Oh Mommy

I started to fall asleep on the couch last night, not that there's anything unusual about that, I fall asleep on the couch most nights. Dustin was walking around in his boxer briefs and a tank top. He pulled his underwear down to show me his ass, which I proceeded to bite. Not all men have an ass, let alone a nice ass. Dustin, however, has a gorgeous ass. It's not huge, but he definitely has one. It's something I can grab a hold of for a nice hard fuck. Anyways, I began biting his ass, along with rubbing my hands all over his body. He's got an amazing body, and has worked hard for it, losing 60 pounds within the last year. He's toned and working on definition now. Running my hands all along his body, I can feel the form of all his muscles. I sometimes have him flex for me just so I can rub on him. I laid back on the couch, and started to doze off again. That's when he started to run his hands along my body. At first it was gentle, almost a tickle, but then his hands got down to my ass, and he began to spank me. With each passing smack on my ass, he would hit just a little harder, in the same spot causing me to moan and and squirm. I love getting spanked by Dustin. He knows exactly how to get me off doing it. We had talked about maybe doing some anal play, and we were both very excited for whatever was about to happen.
We headed to the bedroom, where we let our hands explore each others body. Not only have we been talking about anal play, but the subject of me dominating Dustin in the bedroom has been coming up more frequently. As we were laying in bed, my ass still tingling from the spankings I had been given a short time ago, the dirty talk started. I love hearing Dustin tell me what he wants to do to me, what he's going to do to me, or what he wants me to do to him. While he's telling me he wants me to play with his ass, he's still touching me, and my body is craving more. He begins to kiss along my spine, while digging his fingers into my ribs, the sensation of pain and pleasure all at once about to overwhelm me. My first reaction is to the pain, but the pain feels so good, I can't help but to start moaning.
It's now my turn to tease him for a little bit, and hopefully make him crave my body a little more. I have him lay down, and I start kissing all over him, letting my hands wander. I love feeling his body react when my hands linger in certain places. Caressing next to his balls, running my fingers close to his hardening cock but not touching it, playing with his ass all get me the reaction I'm looking for. I hear a moan escape from his lips here and there. I feel his cock flinch in anticipation of my next touch. Dustin has a gorgeous cock, and it's the perfect size. I can get all of it in my mouth, and love to do so. This night was no exception. I swallowed his cock, and could tell he enjoyed it. By this point, we had teased each other enough, but we both wanted more.

I rolled over onto my stomach and told him to fuck me. Even though we had been discussing anal, I wanted him in my pussy. I was dripping already and craving him. He shoved his hard cock inside me, and started to thrust, hard. It felt amazing, but I knew it could feel even better. The dirty talk had continued, but there was something new added. Dustin started calling me "Mommy." It wasn't something I had asked him to do, but he knew how much I got off on calling him Daddy, so I had no problem going along with it. When he started saying Mommy, it started to feel weird to have him taking me from behind. I knew that I needed to be on top, to be in control, to be Mommy. I pulled away from him, and told him to get on his back. I straddled him, shoved him inside me, and almost immediately started to cum. The more I bounced on his cock, the harder I came, the more he kept saying Mommy. I let all my juices out, and they began to drip down his sides, as he started to say things like a child, begging his Mommy for more.
Once I came the first time, I was able to be more in control of the situation. Hearing Dustin saying Mommy, begging me not to stop, feeling him squirm beneath me was such a turn on, it made me want to torture him more. It made me want to not give him what he was asking for, not yet anyways. I started to rock back and forth on his cock, in an irregular manner, hard and soft, slow and fast. I trying to bring him to the edge, and then yank him back from it at the last second. Instead, I ended up throwing myself over the edge, making myself cum again, even harder than before, all the while, hearing him cry out, "Mommy!"
I enjoy getting myself off as much as the next gal, but by this point, I needed to make sure Dustin got off, too. I knew he was close, I could feel him getting harder inside me. I kept riding him, slowly at first, gradually increasing my speed as I whispered in his ear. "Do you want Mommy to make you feel good?"
"Yes, Mommy. I'm close Mommy, I can feel the tingle."
"Let it go, baby. Mommy wants you to let it go."

I was riding him harder and faster now, I wanted him to cum. I was kissing and licking his neck, shoving my tongue into his mouth, wrapping my hands around his neck to begin choking him. The choking did it. He came, hard. I could feel him draining into me. I came again, too. I seem to always cum again with him. I collapsed on top of him, and began to tell him how much I liked him calling me Mommy. He clearly enjoyed it as well. I hope this becomes another regular part of our already amazing sex life.

Pegging

Last night was a great night. We didn't have anything planned, we were just relaxing and enjoying the night. We were both horny as hell and had planned on playing some once the girls went to bed, but I wanted to take it a step further. 

There are a lot of things I have said I would never do or try, or that I just flat out wasn't interested in. One of those things was any kind of anal play. I thought it was gross, I mean, it's your ass! It's for exit only, how could anyone get any kind of pleasure out of it? I didn't understand and was very closed off to it. I was young and conservative, and not that adventurous. I would learn....boy, would I learn.

Fast forward to the first guy I dated after my first husband and I split. Greg was not my typical type. He was a tad overweight, a total geek (because there is a difference between nerds and geeks!), but he paid attention to me. He was my boss at my second job, and that made fucking him that much more exciting. For as reserved as he was, there were things he wanted to try that, at the time, I didn't really want any part of. He really wanted to engage in water sports, and I was NOT into that at all. He approached the subject of anal a couple of times, but I usually brushed him off and quickly changed the subject. One night, after a few beers and a few shots (I was still drinking at this time, among other things), he brought it up again. This time, I figured, what the hell. He told me that if I didn't like it, or it hurt too much, he would never ask me for it again. So we went for it. Anyone that has ever had anal sex knows that you need lube, and lots of it. Things like Anal Eaze help a lot because it has something in it to desensitize you, making the entry not as painful. Well, I don't think Greg took any of this into account, and I sure as hell didn't think about it, so we went at it with nothing. Thankfully, he had a smaller penis, but it still hurt. Telling him it hurt, seeing me tense up, didn't matter. He just wanted to finish. When he was done, I told him that would never be happening again.

Fast forward about another year, and I'm with Dustin. He's asking me if I'm interested in trying it again. I'll be honest, I wasn't completely opposed to trying it with him, but it was going to take a little while for me to be really excited about it. He was okay with that, and never pressured me about it. We would talk seriously, or dirty, or during phone sex, and when I was finally comfortable with the thought, and actually interested in trying it, I told him. I can't honestly tell you how long into our relationship it was before he actually fucked me in the ass, but I will say that it has been somewhat of a staple in our bedroom. 

I started thinking that since I enjoyed him fucking me in the ass, I wondered if he would. When giving him head, I started to play with his ass a little to see what kind of reaction I would get. I got a very positive reaction, so eventually, I would play a little more. I would use my tongue, finger, my little squishy vibrating butt plug once or twice. He seemed to enjoy it all. 

One night, I had him on his stomach so I could kiss his back. I started thrusting my hips into his ass, and heard a very happy moan. At that moment, I wanted to just put on a strap-on and fuck him long and hard. Unfortunately, we don't have a strap-on, so I couldn't do it. I do, however, have a glass toy that is made for anal play. I got it out, and started teasing him with it. Hearing him moan, watching his hips buck, seeing his hand go straight for his hard cock, I knew I was on to something.

Back to last night. I told him that I wanted to fuck him in the ass with that toy. He instantly got hard, and I loved it. We started playing on the couch. I was stroking him, making sure his gorgeous cock was nice and hard, and then I begged him to lick me. I wasn't begging enough, because as he got up, he slapped me, and told me to beg him more. Of course, I obliged, and he began to kiss and lick me all over. God was it good. The way he looked up at me while he was licking my pussy and teasing my ass was so hot! He made me cum a couple of times, and then it was his turn.

I lead him to the bedroom, climbed up on the bed, and immediately started licking his cock. I have never enjoyed giving a man head as much as I do with him. I've had enough practice with him that I'm finally able to deep throat, and I was doing as much of that as I could last night. I wanted him nice and hard and ready for me. I made him roll over on to his side and spread his legs. I was enjoying being in charge and telling him what to do. I immediately grabbed the toy, used the lube, and started to shove it in. I went slow at first because I didn't want to hurt him. The immediate, intense moan coming from him told me I was doing a good job. I can't describe the intense feelings that came over me as I was fucking him in the ass, but I know I want to get a strap-on to be able to do a better job of it. As I had the toy in one hand, I grabbed his cock with the other and began stroking. He turned a little and asked me if I was trying to make him cum, because he was close. I decided to stop, for now, and have him use me. 

That's when he went into Daddy mode, making sure I was enjoying his cock and getting off. But just as I was about to cum, Sir came out and demanded that I hold it in. He flipped me onto my stomach, shoved his cock back in me, and began to fuck me hard, mean, and started spanking me. The pain from the spanking made me want to cum even more, but I was still denied. It wasn't until after he came that I was allowed to cum with him rubbing on my clit. We were both completely spent and satisfied. I asked him if he was okay with everything. He turned to me, smiled, and said that I could fuck him in the ass anytime. 

Anyone that's reading, what are your feelings about pegging? Is it something you're willing to try, or is it a hard limit for you? I'm curious to see what others have to say about this subject.

My BDSM Inclination

A few friends of mine have taken this quiz and gotten interesting results, so I figured, what the hell? If you go to quizfarm.com and do a search on BDSM, you will come across the quiz with the title "BDSM Inclination." I have to say, I think the results for me are pretty accurate, but what do you all think?

You Scored as Switch
(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.))) You know what you want but it has nothing to do with your own role in the bedroom. You have the ability to be flexible in that area which can be useful for exploring you sexuality with your partner.

Switch

100%

Bondage

86%

Sadist

82%

Masochist

82%

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

79%

Experimental

75%

Submissive

75%

Dominant

68%

Degradation Lover

57%

Vanilla

7%

Name Calling

Whenever you're in a relationship, or just in bed with someone, pet names or nick names always seem to come about. When I'm talking to my husband, I rarely say his name. I usually call him babe, honey, or some other variation of the "traditional" nick names.

Since we've started exploring the world of BDSM, we've also started exploring and playing around with different nick names and dynamics. After talking with some people on Twitter, I started calling him Sir, and he, in turn, called me his slut or his whore. Calling him Sir almost brings on a completely different personality. My husband is a gentle, quiet, shy man; but when I start to call him Sir, he turns into a much more aggressive, almost mean man. The second I say, "Yes, Sir," the switch is flipped. He will begin to growl, almost as if he's hungry and I'm his meal, he begins to bite, his slaps get harder, his thrusts deeper, and I'm almost never allowed to show just how much I'm enjoying it. I love seeing this kind of transformation in him, and I love feeling how much he enjoys it as well.

So up until now, that was about the extent of the nick names. I got a text from a friend a few days ago. We have tried in the past to get together for a threesome, and for her and I to just basically fuck. It hasn't ever worked out, but it's something that has always been in the back of our minds. She and her boyfriend just broke up, and she's got some time to come play. So we have been trying, again, to set something up. Just the thought of all of this gets me very excited, and very wet, even as I'm typing this out. She is part of our vanilla life, but I'd still love to have even just one night with her. She's been with women before, and that's a part of me that I've never fully explored. Don't get me wrong, I could never be in a relationship with a woman, but I am perfectly fine with fucking one. And even more okay with having my husband watch.

I told Dustin about the texts while he was at work. I wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to let his imagination run wild before he came home because I had a little surprise in store for him when he did get home. Talking to her, I'll call her N for now, had me so worked up all I wanted to do was either masturbate or get fucked, but I had to wait. Kids were running wild, and Dustin was at work. I made sure I got the girls to bed early that night. I put on my thigh high socks and the panties I know he loves to see me in. He ended up getting home late that night because the bus broke down right when he got on it. When he did get home, he started to change his clothes. He was down to just his boxer briefs, and I walked in and started stroking him. I had him follow me out to the living room, pulled his underwear down and began to shove his hard cock as far down my throat as I could. We were both very worked up because of the messages from N. I then led him back to our room, and climbed up on the bed. I continued to suck on his cock while stripping down to just my socks and panties. I was completely soaked and couldn't wait any longer. I shoved him in me as fast as I could, and almost came right away. Then the real playing began. Talking while fucking is always nice. I love it when he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me, in detail, and then he does it. Somewhere in all of this, I cried out, "Daddy!" I felt the physical reaction come from him. He liked it....a lot.

Each time I would moan, or felt the need to cry out, I would say, "Daddy", and he would give me so much more. It wasn't the hardness of calling him Sir, but it was father-like. It was gentle, but firm. He asked me what I wanted him to call me in this situation, and I immediately answered him with Baby Girl. I could tell he liked that, too.

So now I have 2 very different nick names to call out in bed. Each one gives me a very different reaction from him, but a reaction I want, nonetheless. And as for N.....well, that could be another blog, for another day, but hopefully, it will be soon.

Pain is pleasure

It's been awhile since I've posted anything new here. I'm sorry for that. Some of it has to do with the holidays, some is just me being lazy. Believe me, there hasn't been a lack of things to write about. I'll start with my most recent experience.

A few nights ago, I was very horny (when am I not?) and started playing around with Dustin. I started by kissing him all over. I love kissing his body. I love the taste, smell, and feel of it all, not to mention his reactions to what I'm doing. I could feel him getting harder with each kiss, and even start to throb, all before we took any clothes off. It began to get a little uncomfortable in the living room, so we went into our bedroom. I can be a little louder in there, and there's plenty of room to move around.

Once in our room, I started taking off all his clothes as I was kissing him. I could now see how hard he was, and I couldn't resist kissing his inner thighs and making my way to his cock. I love feeling him shudder as I shove him inside my mouth, I love hearing him moan as well. I am very good at taking orders from him, but I also like improvising a little for his pleasure. He had told me when we moved to our room that I would be riding him until he came, or I would face the punishment. In the back of my mind, I wanted to fail. I wanted to feel the punishment. There was some part of me that was again craving the beating. As I was licking and sucking on his cock, I heard his evil laugh. That deep, guttural laugh that tells me I'm doing exactly as I'm supposed to, but I am still in for it. Hearing this made me shove his cock even farther down my throat, which made him laugh even more. At this point, I stopped and began begging him to kiss me on my back. I needed to feel his touch on me.

He sat up, and turned me around so that I was still on my knees with my back facing him. He began to run his nose and lips across my back. That alone almost made me cum. There was something almost animal, yet so sensual, about the way he was "sniffing" me. Here and there I would feel his tongue along my spine, but mostly I felt his teeth as he bit in to me. He was also running his fingers along my sides, and would grab hold here and there. It was almost like he was shoving his fingers in between my ribs, knowing it would hurt me, and make me wet all at once. By now, I'm quivering in anticipation of what he will do to me next, and with wanting his hard cock inside me. I told him I was ready to ride him. He reminded me that I was to ride him until he came, and that he didn't want to hear any excuses of me being tired, or getting cramps, or anything else. This was what I was to do. Again, there was the little voice in the back of my head that said I wasn't going to do it just so I could be punished.

I couldn't help but enjoy shoving him inside my already dripping cunt. I love feeling every bit of him inside me. I love feeling his back arch in pleasure as I shove him inside me. The first thrust is always a welcome feeling. He was telling me what a good little whore I was, which made me even wetter, and ride him even harder. I enjoy being on top because it gives me a little more control. We both seem to cum harder with me on top as well. Unfortunately, I haven't been in the gym as much as I should be, so I'm a bit out of shape and can't always ride him as long as I'd like. This night though, his cock was hitting me in all the right places, and I felt like I could ride him for hours. I was kissing, licking, biting him everywhere I could. I started cumming, and he didn't tell me to hold it in. He encouraged me to cum. I was cumming and dripping all over him at once. I think I may have even squirted. He and the bed were covered in my hot juices. As much as I wanted to keep riding him, it felt too good to stop, I physically couldn't any longer.

He then threw me off him, and told me I was going to pay. He started spanking me, which led to slapping me, once he shoved himself back inside me. I could tell he was about to get off. He was slapping me so hard (my entire face hurt for most of the next day), I started to cry. I couldn't remember our safe word. I've never felt the need to use it before, so it just wasn't something I thought of before our rough play. Here's the thing though, even though it hurt, and it hurt bad, I would let him do it again, over and over. Having him actually hurt me, unintentionally, made me feel so much closer to him. I know he felt awful about it, and at the moment, I did too, but looking back on it as I'm reading/writing this, I know he came very hard that night, and I did too. Hell, I think I squirted for the first time! I wouldn't change anything about what happened, and I would have him do it all again. I will remember the safe word from now on, just in case. But he woke something up inside me that night. He made me his, completely. I now know, he could take me to the edge, and even over that cliff, and I will still be okay, and want it even more.

I told him that night that I needed a little break from the rough play, but now I'm thinking I may not. I may be craving it even more. It always used to blow my mind reading stories about other women that enjoyed pain and even torture, and how it got them off. I never fully understood it, until now. Having someone you trust take you to extremes you never even thought possible of handling, and then pushing past them is such an incredibly freeing experience. I can't wait to do it again.