It's nothing new to me, not really. I first did it in college, before I knew what it was all about. We didn't call ourselves swingers back then, just horny bastards, and it WAS art school. LOL But yes, I've done a number of 3sums with 2 guys in my time. Not lately though...
My experiences in college weren't outstanding. The guys were usually stoned, and kinda goofy. They came too fast from inexperience and excitement, and for me, well, it just wasn't all that. When Mr and I were swinging, we talked about doing MFM 3sums all the time. The very idea of having me sandwiched between him and another guy excited him no end, as did the prospect of giving me a DP, or double penetration. It was Mr's dream to see me get my first DP, and to experience it. It didn't turn out like that, sorry for him. Mr and I did a number of 4sums with other couples, and although we did full swap most times, the DP thing never did work out. I'm not complaining, the 4sums we did have were outrageous fun. We had that great chemistry with each other and the couples we swung with. But we never did get around to the 3sum thing.
Malcolm and I have talked quite a bit about the prospect of bringing another man into the bedroom. We'd already chosen Ian quite awhile ago, but because of our schedules, and Ian's schedule, we haven't had a chance to enjoy him as part of a 3sum yet. We've enjoyed him in a Moresum, and I've enjoyed him one on one. This coming weekend, finally, we're doing him together, just Malcolm and I.
I'm feeling giddy as the two guys have been plotting all week on what their plan of action is. I can't think of two people I'd rather be doing this with, the two guys I know can make my head spin. I love the idea of all the myriad positions we can attempt, all the amazing and varied sexual ideas we can test. It makes me a bit breathless to think of it, and makes my pulse speed just a bit every time I anticipate it. Most of all, I'm so looking forward to cuddling with the man I love more than anything, and the boytoy that I genuinely care for. Thank you daddy for such an incredible gift.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Summer Beach Fun
It's encouraging to know that our little group is growing and becoming more and more exciting each party. This last party, held at Old Orchard Beach was different in that it attracted all couples, which was new for us as the previous two were more about singles. Every group owner hopes for couples, which make the group stable. Couples aren't fly by night, and if you make a good impression on them, they become the core of your group, ensuring it becomes successful. We had a fantastic time getting to know these couples, and also playing with them, and look forward to doing it again. We did make some decisions this round. The first decision being to go forward and only include "preferred" single men. Both Malcolm and I are tired of single guys confirming they will attend, then not showing up. We both have single male friends that we definitely want to include in the mix, hence the Preferred status. We will be accepting our friends, or people that come referred to us by couples we trust. Enough is enough. Next, we decided to take a break during July because most people are vacationing with their families, for one, and for two, the motel rates are insane due to the tourist industry. We'd have to charge 40.00 per person to even begin to think about doing that, and really...who the hell is gonna pay that in this economy? Malcolm and my schedule during July is a bit crazy anyways, and we did want to keep one weekend open to play privately with a couple we are very interested in, and who invited us to celebrate with them. YUM!
Malcolm and I had a little hard spot last week, after I wrote the last blog about my boy toy. It was his first real experience reading something I'd written that wasn't exclusively about him. He took it hard, much harder than I'd anticipated, and caused us just a bit of conflict in that it had hurt his feelings. Knowing I'd hurt him hurt me tenfold....I never want to hurt the man I love more than anything. He means everything to me. He did tell me, after he saw how stricken I was, that he was sorry he'd made a big deal of it, and that he didn't want me to change how I write. I offered to change it, I offered to take it down. But he insisted it remain in it's entirety and it's original form because that was me, and that was how I write. He let me know that in time he'd probably get into it more, but for now, he thinks he'd just prefer me to tell him my adventures verbally and with alot less intensity. I love him, so so so much.
That being said, I did understand that there would be a reckoning. Anyone in the D/s lifestyle can attest that a sub does not push her Dom's buttons without the Dom taking matters in hand and asserting his, well, dominance. I was a little unnerved, and was worried HOW that discipline would be delivered. I knew we'd not have any private time before the party, and knew that meant going into a party with unresolved issues. I suppose I'm a bad sub, but I'm terrified of public shame and humiliation. To be disciplined in public could just be the end for me, I swear. Yes, a little melodramatic, but nonetheless....
Malcolm assured me, as well, that any discipline he administers wouldn't be given out of anger. So our compromise was that I'd wear my collar at the party. I threw a bone in there and included the leash. I'm not a fan of my collar. It's tight, it's stiff, it restricts my range of motion, it chafes, and sometimes it feels like it chokes me. I knelt for Malcolm and offered him my collar. He took it and I bowed my head, held my hair and waited as he fastened it on me. The collar has this 3 or 4 pound grappling hook thingy on it which makes it incredibly gaumy, but once the whole contraption was together, I saw how he looked at me, and I knew in that moment that really, by my submission I hold him in my hand every bit as much as he holds me.
Malcolm and I had a little hard spot last week, after I wrote the last blog about my boy toy. It was his first real experience reading something I'd written that wasn't exclusively about him. He took it hard, much harder than I'd anticipated, and caused us just a bit of conflict in that it had hurt his feelings. Knowing I'd hurt him hurt me tenfold....I never want to hurt the man I love more than anything. He means everything to me. He did tell me, after he saw how stricken I was, that he was sorry he'd made a big deal of it, and that he didn't want me to change how I write. I offered to change it, I offered to take it down. But he insisted it remain in it's entirety and it's original form because that was me, and that was how I write. He let me know that in time he'd probably get into it more, but for now, he thinks he'd just prefer me to tell him my adventures verbally and with alot less intensity. I love him, so so so much.
That being said, I did understand that there would be a reckoning. Anyone in the D/s lifestyle can attest that a sub does not push her Dom's buttons without the Dom taking matters in hand and asserting his, well, dominance. I was a little unnerved, and was worried HOW that discipline would be delivered. I knew we'd not have any private time before the party, and knew that meant going into a party with unresolved issues. I suppose I'm a bad sub, but I'm terrified of public shame and humiliation. To be disciplined in public could just be the end for me, I swear. Yes, a little melodramatic, but nonetheless....
Malcolm assured me, as well, that any discipline he administers wouldn't be given out of anger. So our compromise was that I'd wear my collar at the party. I threw a bone in there and included the leash. I'm not a fan of my collar. It's tight, it's stiff, it restricts my range of motion, it chafes, and sometimes it feels like it chokes me. I knelt for Malcolm and offered him my collar. He took it and I bowed my head, held my hair and waited as he fastened it on me. The collar has this 3 or 4 pound grappling hook thingy on it which makes it incredibly gaumy, but once the whole contraption was together, I saw how he looked at me, and I knew in that moment that really, by my submission I hold him in my hand every bit as much as he holds me.
It was amazing. Malcolm was very loving all night, in front of the other couples. He'd come over to me, kiss me deeply, then whisper stuff in my ear like "You know what's coming later, right? I'm going to flail on you". Then he'd smile, move on, and be Mr Congeniality again. LOL, it was so disconcerting to hear about the pending violence of our coming together in the midst of such lighthearted fun. It was so erotic.
We bid the last of our couples goodnight at around 3 am. As he locked the door and turned out the lights, his countenance darkened, and he said "yeah, it's time." He pushed me down on the bed and ate me for the first time that night. Malcolm is a master at this, no words can honestly describe how it feels to have his tongue swirl over your clit, how he manages to suck it into his mouth and rub it in time to your own pulse. How he gets two fingers inside you and rubs the back while he sucks and licks the front. He makes me so damn wet, and he revels in running his tongue through my cream, sucking it down, making me cum for him.
He pressed his fat cock into me, lifting me so that he could get himself all the way in, all the way to the bottom. I love feeling his cock hit back, like I have a sheath custom made to fit him in just the right way. He looked at me while he speared me "That's MY pussy, isn't it?" "yes daddy, it's all yours"..."You're MY bitch aren't you?" , "yes daddy, I belong to you forever"... over and over and over until the single most thought in my mind was MY master, MY Dom, MY man, and I'd do whatever he asked, whenever he wanted because I am his slut, his whore. I completely belong to him. I have his absolute love, protection, and devotion in return for my unconditional love, servitude, and compliance.
As an interesting aside to the whole weekend, my sister finagled her way into the whole pic and was in town that night to help care for my daughter. It was her first time meeting Malcolm and she did her sisterly inquisition. It put Malcolm in a situation to have to declare his intentions, and bless his heart, he didn't balk. He passed her tests with flying colors, and let her know he's in it for the long haul, so not to worry. He made it clear that he loves me immensely, and managed to charm the General herself into thinking he's the greatest guy I've ever dated. No joke tho, he just really is.
Till next time!
Lilith & Malcolm
We bid the last of our couples goodnight at around 3 am. As he locked the door and turned out the lights, his countenance darkened, and he said "yeah, it's time." He pushed me down on the bed and ate me for the first time that night. Malcolm is a master at this, no words can honestly describe how it feels to have his tongue swirl over your clit, how he manages to suck it into his mouth and rub it in time to your own pulse. How he gets two fingers inside you and rubs the back while he sucks and licks the front. He makes me so damn wet, and he revels in running his tongue through my cream, sucking it down, making me cum for him.
He pressed his fat cock into me, lifting me so that he could get himself all the way in, all the way to the bottom. I love feeling his cock hit back, like I have a sheath custom made to fit him in just the right way. He looked at me while he speared me "That's MY pussy, isn't it?" "yes daddy, it's all yours"..."You're MY bitch aren't you?" , "yes daddy, I belong to you forever"... over and over and over until the single most thought in my mind was MY master, MY Dom, MY man, and I'd do whatever he asked, whenever he wanted because I am his slut, his whore. I completely belong to him. I have his absolute love, protection, and devotion in return for my unconditional love, servitude, and compliance.
As an interesting aside to the whole weekend, my sister finagled her way into the whole pic and was in town that night to help care for my daughter. It was her first time meeting Malcolm and she did her sisterly inquisition. It put Malcolm in a situation to have to declare his intentions, and bless his heart, he didn't balk. He passed her tests with flying colors, and let her know he's in it for the long haul, so not to worry. He made it clear that he loves me immensely, and managed to charm the General herself into thinking he's the greatest guy I've ever dated. No joke tho, he just really is.
Till next time!
Lilith & Malcolm
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Boytoy, pt 2
I honestly have never been in a relationship before where my guy will allow me the freedom to be by myself with another man. It still baffles my mind, and as I told him this morning, makes me wonder if there will be a shoe dropping soon....
That night after the party ended, and everyone except Ian had left was amazing. I love being with Ian, being kissed by him, and feeling his hands smooth my skin everywhere. I crave his touch, need to feel him all over me. He has the softest hair I've ever felt, and I can't get enough of running my fingers thru it, and playing with his curls. He's just simply beautiful. What I really love about Ian, though, is the fact that nothing is taboo with him. I can toss his salad and play with his prostate while I suck his cock deep into my throat. I can suck and bite his nipples and make him groan in pleasure. No part of his body is unavailable to me. I can have it all. I LOVE THAT!!!! I love that I can bring him to a mind blowing climax with my mouth. But what is the most unique thing about Ian? He specializes in making women squirt. Alot.
Yep, Ian can make ANY woman squirt buckets of cum. No joke!! He uses his tongue, and his lips, and his teeth...and then he uses his hand. Jesus GOD, that hand. The night after the party, I was incredibly sore from the pounding Malcolm had given me, so Ian was not able to fist me. But he was able to squeeze 3 fingers in and find the "trigger". And he would rub and rub, and there would be this sensation of painful intensity....of an overwhelming fullness and pressure, and then, just when it would feel like I couldn't take it another second, I'd bear down, and a flood would issue forth. It's not always orgasmic when it happens, but it is such a feeling of unmitigated relief that it's better than orgasmic. Then, when he pushed me past my limit, even as i cried and begged, and told him I couldn't do it again...and he barked YES YOU CAN!.....he pushed me up the peak one more time, and everything in the world flew apart in a million blinding pieces as I came and came and squirted all my fluids on him. I came so hard that my pussy contracted around his fingers and he couldn't pull out. All I could think of was that he'd knotted me, just like a dog, and we were hung up. After about half a bottle of lube, and making me push down to ease him out, we were free, and laughing. A few hours of sleep, and he was right back at it when we woke up again. Everything was so wet....
So, I found that the week after the party, I wanted his hand. I wanted him so bad my pussy would clench every time I'd think of him. If he'd have lived locally, I'd probably have found a way to do him again. It was this clawing need bordering on addiction. I called Malcolm and expressed my need and my concern, even so far as to tell him that maybe I wasn't cut out playing alone. I knew in my heart that I didn't love Malcolm any less, but my GOD, I just NEEDED.....
Ian and I continued to chat via IM, and he felt the same way. He'd had a great time with me and wanted to repeat the experience. I let him know that under no circumstances could I ever do anything without Malcolm's prior knowledge and consent...I will not cheat on him, and I will not hurt the one man that has shown me more love and freedom than I've ever know. Malcolm knew that I was feeling some mental and emotional turmoil over the situation, and he came to take care of it last Wednesday.
Wednesday I knelt to Malcolm again, reaffirming my place in his life as his treasured and loved sub, reaffirming my willingness to accept his will. I was reminded of my role, I was disciplined. Above all I was loved and cherished. Malcolm can be a stern and daunting master when he chooses. I'd not seen that side of him before, and it startled me a bit. But it also induced a healthy dose of respect and admiration for this man that understands me on such a cellular level. He inspires me to trust him bit by bit when he proves his ability to master me. It's hard to express exactly what I mean in this situation...ya kind of have to be there....
Malcolm called me on Thursday to let me know that Ian had contacted him and wanted to come and spend the weekend with me, even knowing that Malcolm would be out of town. Ian was asking permission to have another personal moment with me independent from Malcolm. Malcolm also arranged for it to happen, and laid down his terms to Ian, and let me know that he approved, and wanted me to enjoy myself. I was stunned, really, to know that he'd go the mile to set something like this up for me. It went beyond being an activity he approved of, it became HIS PLEASURE for me to do this. More evidence of Malcolm's unending trust and love of me. I'm really the luckiest woman on earth.
Ian did indeed spend the weekend with me. He was fantastic with my daughter, they did the grilling together, and laughed and joked. He gave me another unbelievable night of unbridled pleasure. I came so hard, for real, that I screamed (into a pillow muffled tight over my mouth) like I was dying, and actually burst most of the capillaries in my forehead, under my eyes, and on my cheeks and chin. LOL, we did laugh about that. I told him he blew the top of my head off, and he proudly affirmed "YES I DID!" LOL, he is so damn cute.
I have incredibly tender feelings for Ian, for he belongs to me now whether he wants it or no. I always take care of what is mine, too. My promise to Ian is to respect and cherish our times together, to nourish him in spirit and friendship, and to have him know that we have his back.
My Ian....to many more nights for all of us baby!
That night after the party ended, and everyone except Ian had left was amazing. I love being with Ian, being kissed by him, and feeling his hands smooth my skin everywhere. I crave his touch, need to feel him all over me. He has the softest hair I've ever felt, and I can't get enough of running my fingers thru it, and playing with his curls. He's just simply beautiful. What I really love about Ian, though, is the fact that nothing is taboo with him. I can toss his salad and play with his prostate while I suck his cock deep into my throat. I can suck and bite his nipples and make him groan in pleasure. No part of his body is unavailable to me. I can have it all. I LOVE THAT!!!! I love that I can bring him to a mind blowing climax with my mouth. But what is the most unique thing about Ian? He specializes in making women squirt. Alot.
Yep, Ian can make ANY woman squirt buckets of cum. No joke!! He uses his tongue, and his lips, and his teeth...and then he uses his hand. Jesus GOD, that hand. The night after the party, I was incredibly sore from the pounding Malcolm had given me, so Ian was not able to fist me. But he was able to squeeze 3 fingers in and find the "trigger". And he would rub and rub, and there would be this sensation of painful intensity....of an overwhelming fullness and pressure, and then, just when it would feel like I couldn't take it another second, I'd bear down, and a flood would issue forth. It's not always orgasmic when it happens, but it is such a feeling of unmitigated relief that it's better than orgasmic. Then, when he pushed me past my limit, even as i cried and begged, and told him I couldn't do it again...and he barked YES YOU CAN!.....he pushed me up the peak one more time, and everything in the world flew apart in a million blinding pieces as I came and came and squirted all my fluids on him. I came so hard that my pussy contracted around his fingers and he couldn't pull out. All I could think of was that he'd knotted me, just like a dog, and we were hung up. After about half a bottle of lube, and making me push down to ease him out, we were free, and laughing. A few hours of sleep, and he was right back at it when we woke up again. Everything was so wet....
So, I found that the week after the party, I wanted his hand. I wanted him so bad my pussy would clench every time I'd think of him. If he'd have lived locally, I'd probably have found a way to do him again. It was this clawing need bordering on addiction. I called Malcolm and expressed my need and my concern, even so far as to tell him that maybe I wasn't cut out playing alone. I knew in my heart that I didn't love Malcolm any less, but my GOD, I just NEEDED.....
Ian and I continued to chat via IM, and he felt the same way. He'd had a great time with me and wanted to repeat the experience. I let him know that under no circumstances could I ever do anything without Malcolm's prior knowledge and consent...I will not cheat on him, and I will not hurt the one man that has shown me more love and freedom than I've ever know. Malcolm knew that I was feeling some mental and emotional turmoil over the situation, and he came to take care of it last Wednesday.
Wednesday I knelt to Malcolm again, reaffirming my place in his life as his treasured and loved sub, reaffirming my willingness to accept his will. I was reminded of my role, I was disciplined. Above all I was loved and cherished. Malcolm can be a stern and daunting master when he chooses. I'd not seen that side of him before, and it startled me a bit. But it also induced a healthy dose of respect and admiration for this man that understands me on such a cellular level. He inspires me to trust him bit by bit when he proves his ability to master me. It's hard to express exactly what I mean in this situation...ya kind of have to be there....
Malcolm called me on Thursday to let me know that Ian had contacted him and wanted to come and spend the weekend with me, even knowing that Malcolm would be out of town. Ian was asking permission to have another personal moment with me independent from Malcolm. Malcolm also arranged for it to happen, and laid down his terms to Ian, and let me know that he approved, and wanted me to enjoy myself. I was stunned, really, to know that he'd go the mile to set something like this up for me. It went beyond being an activity he approved of, it became HIS PLEASURE for me to do this. More evidence of Malcolm's unending trust and love of me. I'm really the luckiest woman on earth.
Ian did indeed spend the weekend with me. He was fantastic with my daughter, they did the grilling together, and laughed and joked. He gave me another unbelievable night of unbridled pleasure. I came so hard, for real, that I screamed (into a pillow muffled tight over my mouth) like I was dying, and actually burst most of the capillaries in my forehead, under my eyes, and on my cheeks and chin. LOL, we did laugh about that. I told him he blew the top of my head off, and he proudly affirmed "YES I DID!" LOL, he is so damn cute.
I have incredibly tender feelings for Ian, for he belongs to me now whether he wants it or no. I always take care of what is mine, too. My promise to Ian is to respect and cherish our times together, to nourish him in spirit and friendship, and to have him know that we have his back.
My Ian....to many more nights for all of us baby!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
NO, I definitely didn't forget about my boytoy....
At the end of my blog about our second party (And We Forgot the Camera), I mentioned that there would be another blog forthcoming about the evening I got to spend with Ian, independent from Malcolm. Ian became my boytoy that night, someone that I had complete free reign with to do ANYTHING. Wow, where to start?
I suppose we start back at the way beginning. I've been talking with Ian via IM for a few months, and we've become great friends. He's funny, we share many of the same interests, and he's sexy as hell. Honestly, I was so surprised and delighted when I actually saw a pic of him. He's GORGEOUS!! All pale ivory skin, dark dark hair and eyes, and that mischievous Irish glint when he smiles. He feels my size...not towering above me, but someone I can be almost on eye level with. It reminded me so much of Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake...and her Micah. There is a sensual intimacy of being able to rest your arms on someones shoulders and meet their eyes steadily, allowing them to trust of being able to read your lust, your love, your fears as they dance across the shine in your eyes. Ian is younger than I am, one of the very very few lovers I've had that isn't significantly older than I am. He has a sense of playfulness, and everything about him feels fresh. I feel younger when I'm with him...he truly brings out my girlishness. He makes me shy, he makes me blush. I care for him.
I met him at the hotel, that day. He arrived early to keep me company since Malcolm couldn't arrive until later. We went shopping, and I smiled to myself to notice how the girls coveted him as they looked at him. I'd keep having this little thought....DAMN he's fine! And it would make me giggle to myself. He let me fuss over him, he held my hand, he took care of me, and then we went to a great dinner. He's one of those men that is so easy to talk to, to laugh with. The kind of man who will make sure your cheeks are sore from smiling so much.
Sexually speaking, my boy toy is amazingly adventurous. He up for just about anything most days, and allows me the most delicious liberties with his body. As long as I don't hurt him, I can experiment to my heart's delight. He's incredibly oral, his finest pleasure being to give, in his words, 80% of the time. And he has those magic hands. I still don't know what he does, but some day, I SWEAR to God, I will watch him do it to another woman, and learn his secret. He's an amazing kisser, has a fantastic touch...not too light, not too hard. He also is a hugger. I love huggers because they are so cozy. He has that ability to wrap his body around me and surround me without making me feel suffocated. He's one of the VERY few men I've been able to fall asleep with, perhaps because I just trust him and feel safe.
He catered to me at the party, and I loved that. He made me feel so attractive and special. He was so incredibly considerate, even remembering to bring me a drink when he went upstairs from the dance with "the boys" to relax for a minute and have a beer. He was available to me when I wanted body contact, and always willing and eager for hugs, touches and kisses.
He's here now...more later!
I suppose we start back at the way beginning. I've been talking with Ian via IM for a few months, and we've become great friends. He's funny, we share many of the same interests, and he's sexy as hell. Honestly, I was so surprised and delighted when I actually saw a pic of him. He's GORGEOUS!! All pale ivory skin, dark dark hair and eyes, and that mischievous Irish glint when he smiles. He feels my size...not towering above me, but someone I can be almost on eye level with. It reminded me so much of Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake...and her Micah. There is a sensual intimacy of being able to rest your arms on someones shoulders and meet their eyes steadily, allowing them to trust of being able to read your lust, your love, your fears as they dance across the shine in your eyes. Ian is younger than I am, one of the very very few lovers I've had that isn't significantly older than I am. He has a sense of playfulness, and everything about him feels fresh. I feel younger when I'm with him...he truly brings out my girlishness. He makes me shy, he makes me blush. I care for him.
I met him at the hotel, that day. He arrived early to keep me company since Malcolm couldn't arrive until later. We went shopping, and I smiled to myself to notice how the girls coveted him as they looked at him. I'd keep having this little thought....DAMN he's fine! And it would make me giggle to myself. He let me fuss over him, he held my hand, he took care of me, and then we went to a great dinner. He's one of those men that is so easy to talk to, to laugh with. The kind of man who will make sure your cheeks are sore from smiling so much.
Sexually speaking, my boy toy is amazingly adventurous. He up for just about anything most days, and allows me the most delicious liberties with his body. As long as I don't hurt him, I can experiment to my heart's delight. He's incredibly oral, his finest pleasure being to give, in his words, 80% of the time. And he has those magic hands. I still don't know what he does, but some day, I SWEAR to God, I will watch him do it to another woman, and learn his secret. He's an amazing kisser, has a fantastic touch...not too light, not too hard. He also is a hugger. I love huggers because they are so cozy. He has that ability to wrap his body around me and surround me without making me feel suffocated. He's one of the VERY few men I've been able to fall asleep with, perhaps because I just trust him and feel safe.
He catered to me at the party, and I loved that. He made me feel so attractive and special. He was so incredibly considerate, even remembering to bring me a drink when he went upstairs from the dance with "the boys" to relax for a minute and have a beer. He was available to me when I wanted body contact, and always willing and eager for hugs, touches and kisses.
He's here now...more later!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A Little Bit About our D/s Relationship....
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
Our First Anniversary
I just HAD to take a moment...to wish my partner in this endeavor, the man that makes this all so much fun a happy 1st year together anniversary. I'm not much for celebrating anniversaries, and to me we don't really have a "date" that officially marks the time. But I am happy to be celebrating a year together with Malcolm all the more so because of all the people who told me it wasn't serious, he'd never stick around, I was just a toy, it was just about sex, he couldn't commit long term, he had lots of "friends". I also laugh because for as many people were saying this shit to ME, there were just as many telling HIM all the reasons I wasn't any good for him. I was still holding on to my ex, I wasn't ready to move on, I was needy, I was hurt, I was naive, I wasn't worldly enough for him, I was too young.
LOL, today he asked me to be his leading lady...OF COURSE silly man. I asked him if this meant I'd put in enough time to become greedy and demanding, to which I got a RESOUNDING... "uhh, no." LOL, maybe next year then.
I think that perhaps because we entered into our relationship as swingers, and have strengthened and solidified our bond and remained swingers that people thought it would never last. But we've pledged honesty to each other, no matter what. That goes a long way into making everything bearable. He fulfills me. He says I do the same for him. As the year has gone by, I've struggled with trust, will continue to struggle with that issue. But I love him dearly, and he loves me back, in ways no man has ever bothered to shower me in love before. It means so much, and I'm proud to be his lady.
So HEY BABY!!! WE MADE IT A YEAR!!! I'm so glad we're still sharing the road together, can't wait to see what's coming up around the next corner.
LOL, today he asked me to be his leading lady...OF COURSE silly man. I asked him if this meant I'd put in enough time to become greedy and demanding, to which I got a RESOUNDING... "uhh, no." LOL, maybe next year then.
I think that perhaps because we entered into our relationship as swingers, and have strengthened and solidified our bond and remained swingers that people thought it would never last. But we've pledged honesty to each other, no matter what. That goes a long way into making everything bearable. He fulfills me. He says I do the same for him. As the year has gone by, I've struggled with trust, will continue to struggle with that issue. But I love him dearly, and he loves me back, in ways no man has ever bothered to shower me in love before. It means so much, and I'm proud to be his lady.
So HEY BABY!!! WE MADE IT A YEAR!!! I'm so glad we're still sharing the road together, can't wait to see what's coming up around the next corner.
Monday, June 1, 2009
And We Forgot the Camera!
This past weekend, we hosted our second event. We decided, on the advice of a friend, to piggy back our party with a BBW dance being hosted in Braintree, Mass. I'd never been to a BBW dance, and was really looking forward to feeling a sense of camaraderie with other women of size, and meeting some incredible new friends. Our group had originally had about 12 people that committed to coming with us, but in the end we were a party of 6. Our biggest stumbling block, currently, is people who are no-shows or cancellers. I understand that life does happen, but I feel that there must be a better way to deal with this issue. Somehow we need to find a way to get more commitment from our groupies.
My disappointment at the dance itself was twofold. Firstly, it wasn't a well attended event. From the website (www.amplebeauties.com) most of the dances draw between 400-600 attendees. I would have been surprised if there had been 100 people there. Secondly, there was no camaraderie. I did receive some shy smiles from some of the women I smiled at, but mostly I felt like other women were sizing me up, and not in a good way. I suppose, since these dances are marketed to singles, that there is an aura of competition. AND, I discovered that this group is definitely not comfortable with bi-sexuality. We didn't stay at the dance too too long. LOL
Now, the party back in our room? It was outrageous. I drank a little bit too much and was feeling mighty brave. Malcolm was waiting for us ladies up there, having gone back to the room for a cold beer, and avoiding the 8.50 charge for booze down at the dance. His friend was there too, and our last man stayed at the dance a few more moments to chat with some ladies he was acquainted with. It got a bit hazy for me, the night becoming a series of pictures and feelings in my mind and body. So fulfilling. I walked into the room and virtually attacked Malcolm, kissing him deeply, repeatedly, and pulling him down to the bed and on top of me. His weight feels so good when he covers me... I really wanted to suck his cock, I'd been looking forward to it for awhile, and my pussy was dripping wet anticipating it. I got on my knees before him and he unzipped his jeans, slid down his Polo boxers, and unleashed his beautiful beautiful cock. It was so hard, with a pearl of precum at the tip just waiting for me. I licked it carefully, then sucked the head, getting it wet. I worked further down the shaft feeling the head glide along the palate of my mouth. Malcolm became impatient with me and fisted my hair good and tight, and drove his cock down my throat. He really tastes so good to me, I can only think that his taste, his smell all work to drive me further into heat when I'm around him. He fucked my mouth, loving that fact that he can gag me repeatedly. He loves feeling all the muscles in my throat convulse around him when he buries the head of his cock into my throat, enough so that i not only gag on him, but swallow on him too. OHHH, so damn good.
I'd made my outfit for the dance, and the skirt was micro mini short. He helped me up, and got me onto the bed on my hands and knees, raised up that so short skirt to find me naked underneath. He forced his cock into my pussy, my very wet and juicy pussy, until his balls slapped my clit, and he fucked me hard and deep. His friend LJ, presented me with my first glimpse of his beautiful cock, and pressed it to my lips. LJ is large, long and thick. Not so thick that you can't manage it, but thick enough to have to be careful of teeth. But it's an exciting kind of danger, and Malcolm loved seeing me swallow as much as I could. I couldn't get down to the bottom, but I did get close. Malcolm took to pounding into me, pushing me hard to make me go down harder, farther on his friend. What an amazing feeling to have one man caressing your ass and fucking you hard and deep, and another caressing your hair and fucking your mouth. I came, and screamed out my pleasure all around LJ's cock.
We stopped then, got up and went to attend to Susan, who was sitting and watching us. Susan couldn't play all the way, as sometimes women have those pesky monthly issues, but we were NOT going to let her get away with nothing. I needed to play with her beautiful breasts, and kiss her soft mouth, feel her hair under my fingers. And as I played it aroused Malcolm, who loves watching me with other women. He slipped his cock into my ass, fucking me there while my mouth was busy on Susan. LJ had moved to tend to our other female guest, Elaine, and our last guy, Ian, had finally made it back to the room. LJ and Ian worked Elaine over well, one mouth on her pussy, one cock in her mouth. And as we finished with Susan for a moment and I went to sit on the bed, Malcolm demanded an ass to mouth blow job.
Some will find the concept disgusting, some others arousing as hell. At that moment I was somewhere in the middle, and turned on by the thought that Malcolm would push me to go taboo in the middle of so many people. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I am his sub, he is my dom. I am the flower in his hand....I also do as my dom asks, as is his right. I felt rather than heard a collective gasp, amazement and lust from the men, surprise from the women. It made me braver, made me lose my inhibitions. He went down my throat again, and I swallowed. I lived to tell you all about it. LOL, and for the record? Yes, I'd do it again.
I went to the bathroom to clean up the mess Malcolm had made of me. Everyone had taken a break, drinking some beer, eating some snacks, refueling for more activity. I toweled off, laid on the bed to rest a moment, and within moments was embroiled in one of those surreal moments that float now in my memory. I lay on my left side, with a little satisfied smile on my lips and I felt the bed give behind me as LJ came up to snug against my ass. He rubbed that magnificent cock all over my ass, and gently opened me, and filled me, pressing in, and in... I was good, breathing and relaxing, and Malcolm came to me. I thought he'd come to kiss me, and hold me while his friend fucked my ass. He'd never shared that portal before, it was a new experience for both of us. But no, he was hard, so hard and aroused. He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening me up wide in a scissor position. He nudged the lips of my pussy apart with his cock, waiting on his friend's groove. He slammed his cock home, and, in contrapuntal rhythm, I had my first vaginal/anal Double Penetration. I know the angle was hard on Malcolm, but the feeling was dreamlike, I still can't believe I actually did it. And like the greedy bitch I am, I want it again. And Again.
I haven't forgotten about Ian...he was ready when Malcolm and LJ were finished, wiping me down, giving me a drink, and when he was confident that I was ok, taking his turn. His mouth hit my clit and I was so sensitive I jumped, harder into his lips and he laughed a little evil laugh. I felt his fingers making their way inside of me, rubbing me, stretching me more. He licked and sucked, and his chin beard rasped, and his stubble provided so much sensation it was mindblowing. And that hand of his...it was filling me, but it was doing something, finding a spot that made this incredible pressure fill me to the point of painful uncomfortableness. He knew, he gave his little evil laugh as his hand began to fuck me in earnest, as his mouth sucked my clit hard. It was this base guttural feeling, I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking his hand to save my life. I knew I needed something, had to relieve that awful pressure, and it made me beg, and cry, and moan, and scream. And Scream, and scream, and.....push....and Squirt.
And squirt, and squirt, and he'd start the cycle over again while the guys all came running over to see the puddle collecting under my ass and drenching Ian's face and neck and hand. My god, I couldn't even breathe anymore....and in the midst of all that, Malcolm flipped me over and fucked me and fucked me and slapped my ass until it hurt and made me cum and squirt on him and completely lose control of myself. The party had wrapped up by then, and Malcolm and I raced each other to the shower where we tenderly washed each other clean. Malcolm couldn't stay with me because of a family obligation, and the fact that he was LJ's ride. He left me in the company of his trusted friend Ian for the night, not willing to abandon me after all that to solitude in a strange place. I was given free reign with my boy toy for the evening. But that will have to be another blog.
I love Malcolm so very much, and these experiences that we create together make everything so special.
My disappointment at the dance itself was twofold. Firstly, it wasn't a well attended event. From the website (www.amplebeauties.com) most of the dances draw between 400-600 attendees. I would have been surprised if there had been 100 people there. Secondly, there was no camaraderie. I did receive some shy smiles from some of the women I smiled at, but mostly I felt like other women were sizing me up, and not in a good way. I suppose, since these dances are marketed to singles, that there is an aura of competition. AND, I discovered that this group is definitely not comfortable with bi-sexuality. We didn't stay at the dance too too long. LOL
Now, the party back in our room? It was outrageous. I drank a little bit too much and was feeling mighty brave. Malcolm was waiting for us ladies up there, having gone back to the room for a cold beer, and avoiding the 8.50 charge for booze down at the dance. His friend was there too, and our last man stayed at the dance a few more moments to chat with some ladies he was acquainted with. It got a bit hazy for me, the night becoming a series of pictures and feelings in my mind and body. So fulfilling. I walked into the room and virtually attacked Malcolm, kissing him deeply, repeatedly, and pulling him down to the bed and on top of me. His weight feels so good when he covers me... I really wanted to suck his cock, I'd been looking forward to it for awhile, and my pussy was dripping wet anticipating it. I got on my knees before him and he unzipped his jeans, slid down his Polo boxers, and unleashed his beautiful beautiful cock. It was so hard, with a pearl of precum at the tip just waiting for me. I licked it carefully, then sucked the head, getting it wet. I worked further down the shaft feeling the head glide along the palate of my mouth. Malcolm became impatient with me and fisted my hair good and tight, and drove his cock down my throat. He really tastes so good to me, I can only think that his taste, his smell all work to drive me further into heat when I'm around him. He fucked my mouth, loving that fact that he can gag me repeatedly. He loves feeling all the muscles in my throat convulse around him when he buries the head of his cock into my throat, enough so that i not only gag on him, but swallow on him too. OHHH, so damn good.
I'd made my outfit for the dance, and the skirt was micro mini short. He helped me up, and got me onto the bed on my hands and knees, raised up that so short skirt to find me naked underneath. He forced his cock into my pussy, my very wet and juicy pussy, until his balls slapped my clit, and he fucked me hard and deep. His friend LJ, presented me with my first glimpse of his beautiful cock, and pressed it to my lips. LJ is large, long and thick. Not so thick that you can't manage it, but thick enough to have to be careful of teeth. But it's an exciting kind of danger, and Malcolm loved seeing me swallow as much as I could. I couldn't get down to the bottom, but I did get close. Malcolm took to pounding into me, pushing me hard to make me go down harder, farther on his friend. What an amazing feeling to have one man caressing your ass and fucking you hard and deep, and another caressing your hair and fucking your mouth. I came, and screamed out my pleasure all around LJ's cock.
We stopped then, got up and went to attend to Susan, who was sitting and watching us. Susan couldn't play all the way, as sometimes women have those pesky monthly issues, but we were NOT going to let her get away with nothing. I needed to play with her beautiful breasts, and kiss her soft mouth, feel her hair under my fingers. And as I played it aroused Malcolm, who loves watching me with other women. He slipped his cock into my ass, fucking me there while my mouth was busy on Susan. LJ had moved to tend to our other female guest, Elaine, and our last guy, Ian, had finally made it back to the room. LJ and Ian worked Elaine over well, one mouth on her pussy, one cock in her mouth. And as we finished with Susan for a moment and I went to sit on the bed, Malcolm demanded an ass to mouth blow job.
Some will find the concept disgusting, some others arousing as hell. At that moment I was somewhere in the middle, and turned on by the thought that Malcolm would push me to go taboo in the middle of so many people. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I am his sub, he is my dom. I am the flower in his hand....I also do as my dom asks, as is his right. I felt rather than heard a collective gasp, amazement and lust from the men, surprise from the women. It made me braver, made me lose my inhibitions. He went down my throat again, and I swallowed. I lived to tell you all about it. LOL, and for the record? Yes, I'd do it again.
I went to the bathroom to clean up the mess Malcolm had made of me. Everyone had taken a break, drinking some beer, eating some snacks, refueling for more activity. I toweled off, laid on the bed to rest a moment, and within moments was embroiled in one of those surreal moments that float now in my memory. I lay on my left side, with a little satisfied smile on my lips and I felt the bed give behind me as LJ came up to snug against my ass. He rubbed that magnificent cock all over my ass, and gently opened me, and filled me, pressing in, and in... I was good, breathing and relaxing, and Malcolm came to me. I thought he'd come to kiss me, and hold me while his friend fucked my ass. He'd never shared that portal before, it was a new experience for both of us. But no, he was hard, so hard and aroused. He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening me up wide in a scissor position. He nudged the lips of my pussy apart with his cock, waiting on his friend's groove. He slammed his cock home, and, in contrapuntal rhythm, I had my first vaginal/anal Double Penetration. I know the angle was hard on Malcolm, but the feeling was dreamlike, I still can't believe I actually did it. And like the greedy bitch I am, I want it again. And Again.
I haven't forgotten about Ian...he was ready when Malcolm and LJ were finished, wiping me down, giving me a drink, and when he was confident that I was ok, taking his turn. His mouth hit my clit and I was so sensitive I jumped, harder into his lips and he laughed a little evil laugh. I felt his fingers making their way inside of me, rubbing me, stretching me more. He licked and sucked, and his chin beard rasped, and his stubble provided so much sensation it was mindblowing. And that hand of his...it was filling me, but it was doing something, finding a spot that made this incredible pressure fill me to the point of painful uncomfortableness. He knew, he gave his little evil laugh as his hand began to fuck me in earnest, as his mouth sucked my clit hard. It was this base guttural feeling, I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking his hand to save my life. I knew I needed something, had to relieve that awful pressure, and it made me beg, and cry, and moan, and scream. And Scream, and scream, and.....push....and Squirt.
And squirt, and squirt, and he'd start the cycle over again while the guys all came running over to see the puddle collecting under my ass and drenching Ian's face and neck and hand. My god, I couldn't even breathe anymore....and in the midst of all that, Malcolm flipped me over and fucked me and fucked me and slapped my ass until it hurt and made me cum and squirt on him and completely lose control of myself. The party had wrapped up by then, and Malcolm and I raced each other to the shower where we tenderly washed each other clean. Malcolm couldn't stay with me because of a family obligation, and the fact that he was LJ's ride. He left me in the company of his trusted friend Ian for the night, not willing to abandon me after all that to solitude in a strange place. I was given free reign with my boy toy for the evening. But that will have to be another blog.
I love Malcolm so very much, and these experiences that we create together make everything so special.
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