The Dry Spell has ended, thank the good lord. Malcolm spent an incredible weekend with me, just the two of us, and 2 blissful days of relearning each other and fulfilling our fantasies. Malcolm plays my body like his finest instrument, knowing just how to push me, just when to make me cum, and just when to hold me back for his greatest pleasure. I really find it amazing that even after more than a year, we still have the most amazing sex life. In fact I'd argue that it's even better now than it was when we met. I can do things I never could then, he's helped me find sexual abilities I'd never dreamed of. I can't imagine a better lover in all the world. Ian is an amazing second, in fact, I swear they talk...and plot. LOLOL, Malcolm has taken to making me squirt like Ian does...I wonder if they have a bet going. LOL.
I throated his cock deeper than I ever have. Being stricken with insatiable need seems to make my throat open wide. I could actually feel the back of my throat opening to accommodate the head of his cock, slowly, then closing back around as I swallowed him down. He pushed my limits, seeing how hard and how deep I could go this time, his own need drowning him. Malcolm is so potent, and so strong. His sex is like an aura around his body completely enveloping you when you step closer to him. I could feel my nipples tighten and my cream flow just smelling him. You can feel the heat lifting off him in waves. His skin is like velvet over steel, hard and soft at the same time. I am always amazed at how smooth his skin is, almost plush to the touch. I can't get enough of running my hands over him, especially when I need him to own me over and over again.
I know people don't believe me when they hear us talk about having sex for hours. But I swear on all that is holy that we started fucking at 12:30 pm, and finished around 4 in the afternoon, both of us spent, sweaty, and the bed a total wreck. And he hadn't even cum yet. I fulfilled 2 of his longstanding fantasies...something I'll hold dear to us because it is immensely private, and probably way more than anyone would expect us of doing. Somethings need to be kept close to your heart. But I was so proud of myself to finally making his dreams by completing those two fantasies. I jokingly asked if we could check them off the list now, and he hesitated, a little disappointed because he'd loved it so, and said, "Ok". I assured him it wasn't so bad, and we could do it again sometime. He giggled, hugged me and asked me what I wanted now because it was my turn. I told him we needed to go to either Amsterdam or Brazil to fulfill my next one, so he told me to start saving. LOLOL. We slept, so content in each other's arms, and him throwing off heat like a furnace. I had to poke my feet out from under the blanket to keep some kind of cool on me. When we finally woke, around 6, we had to peel ourselves apart, sweat running down the both of us, and even then he wouldn't let me shower. "I love smelling like you" he snuggled into me and said, and I agreed. We might smell like a pair of barnyard animals, but it was him and me, and it was beautiful. He fucked me again then. Fucked my ass till I squirted all over his hard flat stomach, fucked my pussy until I drenched him with cream, and screamed because the pleasure was so intense, and fucked me until he came hard and deep, and filled me with his cum. I begged him to feed me his cum, to shove his fingers in my pussy, and feed me our cum, which he was more than happy to do. It turned him on so much, he went down on me and fisted my pussy and my ass at the same time until I came again and, I swear, my eyes finally fell out of my head. LOLOL
No, my eyes did not really fall out, but that is our new joke because I came so hard I burst all the small vessels around my eyes, so I looked like I had two black eyes. We showered, because we really did smell like a farm, got dressed and went to his house for him to get a change of shoes, and to check on his house. Then we went to a party in Lisbon, and saw friends from a group we don't attend because our exes do. We like these friends, so it was a happy time, lots of love on all sides. We decided it was time for us to be the power couple that we are, and really cross network and promote our group. Well, and if we get to swing with our friends, even better! LOL. We arrived late, and we were really really wiped from fucking all day, but Malcolm spotted the Sybian (http://www.sybian.com/sybianindex.html), and decided he wanted me to ride it. My first reaction was NO WAY!! but my Dom had decided, and so I complied. THE funniest moment of the night was when the owner of the Sybian looked at Malcolm and said "Hold on just a sec and I'll put you on it." Malcolm's head jerked around and he shouted "HEY!!! NOT ME, HER!! I've got dangly bits, and dangly bits don't belong on one of these!" LOL, I swear everyone was CRYING they were laughing so much. That's my baby...he's the life of any party. LOLOL. I got on, tucked the dildo inside, and Malcolm snugged up behind me, his hands inside my bra holding my breasts. I wasn't naked, I'd worn a dress, and had only taken my panties off. The Sybian started it's rotating motion, and it's vibration....and ramped up, and up, and up. Malcolm hugged me to his chest, whispering to me to let it happen, not to fight it. It was intense, like having someone rip the orgasms from your body, one after another, ready or not. I remember screaming, because it was so intense, I couldn't NOT scream. Malcolm knows the sounds I make, the variations in my cries, whimpers, and breathing. It turns him on when he hears a certain tone, and he heard it, commented on it to the men watching. He also knew when I needed it to be done because it was becoming painful. He knows that I will try to ride the pain whether or not I should. He got me off, and thank God because I'd never have been able to vocalize it myself. I joked with some friends in a group that it's not unlike trying to taze yourself.
I liked it, but the quality of the orgasm wasn't as fantastic as my eye popping orgasm from earlier in the day. I let my Dom know that even after that amazing ride, he was still my best lover. I could see him swell with pride at knowing I love him the most. We stayed for a bit after that, to socialize, look at some great pics of parties past, and laugh and have some munchies. I was spent, after the Sybian, and began having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Malcolm made our excuses, and got me to the car so we could go home and sleep at last.
I woke up to his cock fucking my ass spoon style, his fingers rolling my nipples. I can't imagine a time I'm not ready and eager for his cock. I love being his dirty little whore, and he loves knowing I'll take whatever he needs to give me. He came quickly, my pussy pulsing around him, grabbing and milking him while he fucked me with everything he had. He got up to relax in the chair, cool down, and use the computer. I hadn't cum..... He asked if I needed help, and I said "NOPE! Ima do it all my by myself. You can watch" He smirked at me, kind of an Uh huh moment. I tried...I really did. But I got bored, and just couldn't finish. He chuckled at me and asked "What's the matter, honey, it's awfully quiet over there?" Bastard. He made me beg for him. I hate begging, but I begged. "Please daddy will you help me?" When he had my compliance, after my little show of defiance, he sucked my clit hard, and found my pulse with his mouth, matching his tongue strokes to my pulse. I begged harder because he knew he wasn't giving me what I needed to cum. I needed his fingers penetrating me and rubbing the trigger, making all that wetness explode from my pussy onto him. He gave them to me, but not all in my pussy. He fucked my ass with 2 fingers and my pussy with 2 fingers, and made me cum and cum over and over until I lost it, and squirted a bucket load of cum all over his face. He looked up at me and grinned, "Wow honey, that was alot! We should enter you into a squirting contest, you're doing great at it!" LOLOL.
What I find now is that the need has roared back to life, and that the more he gives me the more I need and want. My ex has always teased me about my nymphomania, and continues to now. Malcolm is in love with it. He says he finally feels like he has a true partner, we're on the same page about it. I agree.... I just want more...and more....
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Dry Spell
I do realize that all my friends think I'm having fantabulous sex on an hourly basis, but as much as I'd love that to be the case, or not, it's just not anywhere near reality. There are so many misconceptions about swingers out there, one of them being that we are all nymphomaniacal, crazy, and oversexed individuals who are completely devoid of any sort of self control when it comes to any type of sex. Really? Well, let take a real look at how my life and Malcolm's life really go.
First off, we don't live together because we have mothers. LOL, of all the things that keep us out of bed, those two women are number one on the list. Even more than our kids, our mothers and their health problems, appointments, and general neediness make sure we each have our share of daily grief. We've often joked that the solution is to move in together in my house, which is a duplex, and put the mothers together in the downstairs apartment while we live in relief of them upstairs. There would be a bloodbath, however, and it just really wouldn't work out, because I'm not sure who would win. Plus, his mother can still climb stairs, so we wouldn't exactly be scott free. Recently his mom had some serious enough medical issues to put her in the hospital. Dealing with her fears, and the frustration that inevitably she did this to herself has taken it's toll on Malcolm, and kept him from being able to make the trip to my house so that we can spend some quality personal time together. It's just too much to make the 45 minute drive after a full day at work, and then the few hours he put in at the hospital, then most likely be up most of the night because we just don't want to waste the time sleeping. Then to be up at 6 am the next morning to make the 45 minute drive back, and get ready for work. So we've been apart since my last post.
This isn't commonplace, but it does happen occasionally depending on, again, our mothers, kids and their activities, holidays and such. But even our daily schedules and that damn commute between us keep our together time from being what even he is antsy for...daily. He's encouraged me to think about moving closer to HIM. LOL...I've encouraged him to move closer to ME, and we find ourselves in a stalemate.
So what do we do about our sexual needs? Well, we text each other incessantly throughout the day. We talk on the phone for hours every day. We email each other all kinds of goodies. We both watch porn and talk about it to each other. He'll send up my boytoy for my pleasure. And he expects me to report back to him so that he can enjoy it by default, if he can't be there in person. And when we do get together, we make the absolute most of it. Dinner, fun, and lots and lots and lots of hands on cuddling, snuggling, snogging, fucking, and everything in between.
Once our times apart were so bad I was sure he had someone to take the edge off in between. I hedged for weeks before I built up enough courage to ask him straight up. It's not that I would have been pissed, I'd have understood, for real, that a man with his sexual appetite has needs to fulfill that I can't always be there for. I just wanted to know so that if he ever had a crazy one, like my ex did, that I wouldn't be blindsided by it. And, I'd like to hear about it too so that I could enjoy it with him. He often marvels that I'm not like typical women because I have a streak of realism in me as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. It is what it is, in the end, and no use getting all worked up, because finding yourself in a full lather over something rarely makes it better. His answer, however was so sweet, I actually teared up over it. He really does make me into such a cry baby. He said that he wasn't into quantity so much as quality, and that in the off times, he had a most wonderful porn collection, an active imagination, and a strong hand. And he had all the quality he was looking for in me...in our conversations, our fun times, our business adventures, our sex life, and our parenting. I couldn't agree more. I think when you find a partner that is the right one for you, it's the jigsaw puzzle piece just falling effortlessly into place. If you have to try and hammer it in, and there are all kinds of gaps that you're trying to ignore, it's not the right piece. Try another!!! and PUT THE HAMMER DOWN!!!! LOL
We're hoping to get together sometime next week...probably midweek-ish. There won't be enough time in all the world for me to get to relearn his body, his kiss, his control, his warmth. He'll use me tirelessly thru the night, every hole on my body anxious to receive him. He expects no less, nor would I ever dream of giving him less than what he deserves. We've texted some pretty raunchy scenarios to each other, especially this past week, with both of us really starting to feel the absence of the other most keenly. For the record, I also have not seen my boytoy since my last post, nor do I see other men on the side. So really really, when I say Dry Spell, I'm not kidding. We'll both be cresting a river of need when we finally meet again.
First off, we don't live together because we have mothers. LOL, of all the things that keep us out of bed, those two women are number one on the list. Even more than our kids, our mothers and their health problems, appointments, and general neediness make sure we each have our share of daily grief. We've often joked that the solution is to move in together in my house, which is a duplex, and put the mothers together in the downstairs apartment while we live in relief of them upstairs. There would be a bloodbath, however, and it just really wouldn't work out, because I'm not sure who would win. Plus, his mother can still climb stairs, so we wouldn't exactly be scott free. Recently his mom had some serious enough medical issues to put her in the hospital. Dealing with her fears, and the frustration that inevitably she did this to herself has taken it's toll on Malcolm, and kept him from being able to make the trip to my house so that we can spend some quality personal time together. It's just too much to make the 45 minute drive after a full day at work, and then the few hours he put in at the hospital, then most likely be up most of the night because we just don't want to waste the time sleeping. Then to be up at 6 am the next morning to make the 45 minute drive back, and get ready for work. So we've been apart since my last post.
This isn't commonplace, but it does happen occasionally depending on, again, our mothers, kids and their activities, holidays and such. But even our daily schedules and that damn commute between us keep our together time from being what even he is antsy for...daily. He's encouraged me to think about moving closer to HIM. LOL...I've encouraged him to move closer to ME, and we find ourselves in a stalemate.
So what do we do about our sexual needs? Well, we text each other incessantly throughout the day. We talk on the phone for hours every day. We email each other all kinds of goodies. We both watch porn and talk about it to each other. He'll send up my boytoy for my pleasure. And he expects me to report back to him so that he can enjoy it by default, if he can't be there in person. And when we do get together, we make the absolute most of it. Dinner, fun, and lots and lots and lots of hands on cuddling, snuggling, snogging, fucking, and everything in between.
Once our times apart were so bad I was sure he had someone to take the edge off in between. I hedged for weeks before I built up enough courage to ask him straight up. It's not that I would have been pissed, I'd have understood, for real, that a man with his sexual appetite has needs to fulfill that I can't always be there for. I just wanted to know so that if he ever had a crazy one, like my ex did, that I wouldn't be blindsided by it. And, I'd like to hear about it too so that I could enjoy it with him. He often marvels that I'm not like typical women because I have a streak of realism in me as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. It is what it is, in the end, and no use getting all worked up, because finding yourself in a full lather over something rarely makes it better. His answer, however was so sweet, I actually teared up over it. He really does make me into such a cry baby. He said that he wasn't into quantity so much as quality, and that in the off times, he had a most wonderful porn collection, an active imagination, and a strong hand. And he had all the quality he was looking for in me...in our conversations, our fun times, our business adventures, our sex life, and our parenting. I couldn't agree more. I think when you find a partner that is the right one for you, it's the jigsaw puzzle piece just falling effortlessly into place. If you have to try and hammer it in, and there are all kinds of gaps that you're trying to ignore, it's not the right piece. Try another!!! and PUT THE HAMMER DOWN!!!! LOL
We're hoping to get together sometime next week...probably midweek-ish. There won't be enough time in all the world for me to get to relearn his body, his kiss, his control, his warmth. He'll use me tirelessly thru the night, every hole on my body anxious to receive him. He expects no less, nor would I ever dream of giving him less than what he deserves. We've texted some pretty raunchy scenarios to each other, especially this past week, with both of us really starting to feel the absence of the other most keenly. For the record, I also have not seen my boytoy since my last post, nor do I see other men on the side. So really really, when I say Dry Spell, I'm not kidding. We'll both be cresting a river of need when we finally meet again.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Ring of Fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I065yiBzFo
Hot, slick, spicy, unexpected, erotic, mindboggling. Wet. Frantic. Hardcore. Unforgiving. Loving.
Blissful.
Orgasmic.
Penetrative.
Soul Bearing.
Pushed beyond the mind's preconceived barriers.
Enfolded.
Protected.
Adored.
Cherished.
Hot, slick, spicy, unexpected, erotic, mindboggling. Wet. Frantic. Hardcore. Unforgiving. Loving.
Blissful.
Orgasmic.
Penetrative.
Soul Bearing.
Pushed beyond the mind's preconceived barriers.
Enfolded.
Protected.
Adored.
Cherished.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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