her a good pounding.
Over the next several minutes, I drank in her screams and reveled in her pleasure. I was oblivious to everything else in the world while W/we danced on the waves of love and let it swallow U/us up in it’s depths.
Chapter 5 - Make Up Session
I kept trying, on Wed, to find a time when my lady love and I could get together, but I just couldn’t. Things were pretty busy that day. I told her I was sorry for the business and promised that I wouldn’t make her wait another whole week. So, on Friday evening, after all of My business was concluded for the week, I packed a little toy box and headed out of town to her place. W/we couldn’t even wait until the end of the movie… cuddling on the couch became loving, went steadily from warm to hot. I couldn’t get enough of her. I told her to straddle Me, then spent a good deal of time kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing her back and firm, shapely behind. I took her long, luxurious hair down from it’s tidy coiffure and let it fall, wild, around U/us. Now, you have to know, I’m generally a polite Person and almost never intend to interrupt someone’s movie. Having said that, there came a time that evening when I was certain she no longer cared, so I took her to the bedroom and told her to strip for Me, and where to arrange herself.
We’d been hurried and the scenario unplanned the Monday before, so I was longing to take My time, drink her in deeply, and love her very slowly. She let Me this time, confident that I would get where she wanted to go, soon enough. After thoroughly loving her breasts, I settled between her legs and set about gingerly kissing her thighs, her mons pubis, and then very slowly licking My way to her clit, which I bathed with long, arduous kisses. The tide eventually rose and the pace quickened until she was riding My face and exclaiming little nonsensical squeals, then convulsing around Me and crying out her pleasure. I held her and placed slow, loving kisses all around her adorable little pussy while reaching for a small toy. I inserted it slowly, a little at a time, still kissing her, laving her labia minora like a particularly sweet ice cream, and worked slowly up to a good, hard pounding, slamming into her as though I was angry, beating her body into a submission to Me that comes only by loving this thorough I worked the tempo up and down a few times, then pulled out the nubby toy and turned both on, pressing them hard to her inside and out, holding her while she was tossed violently upon wave after wave of pleasure until she reached her end again. After she was sated, I kept going! I abandoned the clitoral play and dedicated the rest of the evening to impaling her with varying angles, speeds and force; drawing from her, nearly against her will, even more moans, convulsions (and, yes, awe, if I do say so, Myself) until she was shaking and nearly devoid of fine motor skills. I held her for long moments, running My hand calmingly up and down the length of her body, neck to hip, and stroking her hair back while she caught her breath and her mind began it’s slow descent from paradise, before arising from her bed and driving back home with a great big smile on My face.
Chapter 6 - The Recliner
While My lady love was over for a visit, last week, she was sitting in My recliner. I pulled the lever to elevate her feet, removed her socks, and gave her a little foot rub, which I had recently promised her. Soon, though, I found myself distracted by her lilting voice as she spoke and her curvaceous legs… I suppose you know, I couldn’t resist working My way up them to her knees. Then, of course, I had to include her thighs, which led to her sighing, then the smell of her heightened tension. That was my undoing! I removed her pants to caress her more intimately, through her panties, then those were removed as well when neither of U/us could help it. I indulged in a bit of oral play before getting a toy out. I had rearranged some of the sleeves on various posts, you see, and I was anxious to try them out on her. I started by slipping a short stubby one inside… when I had slowly worked her up to a more fevered pitch, I replaced it with a longer, though smoother one… I held her! She took it well, no, more than well! My darling was tormented by the recliner, not the steady, firm bed she’s used to. She couldn’t find a good surface that would stay put for her to thrust from, so she was completely at My mercy! I waited as this knowledge took root in her subconscious, and as her body led her, instead, to gravitate directly to Me, seeking Me out, grinding against Me. She was so far gone with pleasure that her next climax saw her squirting (the first of that kind I’d seen from her. Incredibly gratifying, I must say)! By that time, though, the recliner had been pounded into the next room, so I bade her come the rest of the way down onto a sheet on the floor, where I finished off the rest of her energy. When she was spent, I pulled her up onto My lap, her trembling legs and arms holding Me tightly for along while, and W/we drifted slowly back to reality.
Chapter 7 - Rougher
We were in her room, on her bed, when I ravished her. I tore her clothes off, grabbed a handful of her hair, pushed her face down onto the bed and half massage/half scratched her legs and back while working a trail of hard, passionate, biting kisses up the back of her thigh to her ass. I laved the area thoroughly then slid a finger inside her. And I had thought her pussy was tight! I’d have a hell of a time getting anything in here! So, I continued working behind her with my finger while I shoved a larger (for her) toy into her kitten roughly, drawing a startled gasp. I pounded her for a little while that way, then turned the nubby clit toy on full blast and held it hard to her pleasure center. While she was distracted, I replaced my finger with the smallest toy I own, perhaps 1/8” larger than my thumb, then fucked her hard with both toys inside while the nubby worked it’s magic until her climax crashed over her with a growling shout. I removed the clitoral stimulus, pounded her a while with both internal instruments, then removed the anal stimulus and gave her one more good hard fucking before letting her back down to earth.
Chapter 8 - Necessity is the Mother of Invention
Okay, this chapter might be weird, I acknowledge that right now. The judgmental should skip to the next chapter. It’s okay if you laugh, I understand. I did, afterward
I’ve developed a fondness for using the largest of My few small dildos (which is flesh colored, or beige) on My lady love, pleased that I’ve worked her up to the point that she can take it. It’s still notably smaller than My favorites, but good progress for her. It’s a little awkward to handle, because it’s actually made to be used against a smooth, hard surface and has a suction cup at the end. It was just the only thing I had between the smaller of the small set and My 2 medium sized ones, which she cannot take yet. I doubt she’ll ever be able to take any of the 4 in the large set, which I usually use for company.
So, I was snuggling with My lady love today and one thing led to another. After I’d orally brought her to her first climax, I inserted a small, purple toy into her throbbing pussy and used it for a few minutes, before switching to the beige one. As I was fucking her at various speeds and using the clitty vibrator off and on, eventually I became frustrated because I wanted to grab her hips as I thrust into her; then I had a wild thought. I grabbed the suction cup with My mouth and continued pounding her that way while My hands were free to grab her hips and thrust her down to meet My coming upward thrust! It probably sounds silly, but I thought it was great, and she loved it, too.
I love how her little love sounds go from tiny whimpers and moans to screams and shouts, alternately pleading and pleasured, as I carry her up and down the rapids of euphoria. I love how afterward and for a long while she can barely form a coherent sentence and stumbles over her words. I love how she trembles, shakily tries to catch her breath, and clings to Me, curled around Me. I even love how she clumsily stumbles and drops things when she thinks she can walk again on her trembling legs. Sometimes, life is good.
Chapter 9 - Sick
Well, I’ve taken to making each time I’m with My lady love a chapter, so I’ll continue in this fashion unless there’s some dire need to change the format. I went to My lover’s house as usual, but she was tired and achy from having whatever’s going around, so I held her a few hours and watched some movies with her. Later she told Me off because, apparently, I shouldn’t have spared her! Lol, My bad.
Chapter 10 - Dennis
My boyfriend at the time, Dennis, was spending the day and night with Me. We were cuddling on the loveseat when My lady love came over. I told My b/f to wait 5 minutes and then join Us in the bedroom.
I took G into My bedroom, stripped her, blindfolded her and strapped her arms to the corners of the bed. I covered her with a sheet and joined her in the bed, cuddling her and running My hand up and down her luscious body. Dennis entered and slipped into bed with Us, on the other side of her and, when he was settled, We each took one of her nipples into Our mouths and ravished her, running our hands down her body to her thighs- Dennis thrusting two fingers into her and I was raking My fingernails up her thighs, across her torso, and grasping the breast I was working on.
As shy and self-conscious as she is with new people, she shattered the moment Our lips touched her, and just kept getting hotter with every move We made. I gave him a toy to replace his fingers inside her, then I lubed up the tiny one and took her anally. Once we had a good, steady rhythm going and she was screaming past her first orgasm, I got out her clitty vibrator and tore another one from her. Then I felt bad, because she was shocked, gasping and parched. I removed the last 2 stimuli and replaced the little purple toy I’d given Dennis with the larger beige one, and he took over her nipple play while I guided her up and down a few more pleasure hills as I varied the speed and force of My thrusting, until Our time constraints forced Me to bring her down to a comfortable satisfaction.
Chapter 11 - Love Seat
As I was headed to prepare a place for a game I had in mind, I found 3 cats sleeping peacefully on the very bed I’d had in mind. DRAT! So, I headed for the loveseat.
I instructed G to remove only her pants and panties, nothing else. Then I had her sit on the edge of the loveseat and lean back into it. Then I told her to ignore what I was doing, to tell Me a story. As she was trying to think of a story, I kissed her pussy very lightly. She said, “Ohh!” and, momentarily went on trying to think of a story. Then I ran a finger softly down her slit, not even penetrating the folds. She began to stutter. I paused. When she was able to form a whole word, I flicked My tongue, delving just inside her labia, grazing her clit. She caught her breath. I kissed her thigh and waited. She tried again, I kissed her again, then delved a little deeper. She brokenly explained that she couldn’t think of a story so she would tell Me the alphabet. I slowly slid My tongue from opening to clit. She was saying letters, but I have no idea what she thought she was spelling, because it certainly wasn’t the alphabet!
I continued kissing, licking and sucking…. I do recall, there were an awfully lot of “Z”s… she was shouting them over and over at one point, during her first climax. I thrust her favorite toy into her and pounded away as she shouted nonsense letters and syllables, soon utilizing the move I’d stumbled across in Chapter 8 (don’t judge. Ik it’s weird, but We both love it, so I’m gonna keep doing it!). When her screams became broken and scratchy, I calmed the pace and brought her down gently.
Chapter 12 - c
I got a face book message from a boy who used to serve Me… those W/who’ve read My other blogs know him as “c”. W/we had not parted on good terms and I had no desire to have any dealings with him, regardless of his prowess. I mentioned the message to G, and she immediately asked Me to give him one more chance because she wanted to meet him. Then I remembered- SHE’D read the blog, too. Damn. So, I sent c a message saying it was his lucky day and that G wanted to meet him. I warned him not to let her down, and he promised he would not. Well, Y/you’re reading this, so, Y/you probably already know- he didn’t he WAS late, though. Had to say that.
Upon planning the scene, and knowing both of G’s timidity around strangers and of c’s unmatched skill as seducer, I asked G to try, just this once, not being blindfolded and restrained, but to let the evening take it’s course naturally. Trusting Me, she acquiesced.
My lady love and I had been snuggling on the couch when he knocked at her door. She let him in and W/we sat and talked for a few minutes. She looked up at Me and almost whispered, “What do You want me to do?” I told her how to get ready, then W/we all went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I, at the head, facing her; c, behind her, at the foot, started skillfully brushing her hair. I held her, nuzzled her neck, then couldn’t resist kissing it, then licking and biting as she grew more aroused and less afraid.
I’m afraid I jumped the gun, breezing past a few shades of arousal that I’d meant to let her experience that night. I’ll work on that. It’s just that she responds so passionately to My every touch… no. No excuse. My fault.
I planted hard, sucking kisses down the column of her delicate, fair neck, then laid her back onto c while I kissed a path down her breasts, torso and, with c having taken over her top half, I was free to concentrate My attentions on her sweet, moist kitten. She was wet for Me already when I delved in, and she was soon riding My face like her life was at stake. After she’d past her first orgasm, I started with the biggest toy she can take, the beige one. I gave c the lube and the tiny anal toy, then pressed the clit vibrator to her pleasure center and W/we pounded her past another! c and I pushed and pulled and pounded her around between U/us the rest of the night. This went on for nearly 2 hours. At some point I turned her around, pulled her back against Me, and took over the top half while c controlled the lower half. Every time she thought she didn’t have another orgasm left in her, c deftly tore another from her hot, senseless form until she was completely undone, and had both the strength and vocabulary of a newborn doe.
Chapter 13 - Happy Birthday to Me!
Having such a magnificent performance just a few days earlier to live up to, I had a lot of play in mind, and My time was slowly slipping away. When My lovely lady came into My bedroom, I told her to strip and get into My bed. Poor darling - she complied with obvious discomfort, so that, when she got into the bed, she curled herself into a tight, timid ball. I pulled the sheet up to her neck and held her until she unfurled and relaxed against Me. I held her a while longer, sorry that I had been so blunt, stroking her hair and back and bottom.
When her discomfort was forgotten, I began kissing her neck slowly with open mouthed kisses and little, teasing nibbles. I turned her away from Me, my mouth sending delightful little thrills from her neck and shoulder to her center. My hand found a breast, and cupped it, then tweaked the nipple. I turned her to Me, My mouth replacing My hand on her breast, my hand wandering to her other breast to play with it for a few moments before winding a course to her apex and slowly, teasingly penetrating her delicate folds.
I stroked her hot, wet kitten torturously slowly, then thrust in one finger, then two, all the while suckling and biting her nipple. Wanting more, wanting her under My mouth and also wanting to get deeper, I abandoned her nipples to reposition Myself between her legs. I slid a small toy inside of her and lowered My head to feast on her succulent clitoris. After her first orgasm, I replaced the toy with the somewhat larger beige one and, this time, handed HER the clitty vibe while I concentrated on fucking the shit out of her. She did as I wanted. After a while with that one, I held it in My mouth, pounding her that way, too. After another orgasm, I gave her a bit of a pounding, then brought her down to an intermediate stage. I took the toy out, and slowly worked the Slim line - My favorite, for Myself, but larger than she’d taken before - into her until she could take a little movement. There was some play, then I went a little deeper, and again, until I was pounding her with it while she screamed and shouted and rode it hard. I inserted a second toy, anally, and her moans got louder and even more excited.
Overwhelmed, she later turned onto her side, legs together, pulled up at a 90 degree angle. I slowed down and backed out just a little and gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then I took her right back up to fast, hard play for quite a while. Wanting a little more access, I pulled her legs off the bed and got her to her knees. I was going at her like nobody's business and then, after I pounded out every last orgasm she had in her body, I was still inside her. I was sitting on the floor behind her, running My hands all over her luscious body, back, hips, legs, ass. She was spent and replete but then, I flexed My sternum out just a little and it gave the toy a tiny shove; she breathed a lovely little moan. I did it again and I was running My hands all over her still, caressing each curve possessively, pulling her to Me as I flexed every now and then, nearly transfixed by her pleasure-soaked moans... When all was quiet, she turned herself to lie across My lap, and I held her there until she was ready to try walking again.
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STOLEN, Couldn't resist.
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Posted:Jun 23, 2013 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2013 10:53 am
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A man goes to the doctor with a long history of migraine headaches. When the doctor does his history and physical he discovers that the poor guy has tried practically every therapy known to man for his migraines and STILL no improvement.
"Listen," says the doc, "I have migraines, too and the advice I'm going to give you isn't really anything I learned in medical school, but it's advice that I've gotten from my own experience. When I have a migraine I go home, get in a nice hot bathtub and soak for a while. Then I have my wife sponge me off with the hottest water I can stand, especially around the forehead. This helps a little. Then I get out of the tub, take her into the bedroom, and even if my head is killing me I force myself to have sex with her. Almost always the headache is immediately gone. Now give it a try, and come back and see me in six weeks."
Six weeks later the patient returns with a big grin. "Doc! I took your advice and it works! It REALLY WORKS! I've had migraines for 17 years and this is the FIRST time anyone has ever helped me!"
"Well," says the physician,"I'm glad I could help."
"By the way Doc," the patient adds,"You have a REALLY nice house!"
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Blog #2, Chapter 6.)
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Posted:Jun 15, 2013 5:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2020 12:33 am
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Ladies, you'll know what I'm talking about- I met this guy, Michael, online, we were chatting, seemed to maybe be an okay fit, wanted to get together, but Our schedules never worked out. We actually hadn't even talked in a couple of weeks, I think, when I get this message from him saying he was with this bi chick, Sue, and she wanted them to get together with another gal. He also happened to mention that Sue is a squirter. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, never having had one before, but I thought it would at least be a unique experience! We all did a three way chat, talked, and planned a date. So, the day comes, it's like 90 minutes before We'd planned to meet, he calls and says he's going into surgery the next day and can't make it, but that W/we should go ahead. So I called up this guy, Greg, who I had been seeing from Arkansas and told him what was up, and that he should ask his wife if it was cool if he took us both out (I had spoken with her previously, it was all cool. She said, "In fact, PLEASE", lol. I hear that, you know, sometimes after a while...) and he responded in the affirmative. Not sure how he'd had time to ask, but, whatever, I knew she was cool. So, he came up, took us to dinner (Bella Pepper, I believe) and then to the show. Of course, We sat on either side of him, everyone grabbed a handful of everyone else, etc. Poor dear was very worked up!! His wife called about 15 minutes before the show was over... apparently she was under the impression that he was just coming up to get laid, and would be back earlier, she didn't know he was doing the whole dinner and a movie thing. We did stay for the end of the movie, but then had to go. Sue had brought her car from Alba, and Greg had picked Me up in Neosho on the way out to meet her in Joplin, so she drove home and he drove me home on his way. He DID stop at My place for a few minutes for a little relief before heading home, and that was it.
We'd had a great time, but I hadn't realized that Sue and I hadn't really had a chance to talk privately. Didn't cross My mind. So, Sue and I are chatting it up, when Michael gets out of the hospital and starts acting like a first class jerk, so we dump him. I mention to her that I have a lovely little submissive (y'all remember c?) and would be delighted if she'd meet him and perhaps give him a bit of practice . She said she wasn't sure about the whole M/s scene, but agreed to meet and speak with him.
Now, c likes to have a very general outline of the broad, basic plan highlights for the evening, and W/we talked about putting her mind at ease, explaining BDSM from his point of view, massage and seduction. My expected intervention/addition-to-the-scene point was near the end of the massage. W/e all arrive at My studio and get settled in and talking. It comes up that Sue is actually STRAIGHT and it was MICHAEL who wanted the whole thing to go down. OMG. Holy cow, this girl is straight, and it's too late to pull c aside and discuss a strategy shift. I might even have done it anyway and risked an awkward moment, but, something told Me he was smooth enough to handle it. I do have to admit to being a tiny bit nervous, though. Sue is a VERY outspoken woman. You know the kind I'm talking about. Very frank.
So, c weaves her this beautiful story about his personal feelings and what submission means to him, and I totally think she got it. I nearly wept, Myself! Mollified and much more relaxed, she accepts the massage My lovely little c requests the honor of giving, and, I'm here to tell you folks, he did it again. he adjusted the timing of My inclusion to after an orgasm or three, at which time she was perfectly fine with Me joining right in and pounding the aggression right out of her  ! I found that it actually is quite exciting to make a squirter orgasm, and W/we wrung poor Sue dry! The bed was completely soaked. I had never experienced anything like it. What a blast!
Good times.
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In Paradise (Reformatted)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2013 9:40 am
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One time, my husband and I were on our way for me to meet a friend of his who lived just outside of Paradise, Idaho. As we were getting ready to leave Boise, we ran into one of my ex-boyfriends.
Chapter 1. - At Kinkos
Sep 19, 2007 11:31 pm
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So, my husband, Rob (last names will be omitted to protect the naughty), was in Kinkos, and I was waiting for him in the car. My old boyfriend, Frank walked up, saw me and said, "Heeeeeyyy! How've you been, baby?" We got to talking, and weren't quite done catching up on old times when my husband came out of the store. We were driving a Station Wagon with the back made out into a bed. I asked Frank if he wanted to come to Paradise with us, and he accepted. My husband drove, while Frank and I lay in the back talking. When we got to Rob's friend, Richard's house, everybody was introduced to everybody else. Richard's mother was sleeping, so we got in her car to talk, Rob and Richard in the front seats, Frank and I in back. So, Frank and I were talking, had been for a while, when, out of the corner of my ear I heard Richard tell Rob that he had not been laid in over 6 years! (He had been in prison most of that time) I gasped, and said to my husband, "Oh, honey. Isn't that terrible? Your poor, good friend hasn't been laid in over 6 years! Don't you feel so bad for him?"
Chapter 2 - Outside of Paradise
Sep 20, 2007 11:31 pm
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So he asked, "What? You want to fuck him?" I said, "No. But don't YOU want me to? He's been such a good friend to you, and I know you would do whatever you could for him to help ease his pain." So he said, "Fine. Yeah. Whatever." I said, "Nope. Not with an attitude like that. If it's not about YOU wanting to help your friend, I don't want to do it." He sighed. "Okay. Yes, I want you to help my friend." I said, "Why, honey, that's very generous. What a good friend you are! Richard, would you like to come back to our car to discuss the details?" He was already trembling and stuttering in his excitement, but he got out a choked, "YES" and stumbled from his mother's car to ours.
Chapter 3. - Here's how it Happened
Oct 12, 2007 4:03 pm
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Richard and I, in my car, discussed the details of when and where, and could not come to an agreement. We could not use his mother's house, nor take her car. I wouldn't do it in her car right there in a fairly lit neighborhood, as he suggested, nor would I take my car, which my husband also drove, and he would have to think about it every time he got in. Unless... unless he was a PART of it. THEN it would be okay. Richard said he'd never done anything with a man, just let a few of them suck his dick in prison, but that's it. I said it was up to him, he could have us both or neither of us unless he could think of a better place. He couldn't, of course. He wanted it SO BADLY and finally said okay. That only left me with one problem. What to do with my too-straight-ex-boyfriend Frank. I figured he' feel better about waiting if I made his other option sound absolutely unbearable. I went to Richard's mother's car where Rob and Frank waited, and told Rob our decision. He reluctantly agreed, knowing that the happier I am, the happier he will be
Rob went on over to my car and got in to wait with Richard, and I explained to Frank and said, "So, your options are pretty much hang out here for a little bit (I'm SURE he won't take long) or come with us." Frank looked me right in the face and said, "I'll go." I said, "No, I mean, you can either wait here or come BE A PART OF IT with us." And he said, "I know. I told you I've been trying to be more open-minded since all that stuff, trying to broaden my horizons. So, why not? I'll go." I was stunned. He had no idea what he was getting into. I had no idea how it would play out. But, we all got into my big, old station wagon and headed for a dark, quiet spot.
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Chapter 4. - Deep into the Darkness
Apr 29, 2009 3:25 am
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We got there, and the boys stripped, but each held their hats over their centerpieces! I lol, and told Rob and Frank to lie down side-by-side in the car. Then I took Richard's hand and put in on Rob's leg. I began to slowly move it up his leg, but, when we hit knee, Richard jerked his hand back and said "I can't! I can't!"
I sighed, then asked him to trade places with Frank. When they had, I started to ask Frank, "Do you want to try..." but before I even finished my sentence, he was bobbing on Richard like it was going out of style! I couldn't believe it! My too-straight ex-b/f! I can't remember ever being so proud of him. What a good sport! I tried to do the same to Rob, but I was so enthralled that I could not pay attention! I said, "SWITCH ME! SWITCH ME!!" and he did and started sucking my husband's dick. I lost it, and fucked them all, beginning with the guest of honor, and ending with my husband.
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Blog #2: My Straight G/f
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Posted:Jun 10, 2013 9:35 am
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Blog #2 Chapter 1.)
I moved to Missouri in '08 and started working at a place in the middle of Joplin. There was a gal who worked there, Becki (again, last names will be omitted to protect the naughty), who was just the cutest little thing! 4'10" of redheaded spitfire! We became fast friends, and, one evening after work, she was kind enough to show Me around all the local adult entertainment stores. I bought some man-on-man, she said she wanted to borrow them, and the subject of each of our sexuality came up. She is very straight, and I am very pansexual. It also came up that I thought she was cute, and would be there for her if she ever changed her mind. Days went by, we worked together, life went on. I made copies of those videos. There was some room left at the end of one blank, so I threw in a favorite mostly-girl orgy to fill up the time. I gave the tapes to her at work one day. Time passed. Some days later, about an hour after I'd gotten off of work (I lived in Neosho, we worked in Joplin, and she lived in Webb City), I get a text from her saying, "This video is wow." So, I'm glad she's enjoying the man-on-man action, and go on about My day. She texts again, "You should come over here and do what you want to me." OH, THAT VIDEO!! I had completely forgotten! I asked her if she was drunk, and she confirmed that she was, in fact drunk. I lol'd and told her not to tempt Me. She texted back that she was serious. Well, I know how these things play out, and I was not in the mood to coddle some shy, meek newbie. I told her I just got back from Joplin, and was not about to drive back through it to Webb City just to have the straight drunk girl chicken out. She insisted that she would not. Of course, I knew that she would. Duh, she's straight. Drunk and aroused, yes, but straight. I finally agreed just to shut her up, and packed a toy bag (for the 0.01% chance that she really was THAT drunk), and started driving. I was half way there when she texted Me to bring toys. I told her it was taken care of. So, I get there and she's in a black lace nightie and very, very drunk. I hesitated, unwilling to press My advantage. We talked for a while, then she just traipsed into the bedroom and turned on the video. I am polite, but not a fool. I followed. ...
Blog #2, Chapter 2.)
I started giving her a back massage, and she was purring and moaning within a few seconds. I have a reputation to consider, so I tried to be firm and go at a leisurely pace and build it up over a long period of time like I always try to do, but she was quite insistent! Shortly, I moved my work area to her breasts, which soon had her thrashing. Now, as much as I'd hate to be accused of not being thorough, I will never be accused of being a Tease! The poor darling was nearly in pain, so I moved south. I can't begin to explain why women so frequently turn on Me, but she was quite insistent with the undulation of her hips that I fill her up, and polite clitoral play be damned! Sighing, I inserted a toy appropriate to what My fingers had discovered I had room for. Okay, perhaps a tad bigger, but I do so enjoy inserting large objects into hungry little kittens like hers... Anyway, she shifted to accommodate Me, and, starting with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts inside complementing My tongue on the outside, I followed her moans to a quicker and quicker pace, until she was being buffeted about so wildly, I had to replace my tongue with my fingers. It went on and on, and she took it all. After about an hour, I could hear that she was parched, and I would normally have taken a break to get her some water, but I didn't dare break the spell with this skittish little straight girl, so I kept on. I sympathized, but kept on Another 30 minutes in, We had somehow shifted to the side of the bed and I was pounding her off of it. Her poor head would've been hitting the floor if she'd been any taller! I wanted to make a few short jokes, but thought that might not be appreciated at that exact moment. When she was spent, limp and hoarse, I pulled her back onto the bed, straightened her nightie and sheets, cleaned up the mess I'd made, turned down the lights, kissed her forehead and said, "Good night, princess", locked the door and left. Once again I thought to Myself, "No one appreciates my chivalry". Then again, I had just taken advantage of a drunk, straight woman who would probably be tender for a few days of soaking in the tub.
Blog #2, Chapter 3.)
The next day, I heard nothing from Becki. Assuming she would be somewhat chagrined (whether or not she remembered, she would be too tender to think nothing had happened), I made no contact. After several hours, I started to worry. She wasn't bleeding, that I know of, when I left, but I was certainly lively enough for that to be a possibility. Some girls might think something amiss if that had been the case. Either way, the soreness was likely to be internal bruising. I, personally, F#%ING LOVE to be pounded that way after an orgasm, but she was pretty vanilla... Anyway, I finally texted, "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" After quite some time she said I hadn't hurt her. Perhaps I should've, but I didn't know that our little trifle was a State Secret... suffice it to say that the younger boys We worked with gave her a lot of sh!t for it. It was actually just a little razzing, but she was so hypersensitive about it, it egged them on. I took her out to dinner a few times, and once or twice We went to see the younger boys in their band and joined the mosh pit to cheer them on. She never texted me to come back over, but she did tell Me We were going on vacation together and for Me to find the hotel room. I only say that because it was very singular. A few days before We were set to leave, she was talking about drinking and told Me to promise not to mess with her. Now, at this point I'd like to remind you that a.) She has never had a better, more selfless lover than I, b.) she continued to see Me outside of work, and c.) she demanded that We spend 2 nights in the same hotel room. I didn't feel that I could honestly make her that promise, so I said, "I promise I will never do anything to you that you don't want Me to do to you." The day came, and We packed up and headed out for a 5 hour drive to Jacksonville, AR.
Blog #2, Chapter 4.)
I want to rewind just a bit to give you a little history. The timeline of this blog will be slightly skewed, but the jist will come to you just the same. Some events, or time periods, overlap. As an Aquarius, a Fixed sign, I have always been stubborn. I have even been accused of being a Dominatrix by most of my family. As far as I understood it at the time, if ANYONE in my family was dominant and controlling, it's My Mother! She's not just any Domme, she's The Grande Domme! I was so tired of defending it, that, one day, some years back, I agreed, "Yes, okay, I'm a Dominatrix." and set about looking into it. Turns out, the role actually DOES suit Me quite well, with a few small variations! And I had, in many ways, been practicing it in My personal life. Well, I jumped right in and set out to find Me a little submissive! I screened a few, even took on a few for a short while, but nothing seemed to really click the way I wanted it to. I lived the lifestyle when I could, but mostly held vanilla relationships day to day. Then one day I found this adorable little subbie that so pleased me in almost all of the right ways; I was quite taken with him (sorry, no first OR last for this one. He may run in these circles and I don't want to out anyone, just tell a fun story. If you need to call him something for your OCD brain, L/let's call him "c"). At c's initial and public screening, he was polite, intelligent, interested and eager. At his second and private screening, he was every Domme's dream. Scratch that. Every woman's dream, any kind of woman. He was intent, perceptive, attentive, and learned each of My desires almost simultaneously with me having them!! He was highly skilled in many areas of service, and eager to learn more. I was so pleased with his performance that I took him to meet The Grande Domme, and, of course, She adored him as well. I won't frighten you with the blood-soaked details, but I will tell you IT WAS GOOD. Every few weeks for months it was good. Now, I told you that so that I could tell you this: ...
Blog #2, Chapter 5.)
You may think you know where this is heading after reading post number 3, but you would probably be wrong. The drive with Becki to Arkansas was hellish. She was pure redhead, and I was just not feeling it. I wanted it to be over almost the same time We crossed the state border. I didn't know how We would survive 2 nights together with her G^# d^(% mother f$%^&*# incessant b!#@&ing. And it kept getting worse. 3 days later, We somehow made it back to Neosho without murdering each other. I was loathe to spend another second with her, but she wanted Me to highlight her hair, which I had promised to do. She got her stuff and I was online chatting with c, that little subbie boy I told y'all about. She came over, and sat at My desk while I concentrated on pulling her hair through those d@$% holes without pulling her hair out. I guess we got to talking... I was 75% done when I looked at My computer, and Becki had been chatting with My little subbie boy as if she were Me!! She had told him to come over and to bring beer! I didn't think he knew, yet, that I disliked beer, so the only way he could possibly have known it wasn't Me was a subtle tone/language difference. I know I wouldn't have noticed. Anyway, he had said that he was on his way! After a 5 hour drive, I hadn't showered or unpacked or straightened up! I IM'd for him to bring wine coolers as well (it happened that he had had his IMs sent to his phone), rushed with her hair, and jumped into the shower while she picked up. He arrived, and served Us drinks, bussed, and made limited polite conversation while We drank and talked about work and life... until her speech began to slur.
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At that point, her hair had been rinsed and was almost dry, so I told her how very skilled c was at hair brushing, and I suggested that she should let c brush her hair. She agreed . There was a twin bed and a King bed in My studio, and they were doing hair on the little bed. I lay down on the big bed and pretended to sleep, while c smoothly segued to massage, and the massage became a seduction so very imperceptibly that she herself could not tell you when it changed. I could hear it all, but, if I looked, she'd know I was awake and watching. Soon, though, I could tell by her muffled moans that she had her face in the pillow and that the seduction was successful. I silently got a toy out of My toy box and tip-toed over to c, covertly handing him the tool. Then I scurried quietly back to the bed to resume My sleep-like position. When I was settled, I heard a mild choking gasp, then the volume (and, eventually, avidity) of her moans increase seemingly infinitely. My darling boy kept going on her so long, I actually did fall asleep in spite of the excitement! At some unknown hour, he gently woke Me with soaked hands, and let Me know he was going. I smiled and drifted blissfully back off to sleep, thinking what a good boy c was. ... to be continued ...
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