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.

My Blog on Erotica World

First off, I'm amazed that anyone reads my blog to begin with. Second, being asked by Lacy (follow her on Twitter @netfux) to use my blog on her podcast was incredibly flattering. The entry that features my blog is titled "2/3 of a Threesome" so check it out. Here is the link. Check it out, and leave some feedback.

Thank you again, Lacy!! :)

Happy Father's Day

It started with me sitting on the couch with a pair of knee high socks, a little thong, and a tank top on. I know how much Dustin loves my socks, so I draped my legs across his lap. Almost immediately, he started rubbing on them. This led to a wonderful foot massage, which will always put me in the mood. We started talking about what we wanted to do. We're always up for trying new things, doing something out of the ordinary. Missionary generally comes in to play after neither of us can think of anything else more creative. We headed to the bedroom, and started pulling out toys. Since we don't use all of our toys and devices all the time, I forget how much we have. We had decided that Dustin was going to tie me up and blindfold me to start, and then just let what happened from there, happen.
I laid down on the bed, put the blindfold on, and put my arms up so Dustin to tie my to the bed. He then proceeded to run a feather along my body. Being blindfolded, and not knowing what was going to come next, where he was going to touch me, how he was going to touch me, just made everything that much more intense. He used some clit stimulator gel on me, and continued to massage my clit, soft, hard, knowing exactly how to touch me by the way my body is reacting to him. Dustin knows me, and my body so well, it just makes sex with him that much more fun. (You should check out his hot blog here.)
He was using his lips, tongue and fingers, and I was about to cum. He could see this, so he shoved his fingers deep into my pussy, and began finger fucking me good and hard. He was playing with my ass, too, which always gets me off. This orgasm was very deep, almost primal, and I didn't want it to end. He kept hitting just the right spot, making me cum harder and harder. I was wet and ready for him to shove his big, hard cock in me. But I had to wait. It was my turn to tease and play with him.
I put on my long satin gloves and began to rub my hands all over his body. He was still on his knees right next to me, so I rolled over on my side and began giving him head. I absolutely love to suck on Dustin's cock. It's gorgeous, it's the perfect size, and knowing how much he enjoys it makes it that much more fun for me. While I was playing with his cock, he shoved a finger completely in my ass, and started finger fucking my ass, with no lube. This was a first because we always use lube for any kind of serious ass play like that, but this time I didn't need it. In fact, I almost enjoyed it more because it was so spontaneous. Him playing with my ass made me want to suck his cock even more. I had to be careful though, I wanted his cock in more places than just my mouth. When he was done with my ass, I had him lay down on his back. I was rubbing him all over with my gloves again, sucking his cock, and I even grabbed the feather to rub along his cock and balls. He seemed to really enjoy that, too.
I got on top of him, and pushed my pussy onto his hard cock. I didn't put him in me yet, this was still part of me teasing him. This is when the dirty talk started. I absolutely love it when Dustin talks dirty to me. I love hearing everything he wants to do to me, or have me do to him. This time, it was all about what he wanted me to do to him. And it was hot. Dustin enjoys anal play both ways, giving and receiving (you can read that blog post here.) so he was telling me how he would like to do a role reversal. He would like me to take control one night, with the strap on, and have my way with him. He was telling me how he'd like to stroke my cock (strap-on) while I play with him. Just hearing him talk about it got me so turned on, I couldn't tease him any longer, I needed him now. (Just thinking about it again just not has me all turned on all over again!)
It was finally time to fuck! I mounted him and began to ride. He was still telling me all kinds of dirty things just making me grind my pussy on his cock harder and faster. He could feel how wet I was getting, and even began to encourage me to not only cum, but to soak him with my juices. I was more than happy to oblige, and I followed orders. He made me cum again quickly by rubbing my clit while I continued to ride him. At this point, I have cum so much, and so hard, that my legs are giving out and I can't lift myself up to keep riding. Dustin has me get on my stomach, and proceeds to fuck me, hard, from behind. He grabbed my hair and my neck. I asked him which was going to get him off more, thinking of fucking me in the ass, or thinking of me fucking him in the ass. That got him very hard, very fast, and he fucked me just to get himself off at that point. Of course, it made me cum again, too.

To Squirt or not to Squirt?

It's been awhile since I've posted anything here. Truth be told, there hasn't been much to write about lately. Too many other things going on in my regular life that wouldn't make for an interesting read. And then there was the one night last week.
I don't remember if I've ever talked about squirting before or not, but I will be talking about it in this blog. Up until 4 years ago, I had never even heard of squirting, so when my boyfriend at the time (now husband) mentioned it, I was completely clueless. At first, I thought it was a golden shower, which didn't interest me at all. Dustin then sent me a couple of squirting videos, and I thought they were hot as hell. What man doesn't want to make the woman he's with just explode in every way possible? What woman, for that matter, doesn't want her man to make her physically unable to stand because his cock hit just the right spot? So we both started doing research to try to find out how and why women squirt. Just reading that sentence makes me giggle....how many people do you know who will research something sexual? Although, I guess, to a certain extent, porn is research in some capacity, so it's not too far fetched.
Everything that I found about squirting said that I needed to relax. Okay, I can do that. Wait, can I? I haven't ever really thought about if I'm relaxed or not during sex. I have always focused on how good it feels. Hmmmm, okay I need to be a little more conscious about what my muscles are doing during sex.
I also read that it could feel like you need to urinate, that is okay, and just push through it. Excuse me, what? Push through feeling the need to pee? But doesn't that mean that I will pee the bed? Maybe, maybe not. Dustin said he was okay if that's what happened, if it helped me to be able to squirt. Hold on, I have to relax, AND push through feeling like I have to pee? How the fuck do you do that? I started to get confused, and overwhelmed, so we just stopped talking about it.
We have mentioned it in passing here and there, and he really wants to make me squirt, and I really want to squirt. I know it's physically possible for every woman to squirt, but psychologically it's not. So, we stopped trying and just went back to enjoying our very active, very satisfying sex life.
One night, I was riding Dustin. I love to be on top. I can get his cock so far in me, and I can be in complete control. I can make his cock hit every spot I want it to hit to get myself off. I think that's what I enjoy most about riding him, as selfish as it may sound, I get myself off hard and fast, and then I focus on him. I have learned how to get myself to cum so hard that all I can do is collapse on top of Dustin. In doing that, I have also learned that I soak him with my juices.
The other night, I did just that. I was riding Dustin to my little hearts content, and the juices were flowing, to the point I could feel them running down  my legs, I was actually splashing in them every time I came down on him. I don't think I squirted, but with all my juices flowing, how do I know I didn't? And yes, those were all my juices. We use condoms during sex because I am not getting pregnant again. So, until I get my tubes tied, condoms it is!
I don't know for sure if this has made me squirt, but it has definitely made my juices flow, and that has been very nice. That's not to say that I wouldn't mind being able to squirt (and know it) one day, but I've definitely taken the emphasis off it. I've learned to relax more during sex, and in doing so, I've enjoyed it MUCH more. I always have very intense orgasms with Dustin. This night in particular, I actually couldn't speak for a little bit after we finished. We definitely work well together in bed, and I love it!

Today was a good day

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Pegging, Part 2

I have discussed pegging in another blog, however, that was just with a glass dildo. After we tried that out, and decided it was something we both liked doing, we decided to order a strap-on for some fun. This won't be used only on Dustin, it could be used in three somes, as well as by Dustin himself. It's a hollow strap on that we ordered online from Adam & Eve. They have a great selection of products, and their customer service is outstanding! Anyways, we got our toy in the mail last Friday, and we were both very excited to test it out, but we had to wait a couple of days because one of my older daughters was visiting for the weekend.

 I do have to say that it killed me to not try out the toy the second we got it. It's a big, purple penis, who wouldn't want to play with it?! Finally, Sunday night came, and we could do whatever we wanted. We put the little one to bed a little early, and just started to enjoy our night together. As soon as I put her to bed, I took my pants off, and Dustin quickly followed suit. I had put on a black thong that morning, knowing it's one of his favorites, and now, it's clear that wearing it was a good idea. I tell him to go get the strap-on, that I wanted to look at it. (Up until this point, I hadn't even taken it out of the box because of the kids always being around.) So he brought it out with a couple of other little toys. I took it out, and really looked at it, I even put it on to see how it felt. I will say, I don't know that I would be able to walk around with a penis in my pants all day, but that's just me.

After my inspection of our new treasure, I took off my shirt and asked Dustin to start kissing and lightly kissing my back, which he did, no problem. I don't remember what lead to it, but the next thing I remember, he begins to play with me with one of our little vibrators that we hadn't used yet. (I have one vibrator that, if we weren't having great sex regularly, it would be my best friend) This particular toy has a couple of different tips on it, and we used every single one. He also grabbed another product we got as a free gift with our order that is supposed to make the clit more sensitive, along with another small vibe. The combination of these 3 things together caused me to have an explosive orgasm, the likes of which I don't think I have EVER experienced before, but really hope to have again!

Now that I had been taken care of, it was finally time for the new toy to get broken in. I had to start with giving him head. I love to shove his cock as far down my throat as I possibly can. I love the taste, I love the feel, I love his cock. I got into the strap on again, and it felt a bit awkward, especially when I sat on the bed and it was resting on my thighs, but it was also very sexy and liberating at the same time. I felt like I was about to be in control for a little bit. I asked him which position he thought he would be most comfortable in, and he chose to lay flat on his stomach. I lubed up, and was ready to start. I'll be honest, it was not what I expected as far as me doing the thrusting. I'm sure I will get used to it, and get better at it with some more practice. Dustin was uncomfortable at first as well. I think I may have shoved it too far in, too fast and it hurt to begin with. I pulled out, and gently tried again. This time, the Anal Ease had kicked in, so it didn't hurt as much this time, and Dustin immediately seemed to enjoy it. I wish I could have gotten a rhythm down, and had been able to keep it in, because he was close to cumming. Unfortunately, I had no perception of how long my cock was (since I have no feeling in it), so it was difficult to keep it in. I loved hearing him moan, and his fast breathing, I knew from this that, when I had it in, I was hitting the right spot. I wanted to keep going, but I got selfish, and frustrated, and stopped. This is definitely something I'm going to need some practice at, and I'm okay with that.

Once I stopped, though, Sir came out, and I was punished for stopping. He fucked me good and hard, and did get us both off, but not without a beating. I think this was definitely a great experience, and something I will enjoying doing again and again. Now, I just wonder when he's going to fuck me in the ass again? Hmmmm......

Double Penetration

Double penetration is an idea I have toyed with for some time now, but have been too afraid to try with someone else. I have done the butt plug-vibrator combination on my own, and have enjoyed it VERY much. I've often worried if Dustin and I try it, it will hurt, or I won't like it.

Last night, we started playing around when we went to bed. My oldest daughter moved out last weekend, and since then, Dustin has been walking around the house in just his underwear at night. I love to look at his body, at any time of the day, so this has been a very nice perk from an otherwise depressing situation. Since she is gone, I am also able to be a bit more vocal during sex, which has also been wonderful. I am a screamer, and having kids has really put a damper on that. Waking them up in the middle of the night is a bit embarrassing.

When we went to bed, we started kissing, and touching and rubbing all over each other. I asked him to kiss and scratch my back, he agreed on the condition that I suck his cock. Of course I said yes, how could I not?! I started to get up to pleasure him, but he told me to get on my stomach, he was going to do my back first. I was a bit confused because I thought he would want to fuck me from behind, but he had other ideas, which I was all for.

Kissing and lightly scratching my back are two huge turn ons for me. The second I felt his lips on my back, I was dripping wet already. I instantly started craving his touch, but I was enjoying everything he was doing to me. Dustin is great at sexual timing. He knows exactly what I need in each moment. (If you're reading my blog, you should be reading his as well. Here's the link: Life According to the Bathroom Wall ) I will sometimes beg for more, but he gives me exactly what I need, when I need it. He kissed my back for awhile, and then he was done. We were talking the entire time, and when he rolled on to his side, he said something that made me jump on top of him. I started kissing him, hard, deep, passionately. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly.

I kissed his neck, shoulders, chest, arms, and finally made it to his gorgeous cock. I love to tease his cock with my tongue before I shove it all the way down my throat. I know he enjoys it, too. I love feeling his hands on the back of my head, curling his fingers up in my hair, and shoving his cock down my throat until I gag. Every time I gag, he lets out such a happy moan that makes me want to do it even more. I love to feel his cock get harder inside my mouth. I even love it when he cums down my throat. I love everything about giving him head.

I was so turned on at this point, I couldn't wait any longer. He climbed on top of me, spread my legs as far apart as he could, and shoved his hard cock inside of me. I was moaning and groaning instantly. His cock was hitting me in just the right spots. He was sucking on my toes, thrusting hard inside of me. It had me so turned on that I wanted to roll onto my side so he could get even farther inside of me. Once I was on my side, he started to play with my ass, just a little, but damn it felt incredible. I told him to shove his finger inside of me, which he did, and I came immediately, but it wasn't enough. I was grinding my hips into him as hard and as fast as I could, I don't even think I was doing it intentionally, instinct took over. I still wanted more, even though I was already screaming, moaning, grunting, I wanted more. I wanted his cock to keep fucking my pussy, and I wanted his finger to keep fucking my ass. I wanted it all, and I didn't want it to stop. He shoved his finger farther in my ass, and fucked me good and hard until we both came together.

After this little experience with double penetration, I can't wait to do it again! I'm just wondering when it will happen again......

I Realize

In writing this blog, I've come to a couple of realizations:

1.) I am far from what I used to consider normal.
2.) I have no problem expressing what I want in bed.
3.) I have one serious sexual appetite.

You may ask what I used to consider normal, and that's a fair question. For a very long time, normal to me was plain old missionary, sometimes cowgirl, penis in vagina sex. I know, not a very eloquent way to put it, but really, that's all it was to me. Spank me here and there, dig your nails in if it feels good, blah blah, boring, yawn, wake me up when it's over sex. I guess this is where I should do some explaining. I got married literally right out of high school (2 weeks exactly after graduation). I had only been with 3 men, including him, up to that point. I was young, thought I was in love, and didn't really have a clue as to what real life was about, but I was about to learn. Not long after we were married we started talking about fantasies. At that time, I had wondered what it was like to have a MMF threesome, and told him so. Within the next 2 weeks to a month (if it was even that long), he brought a friend over and said that we were going to do it. It was not a turn on, in any way, and I didn't have any fun with it. For some reason, though, he brought a few more guys home throughout the next few years for the same reasons. Each time I had no warning, and each time I had no choice. It got to the point where sex just wasn't fun or enjoyable for me any more. It got even worse when I found out he cheated on me with his best friend's wife.

At one point, I had a really good friend, I'll call him E. We were able to talk about everything, and I mean everything. He was a fun guy to be around, and he always had a way of putting a smile on my face. We ended up sleeping together, and it was amazing. It was honestly the best sex I had ever had in my life, up until that point. He taught me a lot of things about myself, but the biggest thing he taught me is that sex is a good thing. It's not something to be embarrassed about, or to be ashamed of.

Once I accepted that sex wasn't dirty, per se, I was free to enjoy it, and boy did I! Now, there were a couple of guys that I was with that were okay, not awful but not earth shakingly good either, but there wasn't anything about our sex life that I needed. Sex was something that was still just there. And then I met Dustin.

When you're in a long distance relationship, you have to have great communication skills. Talking on the phone for hours every night, emails and text messages throughout the day, it was almost like we were always around each other, except we hadn't even met in person yet. I know, every one thought I was completely crazy at the time, but it was perfect. We would have phone sex on a pretty regular basis, and that was hot as hell. When we were actually together, just him touching me was almost enough to make me cum. (BTW-yes, he still has that affect on me four years later, and I love it!)

I have always enjoyed my sex life with Dustin. I have always felt that we feed off each others energy, and know exactly how to please the other, without saying a word. I love telling him what I want him to do to me, and what I want to do to him. I especially love telling him these things via text when he's at work. I will play it out in my mind first. I think about what I want to send him, and I imagine what his reaction will be to reading it. I imagine that, if I word it correctly, he will be hard as a rock when he reads it, and that gets me so incredibly hot. Most of the time, I will have to go masturbate just to get through the day. I love that I have a partner that I can fantasize about, tell him about it, and then actually enjoy acting it out. Most of the time, my fantasies begin with me pulling his pants down around his ankles as soon as he walks in the door and just start sucking his cock. I have never really enjoyed sucking cock until being with Dustin. I absolutely love shoving his cock down my throat, and will do it just about every time fuck. I love the feeling of it in my hands and mouth. I love feeling him throbbing at my touch. I love the way his body moves in reaction to what I'm doing. I especially love the nights I completely suck him off and he shoots his hot cum in my mouth. I love the taste of it.

I have realized I am one of those women that would love to have sex every single day. (Except for that time of the month....and in that case, I'd still be okay with 1 time that week.) I have also decided that a lot of this has come from being more open about sex, but also from getting older. Who am I kidding? I'm in the Dirty Thirties, and it's been fun so far. I get what I want in bed, whether that is his pleasure or mine, it all makes me happy.



I'll write another blog soon. We're expecting a toy in the mail, and I can't wait to try it out! For anyone reading this, sorry it's kind of rambling. I just wanted to get these thoughts out. Feel free to leave comments, questions or suggestions here for me.

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.

Morning Sex

I woke up horny again this morning, even after he fucked me like a bitch last night, I woke up craving more. So, I rolled over and started fondling his already hard cock. I couldn't wait for him to wake up, so I pulled his pants and underwear down and started sucking on it. That got the reaction I wanted because he started moaning, and his cock got even harder. Again, I couldn't wait any longer, my cunt was already dripping in anticipation. I climbed on top of him and just started grinding. I think that's when he really started to wake up and realize it wasn't a dream. I rode him for as long as I could (and made myself cum at least twice), and then it was his turn. He had me get on my stomach, and he just pounded me until we both came at once.

I've never started fucking him while he was still mostly asleep before, but I think I'll definitely do it again! I've gotten into this whole, "I'm taking what I want, when I want it" phase, and I'm really enjoying it! I just hope he enjoyed me waking him up like that as much as I enjoyed waking him up!