Plum, a ripening

Deep

2008-05-18T01:19:00.000-07:00

THROAT
"Suck my cock."

We were hanging out on the couch when Morgan turned to me and unzipped his pants.

Soon, I was kneeling between his legs, my mouth stroking his big hard cock, pushing the fat tip far down my throat, deep against the back of my neck. I looked up at him as I sucked, enjoying the pleasure on his face, the half-closed eyes, the open mouth.

"Deeper."

Opening wide, I took him down as far into my throat as I could open, enjoying the choking feeling as he hit the back of my throat and droll ran out the sides of my mouth.

PUSSY
His fingers are inside me, just the way I like it. It hurts when he touches me this hard, hurts in this way that resembles an itch I am just burning to scratch.

It feels so good as he pushes and probes, stretches his hand out wide, pulls the lips broad, pushes his hand inside me hard, deeper, deeper, until I'm dripping wet, my wetness, my smell running down the inside of my legs, coating his hand.

And then he flips me over and I'm on my knees, bent over the chair, and he shoves it right in, big and hard and fast, just the way it feels so good to me, and I come and come, his hard cock pushing against my g-spot from the inside, my joyful screams a special grace floating in the air.

ASS
He's an ass man the most, loves it, dreams about it, shuts his office door and beats off thinking about it, about shoving his big hard cock into a woman's secret place, that deep inside hole of secrets he likes to force open and maintain.

We do it in all these positions: bent over the chair, on the sofa, in the bedroom bent over the pillow.

"I want my baby to come and come," he says, and I do, coming hard, the orgasms making me scream with pleasure.

And then there is the moment I am so high, just sex-stoned like you wouldn't believe, a well-used up fuck toy and little rag doll, bent over in the same position as the last earth-shattering come, but ready to do whatever he wants, to make the pleasure lasting and shared.

So when he rolls me over, takes my ass, positions it high in the air, and works his big, hard cock right up inside me, I am right there., As he holds my hips back so he can slam it into me, over and over, deep and hard, I' m right there. I'm so nuts for this man, so high on sex, I just arch my back and meet him every time, so steady he thrums like a bass chord deep inside me.

And then there is the moment I come again, and the Nth time. And the moment when he finally comes, and the moments after when we touch and hold each other, that deep chord we played together thrumming on and on.

"You are my darling, special angel, my love," he purrs as I move against his chest and curl into the crook of his arm, the hot, sweet sweat almost a mist on his skin, both of us wet and slick with love.

Plum: The slut's anatomy

2008-05-08T21:20:00.001-07:00

I think one of the reasons I stopped posting was that I lost faith in non-monogamy.

I mean, I am still a slut, but I don't know that I find polyamory very meaningful right now except as a way to justify having more sex with multiple people, something I don't need to justify if I feel like doing it.

Or, to put it another way, I'm not as interested in having multiple partners to have sex with. I'm interested now in having one partner and having sex with people I feel like having sex, either with my partner, or without.

And I've passed up some chances to have some interesting sex, because, well, I just don't have enough time right now, and spending time with Morgan is more important than some of the people who run through my passing parade.

Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't have adventures, or that I am not going to tell you about them, it just means that things here are going to be a little bit different, and maybe some new readers will join in.

Where I have been, and why I am back

2008-05-08T21:17:00.001-07:00

Plum here. Yep, still Plum, still a slut, still exploring.

But I got so busy, I had to take a break.

And then my life changed, and I got tired of writing erotica, tired of describing all those orgasms(tough job, eh?).

So I stepped away, as one can so easily do in the blogosphere, as they call it.

But now I am ready to come back.
So, please bid me welcome.

This speaks to me

2008-05-08T21:16:00.000-07:00

"Being a sex radical means being defiant as well as deviant. It means being aware that there is something unsatisfying and dishonest about the way sex is talked about (or hidden) in daily life. It also means questioning the way our society assigns privilege based on adherence to moral codes. If you believe that inequities can only be addressed through extreme social change, then you qualify as a sex radical, even if you prefer to get off in the missionary position and still believe there are only two genders."

- Pat Califia, From her book, Public Sex - 1994

the world of becoming

2008-01-17T22:20:00.000-08:00

A few nights ago D was here; I showed him how to use the rope he bought and put myself in a harness with a breast yoke, leash and rope down through my clit. (It was amazing how turned on I got from just feeling the rope.) I then had him out restraints on my wrists, cuff them together, and tie me down on the bed. He added a blindfold, did some flogging and light whip, and by the time he put his hands in me I was so wet I squirted all over the bed.

Tonight, Morgan is here, after some time apart. I'm treasuring the thoughts of climbing on top of him and putting his big cock inside me. Of him cuddling against me, inserting his cock in my ass and murmuring "Mnnnnn, smooth as silk," of us cuddling together, my body folded into his like I am nestled in a cave.

And then there's the really cute girl I met, the young one, who I'd like to spend more time with, but who I shouldn't try to take advantage of (some great fantasy material there). And my friend Andromeda, the goddess, and...yes, without any idea of how to go get one, my latest playtime interest is a girlfriend, or at least, someone with soft bits and breasts, maybe short cropped hair--only I have no idea how to meet this person, truly. (advice welcomed).

I love this post

2008-01-17T22:17:00.001-08:00

And this is the way my world is becoming, one moment at a time--and it feels so right.
Ariel, this is beautiful writing about a kind of openness too few people know.

"They are, formally, monogamish. Monogamish enough to make room for your hijinx; monogamish enough that there’s a point where you have to stop and pull away, adjust your shirt, her skirt, your pants, refasten bras, and remember that you only get to go so far. Monogamish enough that even though this is hot and you trust her affection you have to remember: they are not just primary partners in the practical way, the checkbook brushing teeth together way. They are actually in love, incredibly in love, stunningly in love, right down to the bottoms of their soles. You are secondary only because everyone is secondary — secondary not as a judgement. Just as a statement of fact.There is no etiquette guide for this. Anywhere. There is no instruction manual for how you stop making out with your friend at a party and turn to have a conversation with her fiance."

Sugasm #113

2008-01-11T05:08:00.000-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #114? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”

Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Kofola

Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision

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Erotic Writing and Experiences
Aural Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Decibels
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Score
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Uninvited
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob

Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings

NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade

Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
Hair-B-Gone
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry

BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
The Descent Begins
More piss slut practice
Rough Fuck
A Seven Orgasm Day
Two-thirds
Who knew Uncle Sam was kinky?

More now this is hotness: Bitchy Jones

2008-01-10T22:27:00.000-08:00

Bitchy Jones: "....there’s a little cruelty about using handcuffs rather than well-executed rope bondage or those soft leather cuffs that buckle and lock. They say: I care about my convenience more than I care about you not getting very uncomfortable in a little while. They say: I’m not going to waste any time on making your bondage nice or easy. Handcuffs are the quick and dirty way to get to where I want to be - which is the point where you’re getting hurt and I’m getting wet.

Selfish cruelty turns me on. (Surprised?)"

2007 round-up: My year in sex

2008-01-10T00:02:00.000-08:00

Yep, it's that time, time to look back at the lovers and the fighters, at least the ones I am allowed to write about. Here's the month by month chronicle of the hit parade:

January 2007--Andre: Six intense months with sweet Dom Andre kicked in right after New Year's Eve, at the same time that I continued my relationship with the attached D. Life with Andre included a visit to a play party, grinding with a drunk chick, and discovering A could make me come oh, about 18 times in a row, and leave me in a wet, limp puddle.

May 2007--June 2007--Broke up with both the fellas, more or less and got to know my hand a whole lot better.

July 2007: Met Magic and Morgan and decided to broaden my horizons a bit and check out group sex, women, and playing the field.

October 2007: First orgy, first group sex, more fun with girls. Tried swinging with M. Oh, turned into one happy switch.

November 2007: Bear!

December 2007: Switch, switch, switch...is it possible to love holding down my sweetie? I do.
(And love it when he Daddies me.)

A man with wings; aka this boy is an angel

2008-01-08T16:12:00.000-08:00

The shock of these beautiful wings!
This picture of MayMay is amazingly evocative and hot.
I like to think of his mistress running her nails down his spine.

Thanks, dude.

Skin, breath, desire, rhythm

2008-01-03T22:35:00.000-08:00

It's dark in the room, the street lights glowing in ever so faintly. I'm asleep beside him in the big, wide bed, spooned against his side like a long, curvy, pillow, the gentle snore of my breathing rising into the night.

And then there's the moment I pass from sleep to wakefulness.

The moment when I recognize that Morgan is curled against me, his cock tucked against my ass, pushing hot at the cozy nest of my thighs. He pushes and I arch my back, stretching my spine long, responding so that his cock nestles more fully between the twin cheeks of my ass, dips ever deeper. We move together in the dark without words, two sleepers on a swing, poured together like a cocktail of heated skin, breath, and desire.

And then there is the little noise I hear, the licking sound where he gets some saliva on his hand and reaches down to put his fingers inside me. And there's the way I feel myself opening, widening, as he probes me with his fingers, the passages of my pussy unfolding like a stroll down a mossy path. And then there the gentle but forceful way he takes his cock, still not fully erect, and works it inside me, and keeps moving against me, moving inside my pussy and against my skin.

He positions me against his thighs, working the angle so it's good for him, and he bends his knees, and bends me, until I am crouched against him, pinned on his cock, and his fingers are positioning my hips just so, his hands are urging me to meet and respond to every stroke.

I'm a vessel for his cock at that moment, a cum slut for him, someone he can hold and direct and rub inside, creating friction for his cock until it's so intense he explodes, coming in a flurry of touch and lust.

He moves and moves, hips fluid, hands pinning my thighs. His cock is so big, wedged so tightly against my legs that I can feel the big head of it lodge inside against my g-spot. I arch my hips and buck against him, I move and let him go deeper, so deep and it's just so hot, so erotic, it feels so good.

We've made love already tonight and now he's woken from sleep to have me and it's one of the hottest things ever to feel him there inside me, to feel him angle and pump my hips just so, to push so hard to bury himself deep in me, empty himself so hard.

It's intoxicating, poetry, the way his cock is so deep into my center and I'm so liquid, warm cream. It's magic how me pushes against me, uses me, emptying his massive need into my body until he too comes and comes, the orgasm taking him out of himself in a wave of ecstasy that pushes me to come, too.

For the next two nights, I go to sleep alone with my thick glass dildo. With my hands and my toy, I make myself come hard and wet, over and over again, my passion leaving wet spots on the bed as I pretend the dildo's his cock and that he's come up behind me and shoved himself right in.

It's so hot, so good, we each come- we both come -we sigh and cuddle and there's this huge peace.

And the, in the dark, we go back to sleep--Our skin, breath, desire, our rhythm, all turning into the tail end of a dream.

Here's to pretty--and genderbending

2007-12-30T21:31:00.000-08:00

Men are supposed to be big, and strong, and tough, but no one is writing about the delightful feminine touches even a manly man can have.
I like big, strong, brawny guys, you see, but one of the things I like about them is the softness the soft flesh under their arms can have, and the smooth curves of their thighs.
I like the soft curve of their bellies and the curving flesh of their breasts, ideally a tiny bit fuller than they might like, a small reminder that men, like women, can have very sensitive breasts.
I like putting my tongue across their nipples and holding the soft flesh as my tongue flicks the pink tip, and I like rubbing their butts with my hands, warming them up nice and pink just like guys to to me.
I like men who aren't perfect, who have their own sorts of curves and who are comfortable with that (feminine) side of themselves, who moan deep in their throats with pleasure as I suck and stroke their cocks and put my mouth on their breasts.
Yes, I like pretty men--and I also like men with girly bits--men who can let me hold them down and make them scream--and then turn round and do the same thing to me.

(Note: Reading a post by MayMay about wanting to feel pretty and be a pretty man when he feels like has spurred me to write this post, above.)

Sugasm #106

2007-11-30T23:29:00.000-08:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #107? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
5 Advanced Deep Throat Techniques
“Suck your man’s penis into your throat, and, while it is deep in, start to hum.”

MILF = Men I’d Like to Fuck
“He knows my body p e r f e c t l y and knows exactly how to make me squirm with pleasure and always knows the right thing to say.”

Reconciling Desire & Reality (part 2)
“The excitement of sharing her, the excitement of my arousal THEORETICALLY should mean a heightening of our own sex life.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Our fearless leader tells me he’s crazy busy so I’m presenting one from the vaults.
The Six Types of Porn Movie (and How To Get Into Them)

Editor’s Choice
Primed

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Sex News & Reviews
The End of the Mile-High Club
Fetish Film - Squealer (BSDM, Master, Shibari)
My controversial, nipple-baring Dirty Girls book cover
NEW Culture Shocking Designs!
Sex Toy Review: Mini Bullet One Touch Vibrator

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Am I born as a Whore?
Floral HNT
He’s Horny and She’s Easy
The Humble Handjob
I’ll assume i’m on the naughty list
Minus One
Obsessive Compulsive Slut
Re-discovering myself
So, doc, when can we…
Virgin Extraordinaire

Sex Poetry
Now and Zen

BDSM & Fetish
The **** machine
Erotica: Mind Games
Generic Pussy?
Get the contract signed- part two: vital lessons
Just a Few Naked Pics of Amy’s Perfect Body
Naked Service
What a Saturday
What is a Daddy Dom? Pt. 2

Sex Advice
Six ways from Sunday - Cowgirl (reversed or otherwise)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Bad Girl
Betrayal
Dark Cold Moons
Dichotomy
Halloween
Icing on the Cake
Like Me
The Main Course
Multi-tasking
Second Time Around
Sex Party in the Hood
Stressed Wanking

Sex Humor
Fuck’n Fun
Untitled No. 1

Sex Work
Reality Check: Eating Food

NSFW Pics & Videos
Day trip to porno town
Hannah Hilton Sexy Bikini pics
Lisa wants a spanking
Sanctum
Self-portrait in Boots
A Hot Femdom / Slave Boy Strap-On Scene

Reunion with Morgan

2007-11-26T19:37:00.001-08:00

We're at my house, and it's after dinner. We've walked, and we've talked, we've cooked, and we've eaten and now Morgan leaves the table and pats the spot beside him on the couch.

"Come sit down," he says, and nodding slightly, a little bit nervous because it's somehow gotten to be two weeks since I've seen him, and I am hoping he's going to want to touch me and to give me a chance to kiss that glorious cock. (Even tho we don't have D/s relationship, I can see the remaining traces of the sub girl inside--I don't often initiate without an invite; I have been conditioned to offer, and to ask.)

He gives me his mouth and I kiss those soft lips, our tongues exploring one anothers' mouths so passionately it makes me want to sing. And then there's the moment I move onto his lap and as he is kissing me, his hands are running over my hips, stroking my butt, my breasts. And then there's how I am grinding against his cock, feeling it growing hard through the think fabric of his pants, feeling his nipple stiffen beneath my hand as I brush my fingers against it, feel my own excitement build.

"Take off your shirt," he says in a deep growly voice, and I look sideways at him.

"Can I take off all my clothes? (Daddy, I almost add)."

"Yes," he says and pulls me back on top of him, his fingers digging into my hips, digging down into the crack of my ass, teasing inside my thighs and the swell of my hips as we kiss and kiss. feeling one another's nipples stiffening through the thin cloth of his shirt.

And then he says it, "How'd you like my big cock in your ass? I want to fuck that tight little asshole," and there's a growl in his voice that makes me want him big cock shoving inside me right now, no matter how much it might (at first) hurt," so I have to say yes, and it's yes that's on my lips as we join hands and go into the bedroom where I know he is going to fuck me silly after two weeks apart, and I just can't wait for it to happen.

Morgan is amazing, he knows how to touch me in all these good ways, how to make me so hot that by the time his hands are rubbing my butt I'm asking for it, and by the time his fingers are in my hole, I'm wiggling so he can get more deeply inside.

"Lube?" he asks, and I practically lunge for it, slathering the massage oil across my butt so he'll have no trouble navigating inside.

And then there's that moment when he's ever so delicately putting his cock inside me, and the amazingly indelicate moment where he shoves the rest of it right in, and the gasping pleasure he feels and the sensation of being so full that make me just nuts, and soon we are moving together as his big cock fucks my tight little asshole and it's so good, it really is, and as I think about Morgan waiting for me, watching porn and planning this, I get excited I start to come and that's the moment when he growls "Now take your thumb and touch your clit."\

As I grind me into me, and feel Morgan slamming into me from behind, I get so excited I come and come, practically howling with the heat of it all, and I know my ass is so tight I am going to wring him dry, that his orgasm is going to be an explosion like fireworks, bells going off in the dead of night, a city colonized with an ocean of come, his cries like music to my ears as our bodies move together, bound so tight until the moment we have to let go and what went in, has to, ever so sadly and gently, come out.

In bed with bear

2007-11-26T19:30:00.000-08:00

We're in the hotel room, our bodies glowing on the white cotton sheets, Bear so dark, and me so white. He's above me, holding my hands, his mouth on the pink tip of my breast, his long thighs stretched out against my legs, and I open my thighs wide to take him so deep, his cock plunging straight down into me like a pipe in a well, everything so neatly fitted. I know my mouth is open and my eyes glazed as he come inside me over and over, and the feeling of him is so golden, filled with so much pleasure and sweetness, I imagine myself breaking apart.

And then there's the moment where I start coming over and over, gasping for breath as the orgasms hit, and how his cock inside my pussy makes me so wet, I come and come as he's inside me, and he mutters low, in my ear, "That's right, slut, come on my cock. Come on my cock like the hot little slut you are," and those words make me so excited, so eager to comply, I come some more, again and again, and to my surprise I am squirting again, and it's just seconds later, and I am so excited I just never want him to stop, except that what I really want is to squeeze him so hard, to give him so much pleasure, that his body explodes, right at the center of the universe that is my heart, my cunt.

15 ways of looking at a blackbird (erotica version)

2007-11-26T19:03:00.000-08:00

There are so many ways to talk about the time that I spent with Bear this week, I can't just pick one. Instead, let me share some flashes of our precious 12 hours with you like facets of a crystal--or a Wallace Stevens poem.

Sex. Touch. Passion, Imagine making love with someone you haven't seen where it's better than you remembered. In fact, it's amazing. Imagine being so aroused, so wet, that having your lover's cock inside you feels like honey, like molten gold. Imagine the feeling that your bodies were made to be together, that somehow the parts just fit and that in fitting together you were not only reconnecting, but you had to do it, again and again.

Caring. Humor, Friendship. Imagine walking and talking together, a dinner made easy by laughter and sharing. Common insights, warmth, so much to share and say. Listening. Understanding. Alone once again in a city neither of us lived in, Bear and I had what can be only be described as flow, the natural harmony of two people in the zone.

Age. Race. Ethnicity. Class. Did I mention before that I am almost twice Bear's age? Or that while we come from not that dissimilar backgrounds, our color, class, and ethnic identifications are quite dissimilar? And did I mention I am almost twice Bear's ago? Whatever differences are between us, the connection is real--and magic.

Understanding. Acceptance. Love. The first nightI spent with Bear, almost two years ago, the thought went through my mind, "I love this person." Now, in the third winter of our friendship, I know it's true. I love Bear--he's someone the Net brought to me, someone with whom I was pulled together, across all sorts of time and space, to become this very real, very tangible friend--a gift that's very special to me. We have what we have--and it's all good--an amazing present.

Bad girl in a good place--all without words

2007-11-18T07:33:00.000-08:00

It was great to meet this cool friend of a friend the other night and feel the energy flow. And it was even more amusing to not only let the heat rise, but to turn our mutual turn-on into the grown-up version of a junior high-group grope.

Imagine: His hand on my arm, my hand on his thigh as we talk.
Then, his arm around my waist, my body leaning into him.
Soon, his hand on my throat, my tongue grazing the cleft of his ear, his low intake of breath.
Then, his lips on my mouth, tongue flicking inside, the sudden pull of his hand on my hair.

Energy. Heat. Curiosity. Desire.

--And a full-blown surprise for the friends watching in bemusement as discovery turned to touch and the heat rose between us, all without words, the crowd flowing around us as we touched.

Lux Nightmare: Wonderful reading on YouTube

2007-11-18T07:09:00.001-08:00

Just came across Lux Nightmare's reading from In the Flesh in NYC this past week.

Wow. Lux's story is about piercing, BDSM, energy exchange, love and feeling--As a piece of writing, it is a amzing; as a set of feelings, I relate to it ore as her personal expression than something I feel in the same way--but that makes it no less beautiful.

YouTube link here.

Sugasm #105

2007-11-13T23:07:00.000-08:00

This Week’s Picks
Bonbon
“I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I’ve got him.”

Domme virginity lost
I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You know that, don’t you, sweet boy?”

Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
“From my conversations I’ve learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin

Editor’s Choice
Each Mirror has two sides

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Expanding, consciousness

2007-11-13T22:42:00.000-08:00

In the past six months, my consciousness about sex, gender and identity has started to expand and it's amazing, perhaps as amazing as connecting with my submissive side and deciding to be a slut. But now I feel like there is so much I want to explore--and write about--that may not fit in this basically erotic blog, and i have to decide what to do about that.

What do I want to explore?

All the layers of sexuality, identity and choice that bisexuality seems capable of embodying, for one thing, and how gender politics fits into things--I want to understand all this better on both a personal and a political/systemic level--and geeze, I have so much to learn.

I need to decide if these entries can fit into this blog, or if they better belong elsewhere. I love writing erotica, and love the stories Plum tells here, but there's alot of growth and consideration going on that also needs voice--I'm just not sure where to put it all.

Sex Party in the Hood

2007-11-09T10:37:00.000-08:00

We're in a town maybe 20 miles from home, in a set of suites at a commuter hotel, and it's Saturday night and the crowd is dribbling in. Women with big weaves, men in dark pants and knit shirts, the crowd is mostly black, with a sprinkling of others thrown in. Our hosts are Marvin and LaTisha, husband and wife, partners in crime, and purveyors of Saturday Night Roxx, the BBW-friendly, all shapes, all sizes swinger's party Morgan and I are going to.

You'd never know from the crowd around the punch bowl that these folks are all here to get laid in front of one another, to give and receive from people they've probably never met--or only see here. There's Julio from Chile, who travels through the area two weeks a month, and Mark, who has a small child to care for at home, and Lucinda and Mary, demure as can be, who tell me this is their second party and yeah, they had a great time.

No one here is here for a date, I think, they're all here for sex, to get touched, hugged, licked and fucked. It's quite the thought--and then I realize that they are thinking the same thing about me--that even though I am here with a man, there is definitely something I am either wanting to give--or get--that ain't happening at home.

We hang and we chat, drinking water by the punch bowl. People flit in and out of the bedrooms, there's murmurs and noise, and after a while Morgan tugs my hand and says, "Let's go see."

In the back room, on the big bed, there's a woman and a man, and another couple beside them, all tangled together in the almost dark. We stand by the bed as one man eats out a woman's pussy as another plays with her breasts, and then there's the couple right in front of me, fucking and sucking hard and loud.

Morgan says "Take off your dress," and I nod and strip, pulling off the black dress, the high heels, the fishnets, but leaving the black lace demi-bra and panties on. And then he's pushed me down on the bed, down beside the other couples, and it's his hands reaching into my panties to stroke my cunt, pushing the lace aside so his big fingers can enter, kissing and licking my clit, hard, as he shoves more and more fingers inside me, so much intensity and pleasurable pain that I arc against the bed, gasping, eyes shut, imagining without seeing the men standing by the side of the bed, dicks in their hands, watching us go to town.

And then there's the moment when I am sucking his cock, deep as I can, and another mans's hand is touching my breasts, and the moment when I have some stranger's cock in my fist, one I've never seen before tho I am being so very nice to it, but then when the stranger indicates he wants to put it in my mouth, I shake my head and say "No penetration, no fluids," and that's it, touching is all he gets.

And soon we're together on the bed, and Morgan is fucking me, hard and deep, and it feels so good of course, the beast with two backs in front of all these people. But then he withdraws, he stops, and I turn and there's this adorable black man, built like a house, with a kind face, and his cock is right in front of me and damn! it loks good. We play for a bit, and then he says, so seriously, "Can I fuck you?"

And I nod yes, and help him put the condom on, and it's doggy style, like I like it. His cock is thick and long as he shoves it into me, thick and long and hard as he fucks me so hard I buck on the bed, so hard I wonder if I can take all of it it. And then we're fucking and it feels so good, and I am gasping and everyone is watching, but he's too young to realize that I am getting dry and maybe a little lube is in order and I am too shy to say anything, so after I while I just say I want to stop--

--And that is the moment I realize that there are all these men with dicks in their hands standing around the bed, and that Julio and Mark and the others all want to be next,all hope I will just fuck the whole room, one by one, or at least not stop till I finished with them, and that thought freaks me out so much I have to get up off that bed and put most of my clothes on and head into the other room with Morgan where we find a cute girl I spank a little bit but mostly that's it for the night.

"That party was too much about getting fucked," I tell him on the way home. "I definitely got to live out some fantasies, but it seemed like it was a lot about male dick, about paying to get off with someone who wasn't a whore, and that made it less good for me."

Morgan ponders. "I think you can make it anything you want," he says. "Next time you could go there and say you and you and you, and that would be it."

I nod, I consider that, but I know the next time I want to try a sex party--my #2--it will probably be a different one.

Morgan in the morning

2007-11-09T10:26:00.000-08:00

He's asleep, sprawled across my bed, legs filling up most of the space, arms hugging the pillow shoved over his eyes.

It's 8 am and I've been awake for a while, we've made love and he's passed out on the pillows, claiming that one last drop of sleep before the day hits.

What is it about this person that takes hold and grabs my heart?

There are moments I appreciate the freedom between us--and then moments I want to hold him and not ever let go.

(And yes, M, I know you are reading this.)

Men are dogs: a fantasy

2007-11-06T07:38:00.000-08:00

The nights he's not with me, he's watching porn, lying back in that big bed, those thick hands holding that big cock, stroking it intently as he watches the screen.

There are two women there, taking a walk in the late fall day, one a trim, compact blonde, the other a taller brunette, both looking like, if they took off their clothes, you'd see a track marks and bruises. Pretty, but on the way to being used up.

But the women aren't what interests him. Neither is the director, Slovak or Czech, who's perched just at the edge of the frame, mostly out of camera, his low voice barely audible as the girls' boots crunch the leaves.

His eyes are on the big dog the taller girl walks, the long, rangy Great Dane, his ears cropped high, his flanks a steely gray, who walks placidly beside them. Like two girls in a fairly tale, they walk down the road and deep into the woods, to a leafy clearing where a nest of blankets and throws has been made, a secret place where this movie really opens.

He watches as the blonde girl takes off her clothes and lies down on the blanket, her small breasts raspberry-tipped cones, and as the taller girl kneels down beside the dog, one hand stroking and petting his back, the other reaching down to squeeze his cock, petting and stroking until the dog's flanks start to shiver.

And then there is that moment when the blonde girl bounds up, naked, and holds the dog, and the moment when the taller girl kneels down and takes the dog's cock in her mouth. And then there's the scene where they're both holding and touching him, his cock pulled out and behind his body, impossibly grey-red and long, a glistening bullet-headed tip growing longer and longer.

And his hands go to his cock and his mouth parts and he is breathing hard because he knows what is coming next, the moments that really turn him on, when the blonde girl gets down on all fours and the tall one fits the dog's dick inside her cunt and the dog starts to hump her, harder and harder, fucking the bitch who's a girl shoving her ass at the camera, her partner holding the big dog steady, the animal noises and cries of encouragement rising from both of them, the dog fucking her hard, for minutes, for what treat I can't imagine, but pumping his cock deep into her pussy, the dog knot driving down from the base and right into her cunt.

His face contorts, he's getting off on this, the orgasm about to hit as he connects with the beast within himself, the dog he is, the blind fucking machine ready to shove blindly into anything that moves, any soft object, hot, wet energy always ready to be shoved and pushed, a dog climbing onto any bitch he chooses, any desperate director's crack whore eager and willing and unable (afraid) to refuse.

The cum sprays his belly, the flannel sheets on his bed. He moves a hand, scoops it, up, licks it. And clicks a button, then watches again, And again. And again.

Dinner and dessert

2007-10-25T22:39:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow night I am having the long-anticipated dinner with Joannie and Neil, the couple who propositioned me back in the summer. I am going to practice safe sex, but abandon all caution, and I think it will be amazing fun.

Welcome, Fleshbot folks!

2007-10-25T21:47:00.001-07:00

Hey there--come and enjoy my stories. Some recent ones:

Hot, banging sex--with my hand
Clothespinned in the dungeon
Walking naked and Collared with Andre
A date with the new dom
Grinding it

Some older ones:
Breath Play
Hood, blindfold, collar, leash,you
With Z, touch of his hand on my throat

Spanking the Boy..and then some

2007-10-25T16:56:00.000-07:00

He was maybe 35, long lustrous hair, cut to the neck, nice body, friend of a friend and someone else out in the woods for the weekend. Oh, and did I mention that it was the cute little plaid skirt, cut to there, and the long white knee socks he wore that totally got my attention?

Yep, Jeannie was a cross-dresser.

We ended up, during one of the talks, cuddling a bit more closely than friends, and the way his fingers traced a line down my breasts, it was clear he was willing to be good friends, and turned on by a guy in knee socks, a skirt, shaped eyebrows and a cool good ring in one ear, why would I say no?

We ended up in the back room at the place, door shut, exploring one another as everyone else discussed whether to take off their clothes and practice CPR (okay, it was actually orgasmic deep breathing). I found out the Boy, as I like to call him, has this little submissive streak and that because of his love of being dominated and spanking, I was going to get a chance to switch

But of course I didn't know that when we started. I only knew that he wanted to kiss me and touch my breasts and that, when I offered to spank him, he said yes. So then there was the moment I put him across my knee on the bed. And the way I lifted up the little skirt to rub his sweet, hairless ass and swat him with my hand, again and again. And soon the skirt was off, and he was face down on the bed, ass in the air, and I was spanking that sweet air, my hand coming down on the space between the butt and the thigh over and over again, rubbing and kneading his butt as I spanked it hard with one hand.

And then there was the way he went right into subspace, the little cries and moans he made that turned me on just so much, and the way he moaned when I took my fingers and rubbed them across his nipples and took the little delicate pink tip in my mouth, that tiny nib, and bit it, almost hard. And then there was the sound of spanking, and the cries and moans we made, and my knowing that the people in the other room had no idea who was spanking whom.

Can you believe I almost don't remember what the Boy did to me, just that it all felt amazingly good? And that when we took a deep breath and hugged and kissed and went outside, our lovers were lying naked beside one another?

"Faun says I'm too big to fit inside her," Morgan said, and Faun smiled prettily and reached for the Boy. And then there was the moment when I was bending over Morgan, astride his thighs as I obligingly fitted his big thick cock into my cunt, and the moment when I say the Boy bury himself inside Faun and start fucking her hard, just like a bunny rabbit machine, and the moment when I bounced atop Morgan, my big tits bouncing as I felt him pushing right up against my g-spot from the inside, and the idea that this was the first time I was having vigorous, athletic sex in front of anyone else, with the lights on, and with the whole room watching as fucking Morgan made me come over and over, as watching Boy drive himself joyfully and estastically into Faun thrilled me with erotic abandon.

And it was yes, oh yes, and yes again, Molly Bloom for sure as Swordfish says, and Jack Kerouac and angel headed Allen Ginsberg hipsters and the feeling I was in the right place and would keep coming back for more and more and more.

This post rocks!

2007-10-23T23:15:00.000-07:00

"I have found that it is much easier to come out as gay than it is to come out as poly.
I am not completely out at work as I was when I lived as a lesbian. There are three people that know about my poly life at work and it took a long, long time for me to discover if I could bring it up. My Mom and sister know about me being poly, but not too many other family members. When I was living as a lesbian, everyone knew. My dad, my bosses, my co-workers, my everybody who came into contact with me knew."

---i, A Poly page for secondaries

Fucking Morgan

2007-10-01T22:31:00.000-07:00

We were in bed together at his place. I was lying on my side against his broad thighs, his cock in my mouth, sucking hard as he fucked my face. Wet, throbbing cock pushing into the back of my throat, pushing the air right out of the way, his hips moving as he sought to shove more and ever more of that big thick cock right down my throat, filling it up so I could hardly breathe.

I sucked and sucked till the saliva ran in ribbony threads down the sides of my mouth, till my mouth was so wet I could lather his cock with wet spit, spit so thick it was almost white, as if my mouth had started to cum.

As hard as he was and as big, my sucking made him greedy and with a motion he moved me on top of him. I put that big thick cock in my cunt, knowing without checking that I'd be wet, that all that face fucking and his hand on the back of my neck would have opened my body for him.

And then there was that look on his face, the look of greedy joy I feared and loved, the intent pleasure-seeking concentration I felt so possessed by, and there was the way I wanted to see him feel more of that, to know that I made him feel that way, to feel like his spirit throbbed as he tried as hard as he could to show every bit ohis cock right up into me and then out again, so he could keep feeling me squeeze and rub the tip with the tight muscles of my cunt.

Back and forth we rocked, in and out, for what seemed like a long time, over and over. It was so good, and I cried out, savoring him, but he didn't come. Instead he looked up at me with wicked, sideways smile that was almost a sneer and said "I want my cock in your tight little hole. I want my cock in your ass."

"We could do that, " I said, and then we were doing it, his practiced hands opening me up, making me wet so that big cock could follow, could slide all the way in and find space to move, even as I gripped him tight as anything.

It hurt like a motherfucker as he pushed his way it. It hurt, but I wanted it. A pain I hoped would soon turn to pleasure. He smiled with joy as my tight asshole closed around the head of his cock, as I pumped up and down, working him into me, making myself loose and wet enough to truly fuck, to give him what he wanted and not have it hurt too much.

Up and down we moved, in rhythm, my body balanced over his as he fucked my ass, over and over, an amazing rhythm, an amazing thing, for us to touch in this way, to give one another so much pleasure. "Oh, oh," I cried out, and later, he cried out, too. And then there was the way I pinched his nipple with my thumb, and how I took it in my mouth and pressed it with my teeth at the same time I could feel him gather himself up and just explode.

And damn, it was good.

Life is opening wide

2007-09-27T22:48:00.000-07:00

Life is opening wide right now! Morgan and I are getting along really well, and planning some interesting adventures. And I'm feeling very empowered and rich around my sexuality and doing some more exploring.

Ideas that are interesting

A woman
A woman who's into BDSM
Being more of a switch
Multiples
Finding someone to play with here BDSM isn't the center of my relationship-it's more occasional and fun
Topping Morgan if he'll agree

Mmmmnnn. It's Fall and I am falling.

Updates and then some

2007-09-22T23:14:00.000-07:00

I am having a delicious time with Morgan. We have a wonderful heart connection and he's adventurous in a way that makes my toes curl. We have compatible sexual styles, overlapping taste in porn, and a share talent for making trouble--which, I think, we haven't actually kicked into gear yet. It's all good.

At the same time, I am still seeing--and sleeping with D. For some reason, this man and I have the kind of chemistry that turns me into a wet puddle in about 10 seconds, and it sis sweet.

And then there's Mark & Martha, the married couple I know who each want to have a relationship with me (yikes), and the two poly bi BSDM women I am interested in meeting.

Fun.

BDSM LOL Cats make me smile

2007-09-22T21:44:00.000-07:00

(Via A Bad Man in a Bad Place)

Now this is SOOOO Hot

2007-08-31T20:45:00.001-07:00

What can I say? I love techno and big tools so this music video is the sheetz.

I just crossed a line...and I am GLAD about it

2007-08-27T23:40:00.001-07:00

I can't believe I just did what I just did. And that I feel so good about it.
Here's the deal: This weekend, at a workshop, I felt myself drawn to one of the participants. I avoided meeting him, because I pegged him as a really, really smart, smart-ass, libertarian, (maybe pagan) BDSM Dom(yes, I have a couple of types and that is one of them...).

By the last day of the workshop, when we had not met, I decided to let myself meet him. We spent some time together in the sessions, and I found him interesting. I had a good time seeing if I could signal to him, without saying a word, that I both got who he was (or who I imagined he might be, to be more accurate) and that I was a submissive(this was not a BDSM community space) and on the way to being a switch.

Whatever happened, he gave me his card before I left and viewing the card and then reading more about him online confimed this is someone I would like to know. So I emailed him. And then emailed him again. Emailed him in a way where it was pretty clear what my private self was about.

Given that I am having such a wonderful time with Morgan, this seems questionable. And yet, Morgan is both a pervert and a switch and we are both poly. And I would like to get to know this man and see what's there before self-limiting.

This is braver public behavior than I have had in the past--and a good thing. (I am goin g to wait to see if there is any interest/response before telling Morgan about this, but I think he would be very interested, which thrills me.)

And of course the idea of someone who I might like who is into BDSM and rope and power exchange completely engages my attention.

Sugasm #93

2007-08-21T22:26:00.000-07:00

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #94? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Between Baths
“His tongue licks along the edge of my thong and then slips underneath, and then he pulls the material aside so he can get to me.”

Fantasy Vs. Reality: What Is Cheating?
“Paid escort work is fantasy; dating me is reality.”

How To Set Up an MFM Threesome
“You’d be surprised how many guys will say they can’t wait to bed her down, then chicken out or not show up after you’ve shelled out money for a hotel room.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Neal Mather Fetish Figurenes

Editor’s Choice
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More Sugasm
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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences
And the answer is
Christening The Bed
Episode One
Sally & Bill
Stop

Sex Audio & Podcasts
Almost Perfect
Nobilis Erotica 30-Woman of the Mountain

NSFW Pics & Videos
Bree olsen episode 1
Catalina loves Guest HNT Posts!
Georgi (I Shot Myself)
Half-Nekkid at the BBQ
I Feel Myself
Photo of the Moment: Curvy Girls
Sexy DJane Jesse Capelli
Sexy showgirl upskirt pinup photo
Tits for the Troops #5

Sex Work
Breakdown Of A Quickie
Objectify Me

BDSM & Fetish
Calling All film slaves in the New York/New Jersey area!!!
Friday night
Fucked to bits
Happy HNT - A switching in the old abandoned cabin
Let’s give the boy a hand! - Part Two of Text Message Mayhem
An Ode to Bondage
Playing with Morgan
Showerland
Social Kink Interviews The Knotty Boys (Shibari, Bondage)
Sweet Possession
Trembling, redux

Sex News & Reviews
Aneros Progasm Prostate Massager Review

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Did you have sex?
Half-Nekkid and Openly Bisexual
Keeping Secrets
Love Sick
Mirror, Mirror
More On Cougars - Older Men, Younger Women, Mistresses and Married Men
Playing with my Barbie
Skanky Panties & The Business of Faux Fish Juices

Question for Morgan

2007-08-21T22:21:00.001-07:00

You throw me down on my back and flip me over the edge of the bed.
Your cock goes down my throat till I worry I might gag on it and your hands pinch and slap my breasts.
Did you put your mouth on my clit, your teeth on my lips, your tongue inside me then?
Or was that earlier, when you murmured "Goddess" and ate me till I screamed?

opened and used without a word being said

2007-08-21T21:31:00.000-07:00

It's night-time, late and I am in the big bed, the red and green blankets pulled to my throat, the cat settled in at the food of the bed. I'm on my side, my wet fingers rubbing the soft skin around my clit, my other hand teasing the vibrator at the edge of my cunt, and as I press the soft buzzing tip against the warm flesh I close my eyes and think of you:

Morning, the light grey, both of us sleeping on our sides.

I wake because you are touching me, your big legs pressed against my hips, your cock pushed into the curve of my ass so my hips fit right into your thighs. You arch your body against me and I feel your cock start to stiffen, growing hard, moving from a soft snail to a fleshy club, and you angle yourself in between the cheeks of my ass and start to rock, rubbing yourself against the skin, not a word spoken between us, not a whisper or a sigh.

Your hand holds my hip, pinning me where you want me, angling my body at just the right edge. I hear your open your mouth and know you are licking your hand, making it wet, and know that had it going to end up moistening me, creating an entry way for your body in mine.

Slowly, with great care, your fingers work the puckered tight flesh till they push their way inside. Slowly, with great care, you touch and rub and make things wet till the moment you can push yourself inside me, inserting your big tip with the greatest of care, following deeper with a rush that makes me pant and sigh.

Do you know how wet it makes me to remember how we rocked together, your cock in my ass? Do you remember my sighs of pleasure as you plunged so deep, so tight, then came out right to the edge, only to plummet down deep again?

Your moans as your cock rubbed its sensitive spots inside my tightness.
My whisper "You own all my holes."
The pleasure of us coming together, of how good it felt to have you so deep inside me, joined so near the heart.
The pleasure of the morning, of being awakened, of being opened and used without a word being said, the pleasure of you in me

I come and come and come again.

It's wet, and strong, and good--but it's not you, it's only a recovered memory of what I felt when we touched.

Playing with Morgan

2007-08-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

My new boyfriend Morgan could be described as a switch, a big, bi-sexual, poly bear, a Daddy type guy with a wicked sense of play. He's almost twice my weight and way bigger than my height, and he knows how to throw me around in a way that feels so good--and how to pin me down and spank me and slap me and pull my hair as I suck his cock so that it feels thrillingly delicious.

One of the cool things about Morgan is that he also likes anal play. It's just seconds from my g-spot to my butt with a (big, thick) thumb, and he's had me panting and slobbering a few times now. But even better, I got to experiment with giving him a prostate massage as we made love, and was instructed on how to put my finger up his butt as he gave himself a hand job (I hope these details are interesting, and not grossing anyone out.) I'm imagining that I am going to learn more about how to lick him *down there* and I've added a dildo and a butt plug to my toy bag that I am hoping he'll let me try-and like.

Morgan is so good at pressing his weight against me in a way that makes me feel totally dominated and used. He's a master at pulling my legs over my head, shoving his thick meaty cock into my wet cunt and then banging himself against me, over and over, till the feel of the big head of his cock wedged deep inside my cunt makes me want to burst. His ability to thrust into me, then come all the way out, then shove himself in, and do it again, over and over, makes each of us pant and moan with pleasure.

The last time we made love, he threw me on my back, pressed my legs up over my shoulders, and shoved his cock so far inside me I thought I might break. After he fucked me for a while, he grabbed my legs and threw me further down on the bed and shoved a pillow under my hips, turning my bottom almost straight up.

"Next time, I'm going to use your pretty little asshole," he hissed, and the combination of those words, his hand on my throat, his big cock and his weight pressing down on me put me right over the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I like to make noise as I'm feeling it, and if I'd had half my brain left, I've felt sorry for the neighbors on the other side of the wall and across the way as he penetrated me (yes, I was that loud).

Given that I was lost in a sex-crazed frenzy, it was more about how he fucked me till I came a half a dozen times and how then he dragged me up on top of his big, broad body and I rode him till he came, biting and licking and teasing his nipples like I was the baby Domme suckling her prey.

And then when it was all over, and we'd both come, both been spent, there was that feeling of lying there together, connected so intensely by the force of what we'd shared, the intimacy of taking one another to a place where there were no words and no need to use them.

Angelia Jolie rocks!

2007-08-10T09:38:00.000-07:00

“I’ve never hidden my bisexuality. But since I’ve been with Brad, there’s no longer a place for that or S&M in my life.”

--Angelia Jolie, spealing her truth to a French magazine, quoted in The Sun, UK. (Wow!)

Earlbecke: I am Not Damaged

2007-08-09T21:20:00.000-07:00

This post by earlebecke caught my attention when I stumbled across it:

"I am not damaged. I am not queer because of abuse. I am not submissive because of abuse. I have been both queer and submissive my entire life. I can recall having both of these desires from an incredibly young age: an unusual attachment to female friends and a near total absence of crushes on male peers, and a persistent desire to be “owned”, an eagerness to please and take care of everybody in my life. These are the things which fulfill me. These are the things that I need to be happy."

I can never leave you

2007-08-07T19:15:00.000-07:00

You touch me
and I am so wet
so hungry
You drive your hard cock in
and my pussy grips you--tight

Back and forth we go
a magic circle
an electric pleasure ride
of moans and yelps and sighs

the pleasure building
like it always does
as you fuck me from behind

and then there's that thought in my head
I can never leave you
not when the fucking is so good

Opening, Night

2007-08-02T22:39:00.001-07:00

It's late at night, or early in the morning, and I wake because your hands are on me. You're all over my body, hands roaming, fingers tweaking my nipples and stroking my breasts, strong fingers parting my lips and pushing, gently, inside.

I like the feeling of waking up and opening to you, knowing, because it is you, there is no need to hold back, no need to cover and hide. There is only the gift of offering myself, of your hands and my body, the bridge we form together that takes us to a new place.

In the dark, your hands open and push me wide. Your fingers rub and touch until my pussy is wet, until there's a river of warmth running down my thighs, a gush I didn't anticipate and can't control, squirting shows how wet I am for you, how much I want what you offer, how turned on and hungry your touch makes my body.

As you hover above me, I know you smile. I know you smile as you plunge your cock right in, hard and thick and just as hungry, desperate for the pleasure ride, that feeling of my cunt gripping you so tight, even as I gush and gush.

It's so good to feel us together, so good to be so wet, so good to have you inside.

Magic, again (taking a pass)

2007-07-25T22:35:00.000-07:00

Magic was here last night, charming and smart and friendly.
Only when he kissed me and when we made out on the couch, his energy was...dark.

Under the smiling exterior, my friend Magic was a dark animal, all snarling fangs and claws and teeth, teeth he carefully controlled so as not to scare away the lovely maiden, the maiden unrestrained by cuffs or rope.

A biter. Fierce. Maybe even possessed by an animalistic fantasy.

His mouth, his hands and teeth on my body felt good, I moaned when he tugged at my lips and my clit, but I was scared.

There is no way I could ever let that dark energy inside me, ever let that animal force come close enough to risk he'd tear me apart,

Magic, I am going to tell you no thanks, this girl is taking a pass.

Morgan, again

2007-07-25T22:28:00.000-07:00

Did I say how thick and long his cock is, and how I'm entranced by that fleshy tip?
And how he smiles in a way that makes my heart spin?
And how the poetry he quotes is so beautiful and seductive?

We make beautiful love.
And then I realize he's holding off on deciding what it all means.
I don't match his model of what a life partner should be, you see.
I run the risk of being dismissed for not being quite what he wants.
Guess he runs that same risk.

I am feeling scared because I could fall in love with this man,
And he could hurt me.
And there's no way to play it but straight.

Magic is Magic

2007-07-19T07:18:00.001-07:00

So I saw Magic last night and we walked and talked.

He's interesting...maybe not as kinky as I'd thought (hoped?) but with a questioning heart and a taste for spanking, rope, and adventure.

We've been very hands off, but I liked the way he pulled me to him when we kissed, his hands on my back, my breast.

And yet I am not sure we'll really mesh...still exploring and finding out.

Sex and me

2007-07-19T07:16:00.000-07:00

I thinmk I just decided that this moment is about dating and having fun and that I should sleep with whomever I want to and gather ye roses while ye may.

I'm heartened by this chance to see multiple people (still selective) and be a slut.

Onward!

Me and D

2007-07-15T11:17:00.001-07:00

So D and I have reconnected, but in a new way. We're still close, but I am dating and seeing other people and looking for someone who can be central in my life at the same that I have also acknowledged how important I am to D--and he to me--So, we're figuring out what that means.

For D, it's hard, because he was happy the way things were--and while he agrees I need and should have this freedom, it feels like less to him.

In addition, he is both protective of me and has bad boundaries--I don't plan to tell him alot about my other relationships unless someone arises who is significant--and I am going to use this burst of freedom to experiment with people and relationships it would be hard to do with him (like a threesome, or swinging)--but I know he would like to know everything, blow by blow, if for no other reason that to not feel left out.

I have to say I don't see a bright future for us, and in some ways I think reconnecting at all is/was a mistake. But I love him and care for him and so I am going to give it a try, in this new form, and see how it all works (or doesn't) work out.

(If anyone is wondering if I hide D from other people I meet, the answer is no, but I am also clear that he is not (and no longer) the central person in my emotional and sexual life.)

Heading for a threesome

2007-07-15T11:05:00.001-07:00

So I was out last night with a bevvy of friends and lovers, and everyone thought I looked really hot--it was a gratifying experience to recognize I was one of the hottest women at the party, and that men--and women--were attracted by my energy and how I look (not to mention my cleavage). That was fun.

But it was even more fun to see Terry, a friend who's always touchy-cuddly with me, and his wife Rhea, who I've known and liked for a year. They've always been people who give me this little sexual frisson--her cat-like eyes and greedy wide smile, his Buddha smile and (respectfully )lacivious eyes and hands.

After fun and cuddling, toward the end of the night, Terry snuggled up close to me. "I spoke with Rhea and we agreed to ask you 'What offer could we make to interest you in spending intimate time with me--with Rhea included?'"

I know my grin grew really wide as I laughed with delight. "Terry, you don't have to entice me--I have been thinking about the same thing--for a while! I am totally interested!" (I didn't mention at that moment that this would be my first threesome--but I bet they know it.)

"Yeah, Rhea and I were talking about it, and we thought that might be the case." He smiled and moved slightly against me. "Look how hard my cock is getting just thinking about it."

I laughed, we hugged and we discussed some of the logistics for later, aka when this might happen.

Later, right before I left for home, I went and hugged Rhea. "Your husband propositioned me," I said.

"Yes, I know, he asked me first."

"And I told him I was totally up for being with the two of you--that would be nice." (Much hugging and giggles.)

So I am going to get to have that threesome I wanted, with two people I like and trust, both of whom are no slouches in the sensuality department, and I think it's goin to be somewhere between mind-blowing and really fun.

Wow! (The thought crosses my mind this could also be anything from one time fun, to loving friendship to--hey!--a triad--but I am going to stay anchored in the present and just think about the first time...that's enough.

(And of course, the thought crosses my mind that if I get caught up with Magic, the promising Dom, these kinds of plays will either be forbidden (ugh) or would have to be kept secret (that's just not me)--so more to think about as I proceed down the course (life course, that is.)

5 fingers and Morgan

2007-07-14T15:58:00.000-07:00

The other part of the story is the five fingers Morgan puts inside me as he licks my clit, the way his teeth tug and his mouth kisses and the deep furrow his brow makes as he focuses on making me come and come.

The other part of the story is how he wasn't on the list, wasn't the one I was thinking about, but now I'm heading straight into what's going to be a classic choice between two lifestyles: a gender-bending poly slut and a really interesting but probably very possessive Dom.

But right now that's all far away, because it's me and Morgan on my bed, and it's Morgan's face down between my legs, and Morgan's teeth nibbling on his lips and his hand pushing so hard, filling me up in a way that makes me just want to burst, and then it's the two of us cuddling and talking and the happiness that fills my heart and the small smile at the corner of his mouth that makes me wonder if I should let myself love him.

Sucked

2007-07-14T13:34:00.000-07:00

His cock is long and thick, fleshy at the tip, and as he gets hard it seems to grow bigger and bigger, some exploding plastic dirigible of a dick.

I want to take it all into my mouth and feel the tip push against the back of my throat, I want him to shove inside until I drool and choke, and it's good he knows I want exactly that and that he reaches down and grabs a hold of my hair and presses his pelvis into my face, it's good he wraps a leg around my throat and throws his hips half over my body (after making sure I have a free hand to push him away if I need to breathe), and it's especially good when I feel him start to explode, his dick farther down my throat than anyone's ever been, the orgasm starting to build in a way that makes me just want to swallow him.

And then it's fireworks and rockets and a faintly bitter taste in my mouth and my drooling semen and his hips rocking as he comes and comes, away in another place now, and yet completely here with me, sucked off by my pussy mouth.

Ladies and gentleman meet Morgan, a very special new friend.

More on Magic

2007-07-12T22:17:00.000-07:00

Magic and I are exchanging emails about who we are and what we want that are tugging at my heart.

The through review he is giving the things I tell him, and the thought and honest communication he is giving me, are pulling me toward him and opening my heart.

It has been a long time, I recognize, since a man asked, or implied he wanted, the kind of scrupulous self-examination writing back and forth with Magic seems to entail; my sense is that if we talk long enough, we will peel ourselves back, like onions, right to the heart.

I have three men I am dealing with: my loving friend, a man I have not met yet but will see next week, and my friend/former lover D. Of all of them, Magic seems like someone who could go the deepest toward my heart, but I don't really know him well enough to be sure, and I'm not going to rush finding out.

Whatever happens, I feel like our interchange is honest and powerful and I appreciate his triggering that.

Sugasm #87

2007-07-11T20:23:00.000-07:00

Delayed--but still all good reads.

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10 phrases submissives love to hear

2007-07-11T19:58:00.000-07:00

Take off your blouse.
Show me your breasts.
Come here.
Suck my cock.
Deeper.
Bend over.
Give me your ass.
You are a slut.
Do you like that?
This is mine.

(Inspired by confessions of an english gentleman)

Man talk--and Magic

2007-07-11T19:44:00.001-07:00

So I am doing the more casual dating thing. It means less sex, and no BDSM, but it also means a chance to explore new opportunities without partners to alienate or consult.

There's Brian, the loving friend, who is coming over again this weekend, and D, my old partner, with whom I'm close--but in a completely different way--and then there's this man Magic, who I've just met, but who seems like he could be powerfully significant in my life--I hardly know him, but I'm highly intrigued by what I've learned to date, and have lots of vague impressions and questions.

Magic is kinky, a Dom, and into rope--and I suspect--discipline. Since I did not meet him through the local BDSM community, I have no idea how experienced he is, or how cruel, but my gut tell me his house has a dungeon--and I have this idea that he may also read (sex) blogs. We're at the stage where we're still figuring out the basic things--like could we enjoy having a conversation for more than 15 minutes--and how do our attitudes and values mesh (and we haven't even made it to sense of humor yet), and yet I suspect he is a passionate and demanding Master, and someone who is not casual about D/s at all.

Of course, the combination of someone I like in the vanilla world with someone with potentially well-developed and complimentary kinks is amazingly compelling--I can't wait to see what happens next (but I am guarding myself from rushing into anything too quickly.)

The funny part is, I know Magic is testing me--and I bet he is smart enough to know I know it. It's just these little things--clues, I'd day--but having been with a serious and experienced Dom once before, I recognize the focus and the energy in the questions.

On one hand, I am thrilled to have the chance to get to know him better--on the other, I'd have to be pretty smitten--and a great fit--to want to reengage deeply with someone who I suspect regards possession as 9/10ths of the law...after all, I still having made it to having a loving encounter with a couple, or any of that girl on girl stuff I once talked about exploring.

I am back..and back at it

2007-07-11T07:32:00.000-07:00

Like the new design? A great friend helped me out with it...it's like having a fabulous new dress--but one that won't wrinkle, stain or wear out. Thanks, dear!

All sorts of factors kept me away, but starting this week, I will be posting regularly...there's always lots to share.

Casual dating: a window opening, wide

2007-07-02T08:56:00.000-07:00

So spending the night with someone as a loving friend probably has its good points, but my date last night wasn't just nice, it sizzled!

Lots of great talk, food, walking (all things I like), more talk, hugs and kisses and more touch, and the...more touch after that.

And while size doesn't matter, the fact he had a pretty great and thick cock was a discovery I didn't expect..and that fact he stuck his finger in my butt as he massaged my g-spot, and that he had a wonderful, probing tongue....mnnnn....it was all good. As was the cuddling, the talk about sex and fantasies, the cuddling and..the cuddling.

This morning, we made love again and it was so nice and I felt so good about the connection.

And then he left and we agreed we'd want to see one another again, but didn't set a date--and a window into what more casual dating might look and feel like suddenly opened, wide.

Casual dating vs. Being a slut

2007-07-01T18:55:00.000-07:00

It's occurred to me recently, that while I've done my share of exploring with others, I basically haven't done well at all in the casual dating realm. Instead, I've jumped into intense relationships with a few men, and dismissed those who didn't fit the bill.

Now, as I try to keep more time for myself, and also meet someone who would be a great partner in numerous ways, I'm thinking some more casual dating--and casual sex--is the way to go. Why date one man when I can get to know a few and comparison shop? Now that I am basically, why not do all the things I've wanted to do--and try not to get too bogged down in the bargain?

Also, why don't I try to meet more men in the real world? Goodness knows, there's a lot of spicy activities out there--how about I try partaking in some of them?

In that spirit I am seeing a friend tonight who I've always liked...but have never thought of as boyfriend material, and I am relishing the idea I have no idea what is going to happen. Nice change, eh?

(Of course, I did change the sheets, just in case.)

Booty call

2007-06-26T22:41:00.000-07:00

It's late and I'm horny and I think about who I could call and wonder if it's worth the effort, but there's no one I know I want to come over, no one who could meet these needs, at least not with out my getting all emeshed again.

G--never.
D--no way.
A--that's over and I can't give in to going back.

And all the other men I've met in the past--if I didn't sleep with them the first time, why would I want to do it now?

Yeah, there just isn't anyone right now who could hit it right.

Hot banging sex...with my hand.

2007-06-26T22:21:00.000-07:00

Touch me and I shiver, kiss me and I melt.

It's late night after a date and I am in bed with myself, making love with my hand.

We kissed in the car and he put his hand on my throat, but he doesn't know I'm submissive and he's not going to find out; I'm not playing so fast anymore--I'm just running those scenes in my mind.

Slowly, I wet my pussy lips and put my hand down there. One finger rubs around my clit, the other strokes the moist skin and the short, curly hairs. I can feel the heat from my body and how I want it, how I want that man I no longer have, and how I'm going to give myself exactly what I want, a big, banging orgasm that will leave me panting.

Slowly and gently, I touch and rub, petting the hot button of love until the tension makes me want to scream. My mind's full of moments, flashes of men, real and imagined.

Alone in the bed, I ride my dreams, rocking hard until I come, until a soft whisper stands in for the scream I'd utter if someone were really here, until I'm so tired I can fall asleep.

I've been hurt

2007-06-23T23:14:00.000-07:00

So something happened to me that hasn't happened before: I've been hurt.

I met someone I wanted more with, who clearly doesn't want that with me.
And I'm crushing on this person and feeling rejected.

I suppose I'm lucky this is a first, but I feel sad I'm not going to get what I want, as in you can't always....

Talking to the hand

2007-06-20T06:24:00.001-07:00

It's me, alone in the big white bed, wanting to come and put myself to sleep.
It's me, touching those tender spots on my breasts, tracing the swell of a nipple, pinching the tips so tender, and hard.

My hand between my legs
My hand inside my cunt
My warm, wet flesh
That smell rising as I arch and come

My mind dreaming of you
of my collar
The man no longer with me
No longer here

It's been a month since we touched.

2007-06-17T19:13:00.000-07:00

Our mouths are like two hummingbirds seeking honey,
reaching deep to extract from the core.

Our hands like wings beating in the air,
only air is the warm skin we touch.

Drowning in feeling, we cannot get enough.
Holding one another so very close, we have to get beyond our touch
to a place where two souls can meet and hold fast, hold space

no matter what else might come.

for D.

Fire, I am burning

2007-06-15T20:29:00.000-07:00

His hip, curving, bone like a handle, thrown across my bed.
Hands, long and narrow, one twined tight around my neck, the other (almost) holding me down.
"I like putting my fingers in your cunt," he said. "I like holding you there."
And "I love biting your breasts, those big, sensitive nipples."
And I I mention how me moaned when I sucked his cock?
His pleasure when I took it deep in my mouth and licked the tender edge?

So good I could almost come

2007-06-15T07:21:00.001-07:00

He's not tall, slender, with long arms and legs, full lips that pout like a girl's.
His eye are brown, tender, but when we kiss, he holds my neck hard, like a dom.

"Would you take your shirt off?" he asks.
"Only if you take yours off, too," I respond." But, you know, I'm not going to sleep with you."

Soon we're in the bedroom and he's kissing my breast through the thin net of my bra, biting down on the nipples in a way that I know has to make his cock so hard.

"I'd like to touch your breasts," he says.
"Okay, " I say, "But you have to take your shirt off too."

And that's when I see it--the nipple ring--a slim silver slice bisecting the tiniest spot.
"Ohhhhh," I say, and bend to kiss it.

"Ohhh," he responds, deep in the back of his throat, and as we kiss and touch one another, I savor that he's so hot.

"Your breasts are incredible," he tells me. "I want to worship them."
"Go ahead," I murmur,.

When I feel his mouth on my nipple, hands squeezing and stroking the flesh, it's so good, I could almost come.

And then later, when we're naked, and his perfect cock is hard and big and the lube I squeezed out is all over my hands, I just want to make him come.

This man is pure poetry.

Manless

2007-06-13T20:48:00.000-07:00

Having ended it with both of my lovers, I have no guy.

This is the first time in quite a while there's no one, and I'm surprised at how much that isn't bothering me (of course, it's only been a few days.)

I don't feel ready to deal with anyone else, and I'm relishing the idea of additional time to myself, but I am also thinking that this might be a good time to revisit my vibrator stash and see if all the parts work. The moment is going to suddenly arrive, I know, where I'll want more than just being very good friends with my hand, and it's always smart to therefore be prepared.

(Of course, then there's the fact that when I touch myself, I think of someone I used to date and we're not together, and that makes me sad, and then that little orgasmic thrill goes away--at least until I force myself to change the channel in my head and rely on older, tried and true fantasties to get off.)

It would be interesting to set myself a no guy challenge, to take things really slow this time, and see what emerges in my psyche from resolving to be sexual--but solo.

Stay turned and you may find out.

So Andre and I have decided to part

2007-06-13T20:41:00.000-07:00

..and we're going to talk about what to do with this blog.
It was a huge thing for me to invite another person in, and now that that's happened, I am asking myself what the best next steps are.

Some ideas:
Continue to share blogging, even if we are not together (That seems too awkward and wierd.)
Continue blogging solo, as before.
Delete Andre's posts (his decision, really.)
Close down this blog and start a new one with another name, another URL.

I want to see what's most comfortable for Andre; I'm not sure yet what my preference is. Till this gets discussed and resolved, I'll keep posting here.

Sad news

2007-06-13T07:54:00.000-07:00

For reasons I'm not going to share, Andre and I have decided to part. We're figuring out what happens with the blog.

I like the little things Plum does for me

2007-06-10T14:36:00.000-07:00

I am amazed at how I respond to little things that Plum does for me. Nothing big, just the 'I picked these up for you' in a particular snack she'd thought I liked, or even 'I looked for those but didn't find them'. It truly is the thought that counts. Of course, I am sure I do the same, but it is so good to find reciprocation and validation. It creates a loving bond and allowss us to play at a high intensity.

We haven't had time to play much in the last week because of a late date, late night out, and an early rise. We awoke late because of too much snuggle time. I jumped out of bed, made coffee while Plum showered, and then out the door. Plum remarked 6 minutes start to out! Wow, I never knew a woman could do that. Of course, Plum isn't just a woman, she is much more complex.

I like it that way.

Icy

2007-06-07T22:08:00.000-07:00

This image makes me think of two of my favorite things--

cool ices in the summertime

--and sucking cock.

(flickr photo by chepuca)

Fur: Diane Arbus as submissive

2007-06-05T21:05:00.000-07:00

Watching Fur: A movie by Secretary directory Steve Shainberg about photographer Diane Arbus that's set in a fantasy realm, it's clear that the director--and perhaps star Nicole Kidman--imagined the wildly creative and original Arbus--from an upper middle class family--to actually be a highly repressed submissive with a unique way of seeing things.

The doll hospital..the city morgue..flophouses..the insane asylum--this movie's imaginary Arbus loves'em all, but she just really wants is a Daddy with a whip who will set her genius free.

It was so inviting.......

2007-06-05T16:11:00.000-07:00

Plum and I had a hot scene the other day. I tried out some new sensation toys on her cute round ass.

The riding crop and quirt(small horse whip) were purchased at the feed and farm supply store in town. I showed them to Plum last week and left them on her night stand. No doubt, Plum sanitized her room to make sure her virtue is left in tack as far as most of her friends know about us. Plum must cater to the ones who think that we are just an ordinary middle-aged couple who are in love. Of course, we often joke about how much the housekeeper knows, as we also suspect that the housekeeper has some skeletons in the attic also.

While deliciously torment some pink part of Plum, I told her to get the new toys out and kneel on the bed. Of course, the sight was delicious, a term I often use for Plum.

I began to gently test the toys, first the crop. It had a pad bigger than most. It was hard to say if bigger is better. I kind of like the precision of smaller, but the sound of bigger is intoxicating. The quirt was next. This is my first endeavor into a whip like toy. I loved the pink dashes that developed and how Plum jumped and gasped. She look so inviting. I love the unexpected in my play.

While caressing her reddened ass as a sort of break that might have been consider aftercare, I had an evil urge.

Being a visual person, Plums upturned ass and available pink rose bud were just too much for me to resist. I plunged a finger in quickly while I was massaging her g-spot. No preparation except being adequate lubed. Her reaction was immediate!

She managed a few seconds of enjoyment as I finger fucked her ass. So taboo, so naughty, so basic......... all of which contributed to an orgasm that flooded a towel and left her quivering and spent.

After she recovered and I washed up, we started to plan our next date. I vowed that this time it wouldn't be a finger, it would be me. We seldom play like that, but the intensity is up and no holes are barred, or it is bared????

Plum and I plan our next date

2007-06-05T11:18:00.000-07:00

Plum and I are changing things a little here. As I hoped we are turning things up a notch, but also have freed ourselves in other ways. When we left each other the other day, we began to plan our next date.

I found this delicious 3/16" orange rope which feels like a very strong dacron braid. No stretch, reasonably inexpensive at Ace Hardware. It caught my eye in a a display at the cash register. It called out to be wrapped around Plum's white skin. Get the EMT scissors out, this will be fun.

Usually our play is just a few taunts over the telephone or inan email before a date. I am not an over-planner. But, this time we agreed to be different. I also recently got some new toys.

While at the local feed and farm store, I picked a new riding crop and a quirt whip. Nothing too serious, but these are our favorite category of toys which we call pervertables. These are toys that have other intended uses that we can use for play. In this case, the price is probably 50% or less than the cost in a BDSM/Fetish store. I tried both in a light way the other day and got a good feeling for Plum's reaction.

So, we will add a bondage element here as well. I will bind Plum so she is pretty immobile. My scene envisions her to be pretty powerless to decide which part of her body I will use.

Plum is pretty flexible, so her grabbing her ankles, or rather not having a choice has possibilities, binding her breasts with the orange rope would put her in an dandy predictament. Then I would be free to take her anyway that I want. I like when bound breasts get so red. Pretty erotic, so primal......

After the light test with the new toys the other day, Plum said she wanted me to use them on her breasts. Yes, we are turning the heat up a little. Plum will get her wish.

The BDSM purists say that this is topping from the bottom, usually used in a derogatory manner. I just say that it is keeping my submissive happy. Time will tell us how happy she wants to be........ I intend to make her very happy.... always my intention! She will feel cherished as well, she will have no choice!

A most amazing night.........

2007-06-04T00:21:00.000-07:00

Plum and I have an amazing quality. Our deep relationship seems to be able to handle bumps in the road, change course a little. and emerge completely revived. We love each other so much.

We started the day by checking in about some issues that troubled us, mostly related to the direction of our relationship. Nothing new here from either of us. Me wanting more.... Plum's already alluded to them. After 30 minutes of heart-to-heart discussion, yes I teared several times. We've agreed that I will date others and that Plum will be my primary relationship. I love that excitement, but also have mixed feelings for my reasons why I am doing it. I know I have to be less analytical, because over-analyzing all of our differences here is driving us both nuts.

The surprise occurred after the get together. I went home with Plum and we made mad passionate love. The very best ever for me here. There was an intensity that was baffling. I couldn't get enough of her. Usually late at night after a full day, I am kind of lackluster. In this case, we rolled out the rockets and canons. We had the Theme from 1812 and the Theme from Rocky both playing at once. So deep. So juicy. So delicious. So sated.

We slept deeply and then awoke. Plum was first, and pattered around the house, read email. I slept like a baby and recovered well from the night before. She climbed back into bed to wake me in her own special way. There was little hesitation as I responded. No doubt existed in my mind that she wanted. Plum and I have rules. Number one is neither of us EVER say no. The morning was pretty lazy. We made love, played, and chatted for a few hours before breakfast. Plum probably came 20 something times. I came twice. She is a real cum slut. We drenched a couple of large bath towels and still soaked the bed. I tried our a new crop and a whip I bought at the local feed and farm supply store. I left some nice marks on her ass and promised that her luscious tits were next. No coffee was drunk, we were too busy with each other.

In the end, checking in was very good. No real changes except perhaps a further affirmation that I will date others. Plum and I re-iterated our positions that we mean more to each other, and other relationship are meant to be secondary We cleared the air and turned up the heat up a notch.

We split after planning the next date. I found some colorful orange rope. Soft nylon, about 5/32" and bound to look good against Plum's pure white skin. She will be bound and immobilized and I will use her as I see fit. I'm sure we'll tease and taunt each other for the next few days before our next date. No doubt here that it will be hot. Plum loves being restrained and then used for my pleasure. I take it over and over again!

She also knows that her total pleasure is my goal, and I seldom miss that mark. I certainly didn't miss that mark this afternoon as I tucked her into bed, fully used, took a shower and left her napping with a very content smile on her face, as well as a very well used body. So primal........ in love.

Loving Andre

2007-06-03T18:24:00.000-07:00

I've been seeing Andre now since January and the energy between us still thrills me.
On a sexual level, this man is such a good fit for me!
He's kinky and dominant, but also wholesome and communicative--one of the happy perverts.

There's an underlying question about where this relationship is headed--would we ever move into together, talk about marriage, etc?--but even with those open questions, I still thrill to his love and support right here in the present.

I guess you have to be submissive and a little bit of a maschoist to say I love the way he hurts me and have it mean something--especially since I am only into pain in small doses (which A gets).

Andre, you are amazing.

Plum makes me tingle

2007-05-31T15:04:00.000-07:00

Plum and I had a date last night. A very ordinary date, but I am always amazed at how we come together and have such great intensity. We've been together heading for six months now. Plum remarked this AM that we have seldom had an angry word for the other, and never an outright fight.

We don't always agree, but we each know the others position. We are equals in our relationship, but sexually we are Dominant and submissive. This usually works for us as Plum letting me use her in any way I want. I don't under-estimate that perhaps Plum likes the way I treat her and wants to be sexually used in the way I use her. Chemistry works in ways like this, and we both get what we want.

My favorite taunt for Plum is that I take orgasms from her. I love to please her and initially she'll have a couple of orgasms real quick. I don't stop playing her, and if she says stop, I will probably take her at least two more times. She loves her g-spot used roughly until she squirts. My biggest joy is to leave her in a sopping pool of pussy juices. I use two fingers and violently treat her as a rag doll.

She has never denied letting me take an orgasm, and I'd be surprised if she ever will. This is the most D/s element of of our relationship. Also, unlike other partners in the past, Plum has less opinions on how we play. While, some play may turn her on more or faster, we probably both know that she will get off and enjoy herself immensely. Our play usually ends in a cuddle puddle as Plum noted in a blog a few months back.

At the (safe and sensual sex) party.......... The Rest of the Story!

2007-05-29T00:05:00.000-07:00

Continued..........

While Plum, Terri, and I had let Marvin go first and get his wish, which Plum had choreographed as an elaborate breast rub. Plum was already spanked, my turn was next. With Terri and Plum so deliciously available, I decided to be somewhat outrageous.

Terri had caught my eye many times in the last few years and secretly played a leading role in my fantasies. An apt description of her would be bawdy, smart, high energy, and always up for a laugh. In a playful spirit, and fresh from being a co-spanker of Plum, I choose a spanking also.

A quick vote in our crowd might label me as a outrageous flirt, quick smiler, and a great guy, but never submissive. I was very turned on by the chance team of Plum and Terri. Marvin in his own diminutive way was just superficial in our little group at this point.

My getting spanked is of course, a rare event. I just passed a milestone birthday and Plum took my birthday spanking at a dungeon during a night of play. My self description is that I am a sensual dominant. I am not pompous about it and refuse to spell dominant with a capital D as some dominants prefer. I am not a He or Master either. There is no need for my submissive partner to genuflect in my presence. Plum does call me Master in play, a term she and I use to describe our roles in private and in play only.

This would not be an over the knee spanking for me. I laid flat in the floor because I would have never fit over Plum or Terri's knee or cross-legged like Plum had for me.

Marvin was a good sport, as he helped Plum and Terri with our groups second spanking. They wailed on me as hard as they could. It felt great, my ass turned pink then red as we all enjoyed ourselves at this unlikely turn of events. I am sure Marvin suffered from envy and dismay that he too could have been spanked by Plum and Terri. Being too eager took that chance away.

Terri took her turn last. The spirit of our group was in high gear. I was proud of Plum for offering her breasts for Marvin's pleasure. We all got to spank Plum and I. Terri , never to miss a good time, also chose a spanking.

I sat cross-legged on the floor and draped Terri over my knee. Her juicy ass raised high as I adjusted her pelvic area to rest on my knee in a classically enjoyable manner. I was amazed at how hard Plum spanked her right cheek as I toasted her left cheek. We both took care to rub and cherish the warmth that we gave her.

Our group ended with a group hug after each of us had gotten our fantasy played out with a little help from our friends.

Mindblowing, orgasmic sex--and then some

2007-05-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

He and I made love over and over again all night, our bodies pushing against one another so hard there was nothing we could do but continue to explode.

I came and came and came again as he shoved his thick fingers inside me, rubbing the g-spot like a drunk ready to stumble but metriclously fixated on the center of life.

And then I was sucking him, taking him so deep and so far back in my throat there was nothing I could do but gag.

"Do you want to get fucked? Are you ready?" he demanded, and there was nothing I could say but yes.

And then there was the moment he shoved his thick, hard cock inside me, shoving and straining against the boundaries of my skin, and the moment I felt him push harder and harder inside me, starting to gasp as the semen just poured right out of him, our bodies still coming even as the passion flowered and drained, the heat we'd shared moving us both along.

At the (safe and sensual sex) party

2007-05-28T22:39:00.000-07:00

So if you know me, you know that I can be both a flirt and a tease when I'm in the mood,which basically means I need to feel safe and have someone to go to work on. I had the perfect chance this weekend, when Andre and myself were at an afternoon party where much of the socializing happened in the nude (or near nude).

There's where a moment when Andre and I were sitting with Terri, a juicy little blonde woman about about age, and Marvin, a dumpy programmer type guy, and we agreed to take turn s satisfying each others' sexual fantasies (nice party, huh?).

So Marvin said he'd go first, and he lay down and said he'd like subtle, but sensual, even a little sexual touch(Marvin, IMHO, is waaay too timid most of the time). Great we said, and proceeded to give the boy some firm rubs and tugs--that is until I took my top off and amused myself by cuddling Marvin and basically rubbing my big round breasts all over his body!

"I was so proud when you rubbed your naked breasts on Marvin," Andre said later.

"I wanted to make his dreams come true," I laughed.

(The reality was that I was using my body to pay Marvin back for something he'd done almost a year ago, when, as we sat at a party together, he went into a detailed list of all the rules he and his partner had for dating others on the assumptionm I was interested in knowing all that--but without really checking in with me that that interest waas there (and it wasn't.)

Later in the party, when it was my turn to ask for something, I said I wanted to be spanked, and I enjoyed mightly getting put over Andre's (giant) knee, having my cute little thong be pulled down and then being spanked--hard--by Andrew and Terri--until I was wiggling from the deilcious, stimulating pain.

The weekend is at hand........

2007-05-24T22:25:00.001-07:00

As the weekend together comes near for Plum and I, and D and his other... I am filled with wonderment. I search for words here because I am not sure where this is all going. The initial invite occurred when I though we all were searching for a way to start a relationship that involved all four of us. That idea seems to have stagnated in the last weeks. Plum and I individually seem to want that, but does D and his other?

Although all four of us are not on board together here yet, one can wonder what the possibilities are. The bedroom accommodations are interesting. The master bedroom has two queen size beds. Of course, one is for Plum and I. D and his other have much smaller single beds in another room. It would be like jumping off a cliff, but what if we all shared the same bedroom? I think if it wasn't for a love aspect to this, it would work OK.

Several points come to mind; Maybe no one would have sex. Maybe each couple would have sex, but what would happen with D and Plum? Both D and Plum would get loved by his other and I. Would either D and Plum get jealous? Do they have a reason to get jealous? Aren't they the secondaries? Do secondaries get jealous? Should they get jealous? If they get jealous, are they disregarding their primary partners who are sleeping next to them? Are these thoughts good poly etiquette? Questions, questions, questions, but no answers.

After some quick thought, Plum and I quickly decided that this was too much too soon. It would be more comfortable for D and his other, but the downside risk was pretty bad, since we hadn't discussed this in advance. Maybe on the next weekend we are all together.

But still, my dream is that we all have a relationship. I'd love to be able to hang out with D and his other, together or separately. I'd like for his other to date me if D is out with Plum. It would make the secondaries get some cycle time instead of sitting home. I've known his other for a few years and have searched for signs of chemistry. Maybe this weekend will be finding the pot of gold.

Clothespinned in the Dungeon

2007-05-15T09:14:00.000-07:00

Do you know that moment when your Dom leans close and you can tell from his eyes it´s going to start to hurt?
Is there a second when he looks in your eyes and you know he knows you want this?
Welcome to my world, where pain is a kiss is pleasure and my lover is a man who know how to hurt me, but just not too much.

It´s Saturday, and the dungeon is filled with couples at play. The cries float over the walls, passion and pain, the hard thwack of a flogger and the snap of a whip, clear over the music.

We´re in that back room, Andre and I, and I´m back against the saw horse, hands held behind behind me in thick leather restraints, breasts jutting forward.

There´s rope on my breasts, rope around my ribs, a thick rope yoke holding me fast and I´m scared, cause I know what´s coming, but I want it, too, and there´s no blindfold to keep me safe, to protect me from what we´re about to do.

"Hold still," Andre says, and I smile at him, this beautiful man, as he takes a clothes pin out of the bag and carefully pinches a pale fold of flesh.

"Again,¨" he commands and I remain still and in place as he adds another to the same breast, and then more and more to that one, and more and more till the other, till I´ve got a halo of clothes pins attached to my flesh, a corolla of biting snappers that hurt like a bitch.

"Mmmn, nice," he says. "Move over so I can get a better look," but when I try to move past him the clothespins brush against his leg and it hurts so bad I scream with the pain, eyes tearing over.

"Tsk,tsk," he shakes his head. "So sad."

We stand together for a moment, gazing into the dim, crackled mirror: A big man and a small woman, one folded into the other, clothespins bristling like porcopine quills from her breasts.

"You know what´s going to happen when I take them off,¨he says.

And I nod, yes.

And then he´s plucking the monsters off my breast, each clothespin, one by one, and it hurts like a mother fucker, enough to see stars, but the rush of blood to the tender spot is so erotic, so hot, it´s a promise of all the pleasure to come, and that´s what keeps me standing.

"Ow! It hurts," I scream, but when it´s all over and there are only the angry red spots on my breasts, Andre takes me down onto the mattress and holds me in his arms.

"Shh, you were so good," he says, and I curl into him and we rest, loving partners in crime.

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2007-05-15T09:09:00.000-07:00

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It will be a weekend together

2007-05-13T11:22:00.000-07:00

Yes, the plans are complete. Plum and I, and D and his other partner will spend the weekend together......... Yeaaaaa.

It will be good for the four of us to get to know each other better as FOUR. Ends some of the mysteries. We can all have fun together. It will be a nice weekend.

Plans for a poly weekend.

2007-05-10T00:50:00.000-07:00

Plum and I had a conversation this evening about plans for an upcoming weekend. D, his other partner, Plum, and I are probably going to spend the weekend together. We haven't spent a whole weekend together yet. Plum seldom does with them either, and not within recent memory.

Plum and I would like to see an evolution in our poly relationship where we expand to include another couple. Our stated goal is to make the experience additive for all without having to always exclude one or more partners when one dates another. Sort of having it be something for everyone. This is a step closer.

I'll write the invite in the AM, tired now after a long day.

Andre's good with the whip

2007-05-08T07:47:00.000-07:00

We're in the dungeon, in a little back room down the hall that's hung with black lace and cracked, dim mirrors.

Andre looks down at me and smiles.

Yes, this is the place.

"Take your clothes off ," he tells me, and one by one the little pleated skirt, the studded black top, the demi-cut black laced bra, the high-cut fishnet stockings and the red and black suede pumps come off, till it's only me and the big O-ringed collar.

Naked, I look up at him and nod.

"Lean over the saddle," he says.

"Master, can I keep my shoes on?"

"Yes."

And I'm draping myself over the leather vaulting bench, ass in the air across from the mirror, my backside displayed for the pleasure of anyone walking past this quiet room, or coming down the hall to watch.

"It's my birthday this month, and you're going to take smacks for me," Andre says, "And if you make any mistakes when you count, I'm going to start over."

"Yes, Master," I respond.

(We've agreed that for this evening, I am going to follow new rules and address him as Master at all times, wait to be spoken to, and let him lead me..a shift from our more usual only in bed D/s dynamic.)

Ohh, he hits me hard! I can feel my ass redden as his big hands rail down.

"Six, thank you, Master....Seven, thank you Master...Eight..."

He's old enough it goes on and on, warming my butt so by the time we stop I know I'm pleasantly red, and so relaxed from the beating I'm open to any new thing.

Soon, the spanking is done and now my legs are spread and I'm bent over the saddle, getting flogged, the floggers and the twigs and the little cane-y thing sending me right into subspace.

Andre's good with the whip, a man who puts thought into his blows, who takes pleasure in the red strips railing down my legs, the pink reddening circle on my ass, the whip marks on my back.

There's a precise poetry in his hands, they get right into the rhythmn, taking me far and away, yet grounding me right here, blow after blow after blow.

Why is it that being hurt in this manner feels so good when someone I care for is wielding the whip?

Why do I crave this feeling of surrender?

Of giving myself over to be used and taken?

Over and over, as Andrew strikes, I feel the power inside myself of giving and letting go, the incredible sexual energy of surrender and it's a white heat of pleasure between us, lust and love and trust.

"Feel how hard I am," he whispers, and he leans over and presses against me and I feel his cock, hard and thick through his pants, grinding into the small of my back, my ass, my thighs, my legs.

Good, oh it's so good, I think, and smile, because I know we're not done.

To be continued...

We're ready for the play party!

2007-05-07T16:18:00.000-07:00

Plum and I were away for the weekend. It was a short trip, more utility and raw pleasure. A dichotomy of activities. We found we could travel together and enjoy ourselves and each other.

We tried to check into our hotel early, no go, they said the room wasn't ready because the hotel was sold out the night before. An unlikely story because that night would find a small parking lot pretty empty. Deciding to have lunch, we lulled away a few afternoon hours with a leisurely lunch at an outdoor sidewalk cafe in town. We watched the world go by with a comment about that man or that woman, some speculation about what their life was like. Maybe a dress too tight, cute guy, an unlikely couple, or maybe a cute dog. Light hearted, and easy going.

We found our hotel room to be ready when we went back. Of course, by now we were ready for a short nap after a nice lunch. To get to sleep we had a nice afternoon delight. The bed was just the right height for doggy-style. The difference in our heights make our home beds a bad height for comfortable rear-entry. We made a mental note to measure the height of this hotel bed, it was just right., but we quickly forgot about it in our post-coital bliss. Fully sated we dozed for an hour or two before the play-party that we had arranged to go to with a few local friends.

We found the local dungeon with a little bit of trouble. Dungeons don't usually have big signs in well traveled areas. Our friends were overjoyed to bring us into their world and be hosts to me and especially Plum. I was so proud to have her at my side. She wore a cute little black studded top and a short pleated black skirt that didn't hide much of her black thong or sexy fishnets with a built in garter-belt combo. Delicious.

Another world, another dimension

2007-05-07T16:09:00.000-07:00

It was Friday and the weekend was off to a fine start. Plum and I did some sensual play to start the weekend off.

This weekend was to be a little different than most. Plum was going to spend all weekend with me. Plum and I decidedly wanted to switch speeds a little bit. Friday started off with some tender play, we wanted to have an early night because we had to get up early the next morning.

We had also talked a few times about one area we hadn't explored yet..... anal sex. It wasn't quite that neither of us hadn't tried it with other partners. Rather, it was a different energy, no toys needed, and a use for the trust and power-exchange energy we had built and stored up.

We don't duck big issues, so it wasn't a secret that both of us were interested. No one needed to coax the other. In our typical D/s roles, I think Plum was wanting to give herself to me in this manner, and I was wanting to take her. It was a tender act. So we went slow.

Plenty of foreplay and warm up. I love the snap of latex gloves for hands.... seems to set the mood. We started out with all of the tender foreplay. I full agree with the adage that if it hurts, you're doing something wrong. I placed her ass up in one of my favorite positions. She looked so beautiful in the candle light. So submissive, so playful, so taunting. So haunting.

I gently eased into her with my forefinger. not too much hesitation. I love to take her by surprise. I want her to wonder how deep I will go.

I massaged her in all directions. I paid a lot of attention to massaging her g-spot from inside her nether hole.

Finally I was ready for ME. My cock was hard as a rock. I let Plum play with it, bring it to life, and lube my shaft. She treated it so reverently. It grew to full size and began to throb. I was ready.

Back in spoon position, I let her guide me in. Slowly, I pushed and rested. I knew she needed to stretch to accommodate me. I eased in up to my balls, she had taken me all of the way.

I began to slowly fuck her. I eased out and in very slowly. No pain, but I didn't want to slip out and jeopardize Plum by re-entering her vagina. Playing safely is a goal of ours. My climax was beautiful, it lasted so long, so tender, and so loving.

Our love gets deeper all of the time..............

Looking to La Weekend

2007-05-03T20:48:00.000-07:00

I've been in a dungeon once and tied to a cross two times, once at a friend's house and once at a club.

This weekend we're planning to join friends at their BDSM club and I'm imagining myself as restrained, tied up, teased, flogged.

When you're submissive, the fantasy of letting go, of being objectified and controlled by someone you love in a public or semi-public scene, is so delicious, so gratifying--and so far, in my limited experience--it's just as good when it happens--at least with Andre.

Sharing and sharing

2007-05-03T20:44:00.000-07:00

Inviting another person, even a close lover, into this blog has changed it for me. I like the intimacy and random energy of another voice, another point of view, particularly someone with whom I am as close as Andre.

But sharing with Andre makes me self-conscious about writing about D. Makes me think about how Andre will feel about my posts. Makes me wonder whether to keep my fantasies going, or shape them to my new man.

It's that very tension that appeals to me, that dynamic of walking an edge I find so interesting, but in the end, the only thing left is to be as truthful and as caring as possible, to recognize that in the end no one can control another and what we say and do and think belongs, ultimately, only to us.

I liked this quote

2007-05-01T07:46:00.000-07:00

Ain't it the truth: "No amount of chains, leather, contracts or duty can bind two people more than mutual affection."

Andre's been shaved before.......

2007-04-29T17:01:00.000-07:00

Plum doesn't know this, but I had also shaved my pubes for a while.

I was dating a woman who didn't like hair. This was pretty funny since my middle name is Werewolf.

When I met M, a sub, she announced that she didn't like any facial hair. Being the pleaser that I am, I shaved my beard. Yes, I was curious about being clean shaved. My beard was with me about 25 years, most friends had never seen me without. I scarcely remembered myself without it. Of course, I did get some concessions from my sub in return for shaving!

It's funny, when I shaved it off, some liked it, some didn't. Most thought I looked younger.

The rest of the story is that, it wasn't only the beard that went. M didn't like the pubes au naturale either. She shaved me as service to me. I found it rather erotic to have a sub shave me. I liked the attention and the frequent quality control checks. It was a whole new sensation. Of course, M was always shaved smooth, and I loved doing quality control checks on her!

Now, Plum didn't know this. She had seen pictures of me without my beard. She probably wouldn't be surprised about the shaved pubes, now she understands a little bit more about why I don't wear underwear........

I love the idea that Plum is shaved. So child-like, so playful, so mine!

Stripped, waxed

2007-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:00

The room's white, kinda dingy, and the women has me take off my bottoms and put on a Made in China a g-string that's made out of the same gauze as tea bags before I lie down on the table.

The wax is hot, thick, sticky, and she's as efficient as ever as she strips the hair off my legs.

Soon, we're down to the pink bits, my pussy and ass and she's going to strip me almost bare.

"Close, not a Brazilian," is what I've said, but she's heard Brazilian, I realize, and my trimmed hair is going down this time, wax and polish almost all the way, with just a little landing strip.

God, it hurts like a mother-fucker, I don't care what any one says; she's ripping hair out by the roots that's been left intact for most of my years and I imagine myself as smooth as a billiard ball, shiny, polished and--sore.

The pain's a little erotic, as is her hand on my ass, but it's more fun to imagine what Andre might say when he sees the (missing) muff and to wonder if I now have a part of my body that looks girlish enough to play games with--or if I'll just decide to skip the higher maintance and let the fur grow out.

A little pained and a lot proud!

2007-04-23T23:14:00.001-07:00

Plum hurriedly wrote her post last night as I was still digesting the weekend. I felt more than happy to be at the Girl's b-day with Plum, who is so admired. I was ecstatic. I was very happy that she in the last few lines of her post that she acknowledged a little balance of her joy of admiration when she said she was pained by some of the attention… a sign of an Ethical Slut?

But, I was let down because there were women who were poly and openly inviting and encouraging to other men, while they were not interested in me. I was feeling left out and a little like the last one picked for the ball team.

We spent the drive home reconciling our alternately feeling of euphoria and sadness. An interesting dichotomy developed as we drove. I didn't see Plum as pained about being uncomfortable while we were at the party. But, she said she was on the way home? Nor did I see her fend off any advances with a rebuke.

In fact, at the party when I later said that I didn’t think it was my place to speak up when X came over, sat down next on the other side of Plum, and asked HER for a date in front of me when Plum and I were chatting alone on a break; Plum said she was furious that I put the burden on her to speak up. I feel it would be tactless to answer for her when he sat next to her and asked her for a date. I left them alone and headed for a potty break. I was never seriously worried about her position with me either, and was much more saddened by the lack of attention I received. Maybe all feel this at one time or another. Is this jealousy? I was proud of Plum, but feel a little sad that she could write so glowingly of something that was sensitive to me. Would a different degree of success have buoyed my spirits, even if I didn’t revel in it. If the tables were reversed would I glow in my success while Plum simmered, or would she not simmer?

Me: a nice guy who is never as crass as many who approached Plum. Should one throw it out there literally, and maybe someone will bite? Is this method a winner in this social environment? Do nice guys finish last? Am I too new for this group to be recognized? I knew many from a few years ago in another lifetime. Maybe a little of all of these…………… ?

Am I too thin skinned, take it too personally, or is being poly and enjoying this lifestyle more painful than I want sometimes? Do other times make it worth it? I still think so.....

For all that think this might not have been said by me in the ride home yesterday, I re-iterate that it was! In no way, do I think Plum meant to hurt me, but yes, to being insensitive. Perhaps she could have waited more than a couple of hours after getting home. I still love her.

Radiant energy and being hit on

2007-04-22T22:03:00.000-07:00

At Girl's birthday party today, several sex-positive friends of the lucky woman and her men(two) expressed interest in moi.

"Plum, would you like the go on a date with me?"(Long-married, poly father of two, husband to major local pain-slut.

"Uh, Plum, how'd you like to spend the night with me tonight? Are you free?" (Another married guy, also poly.)

"Fair lady, I'd like to get my hands on you and show you what D/s really is." (Dom at the party).

"Wow, you have a great ass!" Do you kiss girls?" (A fellow submissive, also poly.)

Besides this crew, there were at least 5 other people who told me I looked great, described how hot they thought I was, or asked if they could fondle me (and of course I said yes.)

One of the guys walked right up to me and Andre, interrupted our conversation, and asked me out. Another came over and sat down without without checking if he was welcome right then.

And then there was the guy who wanted to tell me all his safe sex rules--as if I was going to let him have me (Unlike the rest the folks at this fairly close community, he and I had never even met).

I left the party feeling great that I was so desirable to people, but newly aware what a pain sexual attraction and attention can be--some of these guys were like bees and a flower, or dogs around a bitch in heat, and I swear to God, it t'weren't anything I wuz doin'.

Update: Andre said I might have been insensitive by posting this so quickly after we talked, without really warning him, and on reflection, this sometimes-defensive woman thinks he might have been right.
I am sorry, sweetie. I''ll move less quickly and check in with you next time.

Words for love: The cuddle puddle and then some

2007-04-20T06:45:00.000-07:00

After almost four months together, Andre and I are getting those phrases couples use as their own language, the shorthand of connection.

Cuddle puddle is the holding time after we made love (and after I've squirted all ove and dampened at least one big towel)
Pussy mouth is the way I position my head beside his cock as we lie on the bed and suck him deep throat as he pumps hard into my mouth
A good licking means mind-blowing oral sex, the full treatment, till I come and come
Do you want to get fucked? means I want to come inside you
Hurt me a little means bite my nipples or spank my pussy

And Please, well, please means the universe is exploding, kinda.

Do you have phrases you use with a partner for love and or sex activities?

What are they?

He Said, She Said, She Loves It

2007-04-19T00:07:00.000-07:00

Plum gave her side of being pinned down, here is mine!

The mood is set by four candles eerily lighting Plum's bedroom.

I make Plum start out in my favorite position, head down and ass up on the bed. Plum already knows where this is going because I have tripled folded a large bath towel to place under her. My left hand caresses her plump and ripe breasts, and my right hand begins rubbing her glistening wobbly bits that are lite from the candles on the top of the dresser at the foot of her bed.

I realize that these candles are of the larger variety and I have good visibility just about level with the her pink pussy lips. I like to tease and pull her beautiful lips. I marvel at making them into a butterfly. I expose her clit. I love to make her squirm. I don't talk much as I grow more incessant in my examination. I get buried in my work sometimes..... more literally this time than most.

I love that first moaned 'ahhhh' as I enter her. The little gasp as I enter her quickly makes my heart flutter. I withdraw so I can set it up again. I caress her some more until I spend more time inside her than outside.

I give her wet pussy a pretty good workout with 3 and then 4 fingers. I know that Plum likes to feel filled. I go back to 2 fingers and do a little dance on her clit. I build and back off a number of times. Plum comes hard as I let her go. I like controlling her. The next will be quicker. As usual I love to squeeze a bunch of orgasms from her. I view myself as taking them from her. The fact that she gives them up freely is of little consequence after the first 5-7. I am in control and she knows it.

As the orgasms slow down, I brink out the ultimate weapon. I leave her breast and use my free hand to spank her. I am not gentle with her. I want her to be surprised. We're past the point of knowing whether I am out of control, so I just wail on her. She comes back to life and is good for 3 or 4 more cums. This is when she squirts the most. She is completely mine at this point.

I keep taking her hard until she collapses on the bed in a spasming heap of cunt meat. She is very much worn out after having yielded her body and soul to me.

I feel like I have just come hard myself. I'll recover quickly and give her a good fucking. I pin her to the bed by massaging her g-spot by pressing decidedly downwards as though I am making sure her clit is making firm contact with the bed sheet. She can not summon the energy to raise herself off the bed. I take one more orgasm as a victory lap. She is mine.

I say 'wow' out loud as I realize that she has now yielded completely to my will. Only two fingers deftly massaging her g-spot, keep her right where I want her. We have each give the other our most precious gift, our my private act that drives our souls.

Held down and rubbed, hard

2007-04-18T21:23:00.000-07:00

"On your hands and knees," Andre says, and I get up on the bed in that classic naked slut position, ass in the air.

I can look in the mirror as he shoves his hand inside me, holding me flat with one hand, while rubbing me with the other.

"Oh, oh, oh." I always say the same thing, moan from the back of my throat the same way, feel the same amazing excitement as he teases my g-spot over and over, fingering my ever-wettening cunt till I'm begging for him to press the joyspot buzzer and help me see stars.

"Do you want it? Do you want to get fucked?" he asks, and I say 'Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me with your hand, hard," and when he does it's magic all over again, a series of crescendos as I come and come and come, only this time he's holding me down so I can barely move.

That sense of being restrained, of being held down and controlled is so exciting, so hot,that by the time Andre is done, I'm just so stoned, so sexually thrilled and muddled.

We hug and kiss and cuddle, and I doze against his broad chest.

And then, after a while, he looks at me with those green wolf eyes. "I think you need another one," he says. "I definitely think you can come again."

And then, he makes sure I do. And it's so good this time, it's better than ever.

Fleshbot, Jane's Guide and Viviane's Sex Carnival

2007-04-16T23:25:00.000-07:00

This blog's been listed in the Jane's Guide directory under BDSM submissives and recommended as "A blog not to be missed." (Which makes me feel great.)

Plus, we made Fleshbot and Viviane's Sex Carnival.

Thanks, perverts.

A pleasant surprise

2007-04-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

Plum just called to schedule a date and chit-chat. I have to head for Plum's house now(in the middle of the day) while Plum is at work to pick up a forgotten camera. I'd do it later, but must come home to finish my taxes and mail them tomorrow. We set a date for tomorrow night, dinner and a promised spanking.

It was good to talk without a goal in mind. I worry sometimes that we spend a lot of time discussing things, and little time resolving things. Also, sometimes a discussion leads to opening a wound that perhaps was better off left to heal some more or ignored. Of course, the flip side is the wound could become infected if not treated. Life gives us lots of wounds and even infections can be treated.

No magic answers here.......

Am I the one? Is it too soon to know?

2007-04-15T23:07:00.000-07:00

Plum didn't show her talk post as mentioned. I found it after we had the talk this afternoon. Nothing surprising here, guilty as charged. I am now very much aware that it takes a while for me to fully recover. Perhaps there is a transition time for Plum as well. My heart connection is on a roller-coaster.

I've more or less accepted Plum's interests in D till now. It was easier before when we were not as close as now. It was easier while I dated someone else until two months ago. I also had a F-Buddy who I gave up seeing because I wanted to concentrate on Plum and simplify my feelings. I see D as her backup plan, a safe security blanket that has been washed many times and very worn. I'll let Plum speak of her feelings and me of mine.

When we first dated, Plum was a secondary relationship for me. A few weeks after we started dating, in a discussion much lighter than the one we had yesterday and this AM, I mentioned something that was to set our course in another direction. A kitchen talk had me talking in a manner that Plum was a secondary relationship for me...... WHOOPS!

Plum wanted a me as a primary. I was newly dating Miss Sharp Pen who I met at the same time as Plum four months ago. Plum already had a relationship with D. We both finessed our positions a little in the talk and we changed our relationship course somewhat. At about the same time, Miss Sharp Pen wrote an email missive about a relatively silly issue that started a hurtful fight between her and I us that gave me the notion that Miss SP was not a long-runner in my life.

Plum switched places rapidly in my life hierarchical order of love in my mind. She talked constantly of a future and about our short range dreams. Eventually a month later Miss Sharp Pen gave me a 100% or nothing ultimatum. This was a bold power-play that she lost. Plum is now my sole love. I would not seek another secondary for the time being. Plum and I are a much better fit and I am hard pressed to imagine how it could get much better.

Plum and I in the meantime got a lot more serious. Plum's affections were clearly toward me, but she was still seeing D , sometimes sharing parts of weekends like last weekend. I knew that they would spend Friday night together and I would join them for an event on Saturday during the day as a way to ease his pain about being less important. A minor strain that was easier for me to agree to earlier in the weekend, but when faced with Friday night alone, Plum could see I was in a funk when she called to say hello while she was on her date with D and telling me they were watching a movie. I think she was trying to be nice, but I was home doing nothing and missing her. The next day event went OK, we had a good time, but Plum got a rare headache and we scurried home hastily a little earlier than planned. I spent the rest of the weekend with Plum and D went home to his house. Plum and my recovery was great.

As a trial and as a expression of a committment Plum and I spent two extra nights together on Monday and Tuesday. We want to get beyond dating and spend more time living together. All went very well. I purchased new eyeglasses at a shop near Plum's house. Plum helped me pick out the frames. They said that they would be ready on Thursday or Friday, I asked for Thursday because I could be with Plum Thursday night and pick them up

Plum later announced to me that Thursday night wasn't good because she made a date with D for that night, he would be staying overnight. This was a miss-step that left me hurt and wondering. Not that I had any claim to Plum's sole affection, but that there were no plans earlier in the week when we discussed spending more time together and then one was made. I drove a two hour trip on Thursday to pick up my glasses without seeing Plum.

This past weekend made up for my discomfort, but I am left wondering why it is going this way. Is it nights I spend alone, it is the nights that I could have spent with Plum, or am I smothering her? I am questioning polyamory and I think Plum is also. So much sizzle, but so much chance of crashing. For now I wouldn't date anyone else. We are committed to each other........... time will tell what happens.

Night time. At Andre's.

2007-04-14T23:05:00.000-07:00

You can tell we're passing from the courtship stage to the couples stage, at least in part, because we've agreed to put our laptops on the kitchen table and geek out for a bit--i.e., blog.

We've spent part of the day talking about some serious stuff, part of the day making love, and part of the day out with an old friend, exploring--and showing off--the area.

In bed this morning, it was so good when we made love, but I felt like the shadow of our talk was on us; for all the passion we each showed, it struck me that we didn't look at one another as much as we usually do. I thought that was because we'd been talking about where our relationhship was going, about whether the levels of committment and intimacy were moving forward and there were some issues we identified where we didn't quite agree and it made us, except for the end, turn away from one another a little bit.

Issues, for example, like my relationship with the already attached to someone else D.
And how that relationship makes Andre feel on the nights he's home alone.
And issues like my own fears about how fast things are going and my fears of letting go of D, and my confusion about whether keeping a relationship as constrained as that one is silly and would I be better off to just to to keep D as a friend.

So now we're sitting beside one another at the kitchen table and Andre is writing email and I am writing this and in a few minutes I am going to say I wrote this and suggest he read it before I make it go live.

And that's the other reason I wanted to open this blog to Andre--because I knew, blogging together would become another way to share and open a dialogue with him, a way to guarantee we know and talk about all the deepest thoughts we have the courage, at least, to blog.

It's going to be interesting to add this extra--and perhaps somewhat artificial layer--to how we connect, but it's also, I hope, another way to share--and to talk.

Part 2 - Plum's First Public Scene, a ripening

2007-04-13T13:44:00.000-07:00

Plum is being used in her first public scene. She's chained to the Saint Andrews cross in the basement of a public dungeon, arms held high, naked, vulnerable, so giving, so open, and so deliciously lovely and juicy.

Her ass is reddened, I turn her around, I've had enough of her backside. I love her breasts, they are so pert. Her nipples are large and very red. They are so suckable, and begging to be taunted. I love breast torture, and am spurred on when she reminds me that they seem to be hard-wired to her clit. It stirs my cock as I remember her standing there.

I take a flogger and lightly begin a sensuous stroke. Not too hard at first, I want her to savor it, and embrace the play. I start with a furry flogger to bring her up slowly. I switch floggers as she hungrily dances. Our play is interactive. We joke and taunt each other. I tell to stick it out, she laughs and does the reverse.

Some Doms have to be in complete control and wouldn't tolerate her behavior. I just take it as a flirty plea for more. I am much bigger than Plum and enjoy knowing that she could never win our little game and I know her submission is her gift that she will ultimately offer.

I take my riding crop and now work over each breast. The pink wobbly bits are the last to succumb to my will. I enjoy seeing her wince and jump. I bring her up quickly, keep her on edge, and make her walk that thin line between pleasure and pain. I enjoy it as the line gets blurred. I relish it when she can not tell the difference. It is a space we both can enjoy.