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
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
ThreeSum
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.
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.
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.
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