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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Moving On

The Cammies have moved. We now have our own space, and we decided to start with a heartfelt message and picture of us together for once.
Come on over and visit, stay, subscribe, and enjoy!
This will be the last post on this website. Thank you for your support!

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Contrasting Perspectives 1

Having introduced a threesome recently into our relationship, I immediately asked for their write-ups and perspectives so that I could compare opinions. This is the first quarter of the story pieced together:

The characters' perspectives:
Cammies, Lover, Friend

***Cammies: Exhausted from partying at strip club the night before with just two hours sleep, I warned my friend, when he expressed the desire to drink with my lover, that he had until a certain time and then I was going to bed. Lover couldn't be partying with us the night before due to work.

Fighting off a migraine, which is rarely suffered, wasn't helping matters in staying up. Yes, I wanted lover to drink and have fun with us, but I wanted sleep a little bit more that night.

A pain and migraine pill were my poison of choice that night, hoping it would dull my thunderous head to tolerable. The men drank hard liquor, and immediately in large quantities. Friend, in knowing my time constraints, pushed lover to drink faster, as if we could squeeze a whole night of fun into just a few hours.  We played cards, and then relaxed on the couch.

Time was up, but I looked at the men and neither one seemed inclined to move. They were relaxed and talking and drinking. I still wanted bed, selfishly still wanted sex, so I straddled my lover and kissed him.

It never ceases to amaze me how the world slows and dissolves from just a deep kiss. My head was silent for once that day (or was it the finally the medicine doing a phenomenal job?).

The friend was sitting next to us on the couch, and he remarked that lover should grab my ass and pull me in deeper to the embrace, to which lover did. I was amused by the instructions. I moved to lover's neck, my head unhappy with the movement and briefly opening eyes. Friend gave further instructions, and next thing I felt were nails being raked up my thigh, eliciting a moan from me. I pulled lover's shirt off, caught up in my own passion, and began kissing his chest.

My own shirt quickly disappeared, as did friend's. Making out with lover, with friend's hands occasionally on us, or his voice directing, intrigued me. Like Alice curious - I wanted to follow the rabbit down the hole and see where it went.

I suggested, finally, going to bed. Friend stated that he was going to the guest room to get a few things and would meet us there, pausing to ask: "is that okay?"

I looked at lover, who looked back at me, and I'm sure we had the same questions of: where is this going, and was the other person comfortable with this. This was new territory to our relationship, and new elements we usually discussed at length before pursuing.

I shrugged, and he must've given a positive consent as friend went into room. He grabbed me in a hug and whispered, "what are we doing?" His tone was negative, and that puzzled me in my foggy brain.

"I don't know. We can always say stop or no later," I whispered back, trying to lead him to the bed, still curious about this journey.

"Okay, but no sex." He followed behind.

***Friend: My drink was strong, I could taste the alcohol starting from my lips all the way down to center of my core. Feeling more at ease to let the night progress to brand new, fulfilling experiences. It was already late when all three of us finally sat down together. I could feel the sexual tension building up, to what turned out to be a night that would open our eyes, and see world in a whole new yet very pleasurable way.

I could not hold the urge in much longer. I wanted to feel her body against mine, feel the heat radiate off her smooth silk-like skin. As I looked into her eyes, it was almost instant, that she could sense the same urge. However, I was afraid that she would not make the first move, and wondering if this was going to progress into anything more than a blue balls night. With less than a blink of eye, she stormed his body like hot, soapy water attacks the stains of a sauce pan. All I could do at first was sit back and watch, letting them tear into each other with their mouths, waiting for my moment to take action. I found my opportunity - it started simply moving his hands around her body, guiding them to touch her amazing body, giving it the attention that it deserves.

***Lover: I felt taken advantage of, pretty much the entire time. I get home for work and he immediately thrusts a drink into my hands, encouraging me to drink more, or faster, or get another. She immediately was on me, kissing and touching me. I didn't know that she had medicated herself, just knew that she wasn't drinking and clearly the sober one.

She was undoubtedly okay with this. Did they have the whole thing planned? It was awkward at first when he took my hands and moved them to parts of her body on the couch. I knew what she enjoyed, but it was good when she liked some other things that he said.

When he went to his room, I looked down and asked what we were doing, what was going on. I didn't know our limits, I didn't know if she was okay with this, where she wanted it to go.

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Monday, September 2, 2013

I won!

I received my trophy and a lovely written note from the admirable GirlontheNet
for my contribution to "Describe your Orgasm". 
Having never won anything, I'm quite pleased with myself and ecstatic over the honor. 


M's monthly: To be honest, this summer has been a little chaotic and so full of activities and exploration, it's been a challenge to read. However, two postings still stand out in my mind.

From the simple moments enjoyed, to the journey to each other, so beautiful.
"unto a canvas  
         my hands curl towards you, like vines" A Sweet Lust: Us, the puzzle

I had some crazy dreams while ovulating one night. Woke up wet repeatedly, disappointed that it was only dreams. AFirmHandsoftheHeart published this a day after, and I couldn't have more connection to it at the time:  afirmhandsoftheart: Another Day

Oh, and sis and I took photos together for a very special cause. Yeah, can't wait for that.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The things no one tells you...

I'm pretty experienced. I've always loved to experiment and I've been through it all, almost. Anything I haven't done though, is usually covered by other bloggers, just waiting for my inquiring mind. This is great because it gives you confidence going into it...

But it seems, there's always some things people never talk about.... the "not as pretty" realities of sex.

First thing no one told me:

The delayed downpour:
So just got done with a steamy romp with a partner you trust enough to be condom free huh? Being handed a towel to clean up is awesome and courteous and a quick wipe down and you're good...
But then you STAND up. About 15 seconds later the flood comes and you're waddling as quickly as 
you can to the ladies, hoping it doesn't reach your ankles before you get there.

Lesson number 2: no, you AREN'T a gymnast.
Think the kamasutra has nothing on you, huh? Sure, you can get into all of those positions with ease...
Ever think to stretch first? I've learned now if I want crazy sex I need to sneak away to stretch first after a harrowing incident in which my hip popped out and I had to punch my partner to get him off because the pain was blinding.
Moral: limber up.

Lesson 3: what control?
As seen in my anal trilogy, you think you have things under control and then you take the dick out and WHAM, one deep breath and you're paying gas. See your muscles get stretched out and your iron control is non-existent.

Lesson 4: cum farts?
Yeah. Those are a thing. I know, gross, right? No one talks about those. You dabble in the world of anal and think you're a rock star... then someone cums in your ass and you think you've cleaned up...
Until an hour later, when no one is home and you have to fart. It's not pretty. It's awful to think of, but I think it's worse to have it unexpectedly happen to you.

Lesson 5: fishing in the dark
So you just got done with your sexy romp. You're both sweaty, sated, and enjoying those last few moments connected. But don't wait too long! As his body goes back to normal, your body might decide to keep a rubbery memento... once the condom gets stuck inside the game of paper, rock, scissors over who has to fish out the party favor is always awkward!
Sex is awesome, but there are some awkward, messy, weird and crazy things that go along with it. 

Comment and tell me some of your pro tips.

Also, see who is talking dirty, and probably more of the pleasant kind...
Wicked Wednesday... be inspired & share...

Thursday, August 22, 2013

From Inside

I find you irresistible,
even through the blur of my tears
A dark shadow of a man
whose hands bruise
whose lips heal
my thoughts, my passion, my body
You read me
my short breaths
my long moans
clenched muscles
You provide pain and pleasure
fulfill a dream
a fantasy
whispered secrets
Touch my skin, mark me yours
with your cock
daring tongue
Test my limits, find my walls
From the inside

Monday, August 19, 2013

TMI: Men ask

1. Advizor:
I once overheard in a bathroom, “There is nothing as over-rated as sex or under-rated as a good bowel movement.” Discuss.

■Like Beck said: "clearly this person isn’t having the same sex as I am." Though with age, or meds, or heavily constipated, I'm sure that a good bowel movement would be pleasurable and relieving, just not nearly as much as sex - depending on their sex life and necessity of such bodily function.

2. the late phoenix:
Friendship lasts longer than cumming. which of your online friends that you’ve never met would you like to meet in real life? which do you think you could become life-long REAL friends with? Actual friends, like going out to coffee and movies with, gossiping with, kissing on the forehead, hugging, loving.

■There are so many people! Gaming I just met two over the summer, and one certainly fits the bill with the above. For bloggers, I can't wait to meet to Molly and her husband, Curvaceous Dee seems like she'd be amazing fun, and especially JohnDStories because both of us sisters are madly in love with him.

3. John D Stories:
In a parallel universe, who out of your blog or Twitter followers would you most like to spend a steamy evening with? What would you do? Why them?

■Such a difficult question to narrow to just one, so I'll go with the first man who made me want to straddle him from an image on SinfulSunday, Through the Lens

4. Virtual Sin:
(multi-part question)
a. What method of stimulation (intercourse, oral, manual, toy, whatever) gives you the strongest orgasm?
■Though his fingers will hit the gspot consistently and make me squirt, it is still intercourse that gives me the longest and strongest orgasms.

b. With what method of stimulation do you get the most orgasms?
■Would still be intercourse, again, a close second to his fingers.

c. If the answer to a is different from the answer to b, what’s wrong with your life?
■Orgasms are amazing, regardless.

5. Jon Pressick:
Would you rather have a life where you only had sex once a year for 2 minutes or where you have to have sex, every day for a minimum of 2 hours?

■The first one hardly even seems an acceptable answer. How is this even comparable?! I would love the second option.

Is there anyone on your partner’s side of the family you find hot? If you could hook up with them without anyone finding out (ever!) would you?

■Don't find anyone hot in his family, though he thought I'd find his sister hot.

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Saturday, August 17, 2013


Come be sinful with me...

Sinful Sunday

Elust 49

cheekyminx Photo courtesy of Love Hate Sex Cake
Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #50? Start with the newly updated rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A pill for that?
When I Get Annoyed, Shit Happens.
The Dildo Wars- Dildology & Doc Johnson

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Sense, Sensibility and Censorship
Triggers, Asses and Subby Places.
~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~
There is no Freedom Without Risk
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Decisions, Decisions....
Voyeurism Rant About Blogger/WordPress & Host

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Beautiful Rope Work - Easier than you think
Kinky Assumptions
As I promised...a singletail video!
Chronic Fatigue and BDSM
NSA BDSM: Failure and Success
Supporting your dominant's dominance
How to Get Your Boyfriend to Spank You

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Rabbit Vibrators: How to measure for fitting
Acting! Thank You!
TItty Fucking
What's Wrong With Sexy Scientists?

Erotic Non-Fiction

Keep Me Nasty
No Safewords
Being on the Ropes
The Lead Up
My Birthday Spankings#BirthdaySpankingsforRei
More Like An Earthquake
Stag at a sex party
A Fan of Fans
Let the rain come
Gangbang Club
The Polka-Dot Dress
Dinner for Two

Erotic Fiction

The (Not So) Innocent
Master's Bad Day
When She Comes
Summer Storm
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Seven
Eight Ball
A Hole in the Pack

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

He hears me.
Why Doesn't She Respond to Cunnilingus?
I Don't Rape.
5 Reasons Straight Men Fear MFM Threesomes
Cap D'Adge and swinging
Boys & Their Toys
Anal Sex is Motherf***ing Awesome
Words of Wisdom
Seeing Red


Thursday, August 15, 2013

FFF: Challenge

FFF - Who's watching? _follow to see who else is writing

Word Length = 200
Required Phrase = Obligation
Forbidden Words = Payment, Prediliction, Prostitution
Extra Credit = Make it personal
Bonus Words = 25 extra for explaining the tuxedos, 25 more if this isn't about the money

She had an obligation. She was to belong to the men in the room, to be whatever they wished for her to be. That was what her lover demanded, and his will was her pleasure, proof of devotion and love.

"Caress the tips of your breasts," was the first request, and she did until they stiffed and rose, gazing down instead of the men. One man was silent the entire time, almost detached from her actions, the other issuing the commands.

When he commanded she strip of her panties and ride him, she felt a pleasure in following through. She was good at being on top, knew when to tease and when to grind.

He grabbed her hips, and she was swiftly reassured in his moans, his body beginning to perspire, his hands clenching her more, and his hips thrusting. She arched back and her own scream of pleasure erupted.

She looked at the other man in the room, his body calm and composed. Did he even watch them, she wondered. She felt drawn to him, compelled to make him want her, to wrest the same pleasure from him, to make her lover proud. She felt herself growing excited with the challenge.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


I was drowning in a sea of hate and self-loathing. My eyes pooled and spilled over with tears of anguish. I wanted to scream "I don't want to DO this anymore! I just want to get AWAY!".  I wanted to pound on the walls and express my rage. I wanted to be someone else at the moment, anyone, as long as it was not me,  as long as I didn't have to feel this way, to be this person.

 I needed something from him that he cannot quite understand but I cannot live without. The jumble of feelings and emotions, I needed pain to overcome it all. Pain felt that was wholly my choice, not forced on me by another. To drown out the screaming in my head.

The strike of his hand and the grasp of his strong fingers was what I craved. I wanted the power stripped from me and unleashed through him. It was more than dominance I craved, it was consumption, ownership, to be absorbed into him. I quaked with my need and pleaded with a tear stained voice, trying to express that which was locked inside of me, trapped like I was in the place in my head.


I was being denied. This was MY life so I shouldn't be surprised, that sad pathetic thing I lived every day. I felt unworthy, wilted more than before, broken. Didn't he know? Couldn't he see I was in pieces on the floor, lying at his feet, at his mercy of which he was giving me none? How could he deny me the thing I needed most? 

Those fingers caressed my cheek and suddenly the dam within me burst. I had been pushed past the limits of my endurance and I couldn't contain it anymore. His cruel denial was the last straw and my anger bloomed in furious color in the staining of my cheeks and the sudden cessation of my tears. My hand came crashing into his cheek with a fury born of everything I was feeling and everything he was denying me. The sound was deafening and the feelings vibrating up through my fingers gave me a vicious satisfaction.

One way or another, someone was feeling the sting.

I turned as quickly as my hand had delivered the blow and tried to dam the hated tears that were brimming and threatening to spill and weaken me again; fully intent on leaving, on seeking solace in privacy from the Hell I was in. Strong fingers in a grasp that demanded my attention, but yet did not claw, suddenly gripped my arm and spinning me about quickly had me crashing into his arms on unsturdy legs.

Those beloved, hated fingers gripped my chin as he stared into my eyes. His lips brushed mine in a whisper. "No". One arm encircled my waist and the other held firm my chin as those same soft lips grazed mine. Once. Twice. Finally the lips took mine in a kiss that held all of the emotion I felt, and the deliverance from it. 

The tears I had so valiant a struggle against came now in torrents and rivers and flooded the earth and our cheeks. The salty taste of them intermingled and caressed our lips as they caressed each other in healing. He moved both arms around me in a tight embrace that told me I was home. The anger and the hurt had no room to be, for there wasn't even an inch between our bodies for them to gain space. He caressed my cheeks, kissed my tears, and stared into my eyes.

He knew me, better than I knew myself right then. I had lost myself, given myself over to things that are dark and seek to destroy but my lover was still there. He was my anchor and saw me when I could not see myself. I needed to see love, not power. The submission of myself and the power of his dominance was shown now not through force, but through an understanding that he would care for and protect me through  and from everything, even myself.

My clothing slipped to the floor in a pool as he slid his hands softly against my skin, caressing and worshiping every fevered inch as he went along. There were no restraints but I could not have broken free from the sensations now humming along my nerves. I loved the feel of his breath, the sigh lightly playing along my skin as his cheek rubbed against the side of my breast while he lowered himself to remove my panties. His head came to rest on my stomach and his arms encircled me for yet another embrace. There are no word I could use to express what the embrace of this man conveyed. As the last of my garments joined those on the floor, the last vestiges of my fury abated. I was soothed, I was loved, I was aroused.

He laid me gently on the bed and parted my thighs with kisses and caresses. He knelt down before me in worship and showed me the submission of his heart to my needs. His tongue was strong as it flicked across the very center of me; unlocking the secrets of me and causing my legs to quake.

The aftereffects of all of the heated emotions that had me so keyed up earlier were still coursing through my blood, making my nerves more sensitive and ready to explode. I could not contain my hands and needed as much as air to caress him, to touch every part I could. Within moments caresses turned into insistent tugging as I needed him to hold me again, to kiss me , to fill me.

No longer being denied, he rubbed his body over mine as the heat of him seared a memory onto my skin that would last an eternity. He was mine as I was his. He caressed my cheek, still damp with my emotion, and stared into my searching eyes.

As he slid into me, with one strong, fluid stroke, those lips, that had saved me from the precipice minutes before, formed the words I needed so badly to hear to heal my soul.

"I love you."

As my muscles melted with my relief they started gathering new tension in preparation for my release. My back arched and my hips rose up to meet his with increasing demand, my body expressing all of the love and need that my heart felt, to drive us forward to completion. As so rarely happens, the world fell into place and we reached our pinnacle together, my body tightening and wringing every drop of his orgasm at the same time, demanding it and claiming it as mine.

I had wanted his violence, but what I needed was his kiss.

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Hospital Scavenger Hunt

There are only so many ways to stay entertained in the ER

So I decided it was time to do some photos for Curvaceous Dee's Scavenger Hunt

See who else is being  delightfully sinful

Sinful Sunday

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Prince Albert Piercing

Cammies has a friend who has a piercing through his penis. He loves this piercing, and has nothing but positive things to say about it. Cammies thought it would be a great idea to incorporate this pride and love of an unusual piercing to a great project: The Penis Project. 

Penis Project Banner v1

What in the world would possess myself to get, or even want, a piercing through my penis? That’s a question I have heard many people ask me; promptly followed by a flood of questions to learn more about this outlandish piercing, the inquiring curiosities get more and vaguer with the amount asked, beating around the bush (pun intended). Finally, the last inevitable question is asked: can I see it? 

I have always been fascinated by getting my penis pierced, yet could never get the balls to just go do it. There were many things holding me back at the time. Pain: does it hurt and how bad, can something go wrong, is there a real benefit, will anyone still want to sleep with me, how is it even done?

First thing I began to do is research - I spent at least 5 years off and on looking up everything on the internet, ranging from the traditional Prince Albert (PA), reverse Prince Albert, Ampallang, and Apadravya piercing. I was surprised at how many ways with different piercings there are (the four are just a small amount of type of piercings that one can get). However, those four were what intrigued me the most. It didn’t take very long to decide on going with a traditional PA - it had been around the longest, not to mention most common for men to have, and does not require one to find a specialized piercer.

Whenever getting any kind of piercing there is always side effects; I don’t care what anyone says. Some can be very minimal, others can dramatically change your physicality. As for the PA, the only major thing that can go wrong, assuming the piercer is clean and sterile, is some loss of sensation. Risks fall on more the person getting it done than the piercer; if not kept clean, infection would only be the other real issue.

Pain: some enjoy it, others faint at the thought. I was definitely not afraid of pain, I assured myself that I have felt much more pain, and I could handle whatever the piercing would feel like; however, when talking about my penis, I really had to question if I wanted to subject myself to pain in such a sensitive area. I had the luxury of having a friend who has had his PA for a while, and asked him if it was worth it. Smirking, he replied, “yeah.” He is quite proud of this piercing, and encourages any man to get it. That was enough of a deciding factor to go for it, especially at the point of my life that I was in.

Walking into my local piercing studio, I asked if he could do a PA today. I went to the same piercer that my friend had went to. Once all the paperwork had been filled out, he took me back to his booth, and much to my surprise we sat talking about all the whole process from beginning to end: what to expect, how to breathe, what his process of piercing was. That alone help put me at great ease. As the piercer began to do the actual piercing, he had to put a catch tube partly down the urethra; it created a very interesting pain, like a sharp tingling point (almost like a burning pee or more painful than getting soap in your urethra). However, that is the worst part of the whole experience (not including foregoing sex or masturbation for two weeks; to which I only lasted 9 days). That first time was slightly painful - more so because I did not wait the full amount of time that I was instructed (I don’t always do what I’m told).

Once my PA was healed, I was all over myself.  The pleasure increased with every orgasm, feeling new sensations every time, not to mention different sensations with different jewelry. I didn’t know it was even possible to feel that kind of ecstasy. It starts at the very tip, almost like a vibrator on the head, as it travels down the shaft continually tingling through the very core, or the urethra. As it vibrates more and more, the sting gets even powerful with every stroke with the jewelry that I prefer, which takes more concentration to turn what some may consider pain into a superior ecstasy. (Again, that is the jewelry that I prefer – there is more stimulus, more exhilaration for me to have a measure of pain.) I will pick up speed, and then slows down, to enjoy the new sensitivity running through my body. When I do reach the point of rapture, I will often have to catch my breath, and ponder upon the newest revelations that has occurred.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Incapable of Thinking

We argued, and I couldn't sleep. Finally around midnight, I pulled him into bed. "Make it right," I demanded.

He laughed and kissed me softly. I rolled my eyes, not quite what I had in mind and he knew it, so I pushed the covers off of him and kissed the head of his penis, just as softly. Then I looked up - not quite what he had in mind when I went down, I could tell. I winked and then moved my mouth as low as I could on the shaft, feeling the thick head hit the back of my throat, increased the suction, and pulled up. One hand steadied his thickly engorged member at the base, the other hand cupped and gently played with his balls as I kept moving my mouth up and down. He whispered encouragements, or quiet sighs, his hand sweeping my hair away and holding it up so that he could watch.

After a few minutes I moved up, kissing a trail up his body until I got to his neck, and then gently nipping it and applying more pressure on his more sensitive areas, feeling his pulse throb under my probing tongue. His hand moved between my legs and stroked up and down my lips. I wasn't quite wet enough for him to dip in yet. The hand moved up to nipples, pinching each other briefly between his fingers, and then to my shoulder. He gently pushed me to my back, off of his neck, and then rolled me to my side, moving to position his mouth between my legs. One hand held my top leg up and his tongue swept up and down my lips, before his hand separated my lips for his tongue to settle into my sex more fully. He sucked while moving his tongue around and in and out of my entrance, and soon I was panting and begging for more. One hand moved to my clit, an awkward angle considering I was still laying on my side, and teased the bud while his mouth still fucked me. I was trying to push myself more fully onto his mouth, unable to stop myself from moving into him.

Taking his mouth away, he rotated me more towards laying on my stomach, inserting a finger in my very slick sex, his tongue almost doing a questioning lick at my anus. He normally doesn't go back there, but I was too gone in my own pleasurable sensations to do anything more than moan my appreciation, and hinged my hips against his tongue and fingers. Two fingers, and rimming in earnest began, and I was moaning and climaxing, not in my usual hard way, but slowly and softly.

"Hold on," he said quietly, and stretched to over the side of the bed. By this point I was chest down, ass up on the bed, and swiftly I had a buzzing and vibrating toy thrusted down into me, rubbing my g-spot easily from this angle, his mouth back between my cheeks, and I was orgasming so quickly and hard, screaming. Before one orgasm had even ebbed another one began and then another and I was lost completely to the world, swept up in pleasure.

After three incredible orgasms, he positioned himself up between my legs, entering me violently, reaching over for some lube and making me slick before slipping his thumb in my ass, pushing down slightly, giving me a full feeling. His other hand smacked my ass hard. His cock pumped in and out at a downward angle, continuing to slide against my g-spot as his head slammed against my wall, and I screamed with an immediate orgasm, my body so tense, so full. Again, his other hand came on to spank my already red cheek. Again, before one orgasm could completely allow me down another built and crest, and I clenched around his shaft, his thumb, held my breath, felt my already sensitive heated cheek being smacked, became dizzy, moaned, screamed, and cursed as yet another orgasm came. I felt him push himself more fully, shuddering with the force of his own orgasm.

When he pulled out, I already came again, moaning softly at the feeling of the ridges of his head moving along my walls before he was gone. His thumb slowly moved out, and I couldn't believe how sensitive I was even there. I let my shaking legs straighten and sunk into the soft mattress, utterly spent. My head was foggy, my thoughts incoherent, but I turned my head and smiled, unable to see his hand descend upon that same fiery cheek. I yelped at the sting, instinctively moving up towards the source of pain, finding that a strange reaction instead of moving away, a moan following a yelp.

"God that feels good," the words dripped of my mouth, unbidden, like my juices flowing down my thighs from the sudden tightening the spank gave me. His hand came down again, and again I moaned into it. Suddenly his fingertips ran softly over my oh-so-sensitive skin, and I tightened and tensed, raising my hips, thighs pressed together as my body clenched itself into another orgasm. I was just surprised as he was, and he spanked my ass a few more times, the pain intense, the pleasure overriding the pain. His mouth followed his hand, licking up and down the hand imprints, and I begged for something incoherently, his mouth now alternating between soft licks, hard suction. He smacked a few more times, following with his mouth a few more times, and I came in the tension my body created.

His fingers sunk between my legs and he grazed my g-spot, bringing me to another orgasm, and I was again mindless.

Breathless by the time he moved away from me, I rolled over my back, the one side of my ass so aware of all the fibers of the sheet. I panted, by this time hours of pleasure not allowing me any sense of realism, and unable to help himself from toying with my quivering self, his fingers grazed my clit. I sucked in my breath, already feeling dizzy from the slight contact, my legs parting without thought. Suddenly two of his fingers danced upon my pearl, and I was so taken with pleasure I had no idea how I ended up laying with my back on his chest, one solid arm across my shoulder and neck so fingers could tugged at a nipple, the other hand quickly alternating between slipping into my sex and rubbing up into my clit. When had I moved?

I screamed, arching against him, arching into his tormenting and pleasure inducing fingers, both on my breast and between my legs. I felt his breath against my ear, harsh and ragged as if he was matching my own breathing, his body seemed to be an unforgiving hard mass against my back and my throbbing swollen ass. It seemed as if my scream lasted for days, and I don't remember quite coming back to the present, just his sexy voice quietly promising to "leave me alone now". I think I drifted; I think I got up shortly afterwards to clean myself up, my legs a wobbly mess and he playfully slapped my ass lightly, but it was still so sensitive, and it felt so good that my legs almost collapsed underneath me. I think he said something to the effect that I came every way imaginable tonight, and I mumbled what other ways he could surprise me about myself.

I don't remember if I ever really opened my eyes, it seemed as if the world shut itself out and the after moments were but a dream. I slept soundly.

Something for the weekend

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

TMI: To give and get

Just Asking

1. What’s your dirtiest secret?
That I love having the freedom to do whomever I wish, or just to mess around a little; thought I'd sleep around far more than I have. I have no emotional attachment to people I have sex with, though if I love them, that's great too.

2. What’s the sweetest thing you have done for someone?
Shown patience - it may seem small, but it's a big deal for me to be patient, and I have far exceeded expectations with that.

3. What’s your favorite foreplay act to give? Receive?
Oral sex is my favorite to give. To receive is fingering, right now

4. State five (5) facts about your body.
1. I'm short
2. I have little lips
3. My legs don't stay smooth for more than a couple of hours
4. My pubic hair is trimmed, never completely gone, because it disturbs me to look like a young child
5. When I close my hand, my fingers fit perfectly against each other and there is no gap in between them

5. Would you like to fondle the person next to you?
No one is beside me at the moment, but I've fondled myself plenty today, so I believe that it counts as a yes

Bonus: Penis or vagina? Why?
Penis, I love to be penetrated. I had a dream last night that fingers were teasing me, sliding around my lips, but I desperately wanted them sliding deep inside of me. A penis sliding in would've been an even deeper and more fulfilling sensation. Mmm, and the ridges sliding in and out of my entrance....amazing

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Sunday, August 4, 2013

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Watch me

I've posted before about being an exhibitionist. I wrote about finally being comfortable with me enough to take my clothes off and take a picture...

But looking back, I was a bit of an exhibitionist before. I have had sex in the same room as others so many times I can't even think to count. I've had sex with two other women in a pool with an audience of men, I've shared hotel rooms with my friends after finding gorgeous young servicemen at the bar who live on base ( sex on a budget, share a room!), and I've even had sex with people who were in the room just to watch in order to prove a point.

I guess I've always been cool about my sex. Or drunk. (the last was a joke... mostly).

With the internet connecting us to a whole wider world, flirtations now can be racy and international. Getting involved in the different mediums available means I started talking to more people...

And then I starting flirting with those people...

And then they started sending me dick pictures and getting my panties wet...

I've always believed turn about is fair play.

So, with my new found collection of nude pictures I was so proud of, I started returning the favor. Conversations and text would be exchanged about the excitement, finding release to an image of someone you were actually talking to and not just random porn. This excites me. I enjoy it and get so turned on EVERY time I know I have succeeded in turning another person on.

This all got even more exciting once I started getting videos.... mmmm... videos...

Hemmm, anyway, the day finally came when someone asked me for a video in return.

Uhm, what now?

That was exhibitionism as I had never before even thought of doing and it scared me. What if I looked stupid? Do you know how much coordination it takes for a GIRL to do that? Wide phone, vibrator, legs spread and this is supposed to look sexy at the same time!?

I put it off. I loved getting the videos but frankly, I just couldn't do that. Then I just kept getting more and asked to participate. I didn't mind sending a picture of it, why couldn't I do a video?

I was still hiding. With pictures I can take a million and do an edit. With a short clip of masturbation, I can't do that. It's just me. I don't know what exact catalyst there was beyond pushing my own boundaries and really enjoying the play, but finally, one day I did it.

I grabbed my phone during a sexting session after getting a glorious cumshot video from an play friend and took a short, 15 second, video. My heart pounded and my nerves were shot but I had done my best and hit send.

The rush was incredible! There was someone out there for the first time watching me masturbate and the adrenaline rush was unreal! The response was immediate and overwhelmingly sexy. I was a goddess, amazing, so sexy! Just to hear me moan and see the vibrator play lightly against my clit was enough to drive a man, who had just come to orgasm, to be rock hard again! The power you feel from that is an absolute aphrodisiac.

I've since grown a lot more comfortable with sending a video. Admittedly, I do it very very rarely, but hey, I don't sleep with everyone I meet either. Those that get a clip are special to me and they most assuredly are returning the favor as well. It adds a great deal of excitement to be able to see someone joining you in fulfillment and to know that they see you.

There is one last frontier that I have not crossed yet, and it's time for a moment of blunt honesty:

I'm still hiding.

Video still gives me a buffer. If I shoot a clip and my stomach looks like Jabba the Hut, all I have to do is delete it, and it's like it has never happened. Skype is a WHOLE other kettle of fish that I haven't brought myself to yet. I'm working up to it, and in fact there is someone I would love to be able to do it with, I just haven't gotten there yet. In time though, as with first the pictures and now the clips, I know I'll be a happy little Skype Slut as well.

When you sit and think about it, exhibitionism comes in many different forms, and I am happy to say I enjoy most. Wish me luck on my future Skype sessions!

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Friday, August 2, 2013

Pleasure Pool

Sweat covered her body like diamonds of decoration. She peeled away, slowly despite the heat, layers of clothes, allowing herself to feel the sliding of material against her feverish skin, the slight drying effect as the fabric moved, and newly exposed skin prickling at the sensation of fan kissing it with air. She undid her bra and tossed it to the side, the last of her layers, and the burdening of breasts constrained, the heavy weight falling slightly, the nipples puckering with the air circulating around them.

The dry desert sky mirrored the blue of the inviting pool, not even a cloud in the sky to give way which was which; it was so dry the skin cried out for moisture that the pool offered. She slipped in a foot, ripples floating outward, blurring both blues. Another foot, and then down a step where the water lapped gently against her calves. As she proceeded deep enough where the water almost reached her sex, the coolness became a sharp distinction against the warmth of her inner thighs, and she hesitated. Breathing, she took another step, her heated sex was licked with wet cold. Down, over the hips and waist, she delayed again, placed her hands over her breasts, unable for a second to resist the urge to play with the tight buds, and submerged the rest of her. The soft but sweltering underneath of the breasts shocked by a cold they rarely feel, she gave a gasp and then smiled as finally she was cooled down.

The navy water served as a barrier against the red ball of fire beaming endlessly down, and she was happily cocooned. Bare skin relished the divergence, open skies with not even the whisper of wings overhead, she felt the only one in the unbroken desert.  She swam a few laps, enjoying the sensation of the water skimming across her flesh, and then turned over and floated. Her mount almost bobbing up, teasing with just the slightest peek, the peaks of her breasts fully exposed to the warm sky.

The nipples were still hardened points, and she put her feet down, fingers now skimming and tugging at them. Concealed in the complete open, she began exploring her body with pleasure.  She touched her still warm cheeks with cold hands, water cascading down her neck before reuniting with the pool’s barrier. She lifted up the now heavy weight of her hair, a slight warm breeze caressing the back of her neck. Her breasts were unusually weightless in the water, slightly more than a handful, and as she pinched the nipples, she felt the sensation traveling down and pooling at her sex. Fingertips slowly traced the curve of waist to hip, and she moved with deliberation to the inside of her thighs, still warmer than most of her skin. Nails slowly slid up and down and back again on the inside, almost to her wanton lips.

She traced the inside of her lips with soft fingers, not parting them, teasing herself with the anticipation. Her clit begging for an accidental touch, hardening slightly, more exposed. She circled it softly, barely flicking the tip with a finger, feeling an immediate tightening in her core with the touch. Two fingers began massaging the sensitive bud, one on the side, sliding up and down leisurely, occasionally the thumb pressing at the top between them, giving a soft pinch. The sensation caused immediately sensitization, an electrical current of pleasure making its way down her thighs, causing right below her toes to throb, wanting to curl into the pressure there. Her fingers drifted further into her lips. She parted them, and moved against the overwhelming heat in the cold pool. Resistance at first due to the water not being as slippery as her own juices, she pressed one finger into her depth, teasing in and out a few times, before slipping in another finger. She curled her fingertips slightly, her palm cupping her clit, and applied more pressure and moved slightly in and out, up and down her wall. Waves rippled across the surface, echoing her movement with a slight noise, the water between her clit and palm swished in the most delightful way. Moving with more purpose, feeling a tightening around her fingers, and a tensing in her core, she moved more frantically against and in herself, the water continuing to assist adding to the heightened sensations, her fingers strumming along a delicious spot.
Wave after wave of pleasure continued to build until she became lost to her surrounding, letting out a little cry, the climax crashed into her and she leaned against the side of pool for balance. The water lapped in the same rhythm as her movement had, and she smiled and slowly extricated her fingers, enjoying the cool contrast around them where her fervor had been.

Now, she was relaxed, letting her thoughts drift like her body, floating weightlessly in the pool. 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013


He always asked so much of me, demanding, pushing, making me work and hang on the precipice. Today was no different.
I could tell it was going to be intense. The gleam in his eyes and the almost patient anticipation of a spider were warning enough... I didn't require the verbal as well to know that I'd be in for some new experiences.
While I was excited I was also a little apprehensive. My skin flushing and my nerves jumping in anticipation. Hands smoothing down bare skin, making my blood warm, that connection of our eyes making my heart pound, all the opening notes of a symphony of pleasure we were about to create.

I'm flipped over on my stomach and I hear him rummage in my toy drawer. It seems we'll be working on the pleasure and less on the pain today. I soon feel my favorite Lelo teasing at my entrance and quickly change my mind about it being about pleasure today.... He always finds  a way to torture me. It feels like he's down there for ever, playing, teasing me into a mass of nerves. Suddenly, my toy is full inserted and  feel him move away.... With my toy still buzzing away inside of me.

Um, yeah. I'm suddenly distracted from the sexual frustration he's brought me to. Red flag arning signs are going off in my head and I KNOW something is coming. I got comfortable, wasn't looking ahead, and got caught. He's so good at this. Cool, smooth, I feel the hair brush sliding against the skin of my ass and I am apprehensive. The hair brush hurts, but I can take it. Then comes the twist.

"Don't drop your toy... I'll be very disappointed if you let go of that toy so you need to hold onto it like a good slut"

I'm fucked. Absolutely fucked. My pc muscles are incredibly strong and I push men out when orgasming. The slightest tensing of my body and that toy is coming out. Suddenly the first sharp whack of the hair brush lands on my posterior and I clench. The toy comes almost completely out.

"Tsk tsk. You don't want your toy? You don't want the pleasure I am trying to give you? If you drop it one more time we'll just carry on with the spanking them and skip the orgasm"

Sigh, this is going to take concentration. And that is his goal. When we play, I find zen. I focus and am able to block out a deal of the pain. This only works however, if I can focus on that. I can't focus on zen if I'm focusing every fiber of my being on not dropping my toy. I feel every inch of that brush. My ass blooming in glorious color and I can feel the heat coming up. A particularly enthusiast swing lands in a sensitively overused area and I tense again. The toy doesn't come out completely, but enough to draw his attention. He sighs and I know I'm in trouble, just unsure of the amount.

"it looks like it's going to take a bit more training to ensure you always obey."

The toy is removed and a series of blows fall on my already abused flesh until I'm squirming and tears are leaking from my eyes. Just as quickly I'm flipped over and entered swiftly. Filled to the hilt and I orgasm almost instantly, squeezing my lover much harder than that toy. The tightening of my body increases his tempo and he fills with his orgasm. Such a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, the mental play as exquisite as the physical play. I'm sated and wilted and in that place where the world is calm and quiet and I am perfectly at ease; the world does not exist outside of us. 

He went on to teach me to heed his warning and I'm pleased to say I've enjoyed every lessons...

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Monday, July 29, 2013

TMI: Proposal

1. Do you believe in marriage?
I hope so, considering that I am. If he weren't in the military, however, I'd feel no urge to marry him. But moving, and being allowed base access, requires a piece of paper. 
2. Have you ever proposed marriage or been proposed to marry? What happened?
My husband took me out to cliffs overlooking the ocean. It was perfect place to either kill someone easily by pushing them off, or proposing. He chose the right option. 

3. What would be your dream way of proposing marriage?
Disneyworld. With some sort of show, with elaborate dancing and singing, including the characters, on Main Street. And of course, a list of reasons why marriage would kick ass with each other. 
4. What would be your nightmarish way of proposing marriage?
Throwing a ring box at someone and saying, "I already know your answer," while not even looking up from a video game or TV screen would suck. 
Also, a parent with a shotgun proposing marriage between two people wouldn't be my cup of tea.

5. Mainstream society has engagement rings; in your opinion, what token should be given to signify engagement?

I didn't really receive an engagement ring, more like my wedding ring when he proposed. So I don't have two rings. This worked for me. 
A contract promising sex at minimum twice a day would be a fantastic token of undying devotion and love. Also, alleviate any concerns that the intimate relationship would end when the marriage begins.
WillYouMarryMe6. What do you think would have happened to cause someone to have “Will you marry me?” on the back of their caravan?
A pregnancy and parental shotgun promise occurred, so they're proposing and showing the promise of where they'll raise their family. 
Bonus: Tell us about someone you would have proposed to but never had the chance/opportunity.
There hasn't been anyone that I've missed an opportunity to propose to. I've proposed to "my wife", but considering that we're both married, I didn't do it with a symbolic token like a ring. Also, we're not allowed to marry. Additionally, we both have husbands. But still, I proposed. 
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Friday, July 26, 2013

Being on the ropes

Awhile ago, for Sinful Sunday I posted this picture of my clit. It garnered a lot of curiosity about the experience. So, without further ado: Once upon a time...

God I'm wet. He walks in the door, gives me his intense stare, and I can't help but run into his arms. I truly think that for the first time in my life someone owns me. I would never think to hesitate with him. The desire between us burns brighter than a forest fire. The things this man does to my mind are just as wickedly delightful as the things he does to my body.

I'm naked while he is still in his riding gear, the leather of his jacket rubbing against my nipples as I rub myself against him like a cat, leaving my scent, gaining his. He pushes me to my room and opens the drawer that contains one of my favorite things... The rope.

"You need this don't you?"

He knows I do, I've been climbing the walls lately. I need more than just release. I need intensity, I need to find that space in my head where quiet and calm and serenity are found. I hope he leaves bruises.

It's almost a surreal process, getting tied up. I stand next to the bed, proud in my nudity as he wraps yard after yard around my body. The intricate design that he weaves starts at the top. He completely wraps my hair in rope. As he is done he lets the rope fall straight down and it nestles in the center of my ass. This is pure sensuality. As he starts blinding the rest of my body he makes sure to caress a sensitive area, pause for a moment and look into my eyes, his so full of promise. Suddenly he quickly pulls the length of rope through a loop. The rope running, pressed against my skin is painful and startling. He pauses to lick the rosy area created and my nerves go haywire. As the full bindings are coming together on my body diamond patterns begin to emerge. Every part is connected. He spreads my thighs and runs the rope from my torso up through my lovely center back through to my ass. The two ends of the rope that he works with part my labia. He pauses in his kneeling position and I feel the flick of his tongue against clit and my knees are no longer steady. 

The rope firmly bound, he helps me onto the bed as my upper body is immobilized now. I cannot even bend at the waist, it chokes me. My head is held back on my neck as the rope that he bound my hair with is weaved right through the center of the design. My body is held taunt as my hair is then tied to my ankles with my legs bent. To relax a muscle is to pull my own hair.

All I can see is the ceiling from my twisted position, the slow fan blades making lazy shadows that cross the room. I'm already finding it, the center, the place of being. My mind is slowly focusing. I can't see what is going on, I'm effectively blinded by the blank white view above me. I feel his fingers skim my inner thigh. I know that he is doing something with the rope between my thighs but I've no idea what.

A soft whisper against my very inner thigh "You're such a good girl" he practically breaths. Shivers run down my spin and my body's natural reaction suddenly provokes a startling effect. The minute movement of my body caused the rope to tighten. I instantly discover through feeling what he has done. My clit is squeezed between the ropes.

The rope is arranged in such a position that it pulls back my hood, and my exposed clit is rubbed by its twisted texture. The effects of my response cause me to move more and the sensations escalates so quickly it steals my breath. My mind has literally stopped in its processing. I've never felt anything even remotely similar to this. I never knew skin, nerves, my sex, could become so sensitive. 

I can feel his gaze, his fascination. "Would you like to see it?"

I can talk... I have a voice. Words... I know words, I need one. Oh, God I just took a deep breath, the ropes are taunt again. Oh God. What? Oh, yes, yes.


He grabs my camera and takes a picture. He comes around to my head and I see him for the first time in what feels like ages but feels like nothing. Time has no meaning. All I can do is stare at the picture in front of my eyes. I can't, I don't, I just, I don't know what I'm seeing. The world is a haze and all I can feel is my muscles, slightly uncomfortable, the pull of the rope against my skin everywhere... My clit.

There is no way I am going to be able to comprehend the picture in front of me, but something else has caught my eye. My lover is naked, his throbbing excitement at seeing me at his mercy and his pleasure is deliciously evident right in front of my face. He knows me, knows what I will do. I try to shift to get him in my mouth and my hair is yanked firmly by my ankles and the strongest sensations yet are jolted through my trapped and swollen clit.

Mercy granted, he moves to my head which is slightly off the bed so I can have him. I'm lying on my back and he admires the way he can see the shape of him in my throat as he pushes farther in my mouth. The thrust of his hips is driving me crazy and I don't want to be teased, I want all of him, I want to swallow him, consume him. He runs his hands over my body. He can always tell when I'm finding zen, when I start to no longer notice the pain, the ache. He always distracts me from that, so suddenly those sensations come back, more intense now. 

It is this process that allows him to get me so deep into subspace. I didn't give him ownership of me, he took it through his mastery. I have to be the luckiest girl in the world. Not that I can think of that at this point, my attention is captured by my neck is a mild, annoying cramp. I move.

Oh yes, that's right, there's rope currently caging the most sensitive part of my body in a strong grip. He notices my attention being sharply focused suddenly. He moves away from my view and I strain to hear him moving around the bed. He comes to my parted thighs and the desire is so very very strong to have him inside me. Finally, filled.

"Oh, I'm not going to fuck you. Did you think I would?"

...wh-? There's a flick, a gentle thud against my bound clit then a soft rub up and down. I can feel his precum. He's rubbing that most desired part of him against me. Teasing, tantalizing. I've never felt anything like this. This is not the same body I have been in whenever we have sex. I have NEVER had this body, this can't be real. I haven't taken drugs to invoke these feelings but yet I am intoxicated. He is my drug.

He continues to tap on my oversensitive clit and I come quickly. Oh God. Intense. Every nerve in my body is taunt and singing hosanna to his name. The tensing of my muscles in orgasm causes that lovely magical rope to tighten and continue my pleasure. I don't think I can take this much longer, I am going to die of the intensity of release and sensitivity.

A final spasm of my body and the rope is ripped away from my sensitive bud in a final crescendo of feeling from the force of my movement.

Wilted. I lay in a heap. He helps me from the bed and I am unsteady on my feet. Hours, minutes, days, eternity? I've no idea of the passage of time. He begins to undo my bindings, starting from the bottom. I mechanically lift a leg here, move a foot there to ease the removal of my bindings. Once the lengths of rope are mostly on the ground the only thing left is my hair.

He lays me down as a tired kitten, sated, beyond this world and in my own. He takes the end of my hair binding and winds its from my headboard to tie to my footboard so my hair is pulled with firm tension. I dose off in this position. I can't imagine anything feeling this languid, this comfortable this safe and protected. He leaves me there as he organizes and stores my loving binds. He brushes a stray tendril from my brow and kisses me . He undoes my hair at last and tucks me in. My last sight before the oblivion of the deepest sleep is of him blowing out the candle, leaving the room in quiet darkness.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Darkness

prompt121She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled, feeling a contrasting shudder and affection for her lover.  Her mind briefly went to a moment where she found herself panicked, standing alone momentarily in a dark room, but she shook the memory away, the only remnants the faint scent of sweat and cologne from that night.

She never thought that she would be obliging this resolution. It didn’t feel like an option, but the choice was this or to leave. That was it then: she could forsake her lover or give up all her free will. Today, at last, she decided upon her lover, content to give up her independence and never felt so free until this pivotal moment.

She walked into her lover’s home. The front door was unlocked, as it was the majority of the time. Silence greeted her, and for a moment she felt herself losing her nerves, the joy in the feeling of being free slipping tenaciously. She gulped for air, determined, and searched the rooms, coming into his bedroom.

The sound of a bathroom door opened, and there was her lover, steam rising in the background, skin glistening, covered in only a towel, and for a moment she thought he was a god come to deliver her. His cold grey eyes widened slightly, the only indication he was surprised by her unexpected visit, before narrowing. But no god, this man coming out of a shower. This was the man who knew every dark secret in her heart, who made fantasies come true without her ever realizing that she had them. I love this man, she thought, and smiled.

Remembering her place, she kneeled down on the floor. Fumbling, her trembling hand reached in her pocket and pulled out the small box – her gift of freedom in slavery. Lifting her head up and looking up at him, she extended her hand, palm up, with the box in it. He smiled, briefly, at her, and it was as if the sun beamed down upon her, so radiant and warm did she feel.

He gazed intently at her eyes, not moving, as if judging if she were even worthy, and she felt nervous. He always seemed to have an air of aloofness, distance. A woman used to making men crazy to be with her, she was incredibly turned on by his detachment.

He loved her; she knew that, but she had denied him sharing her in that black room, changing her agreement of acceptance. And then instantly regretted it, especially when she enviously watched another woman being shared with the men, the screams of orgasms making a hot pool between her own legs. And then he penetrated the woman, and she was equally turned on and insanely jealous that it was not she that was being used so.

He circled around her leisurely, and she moved her eyes to the floor, too nervous to follow his movements. She wished he wasn’t always so self-possessed, and craved to touch her as frequently as she desired his touch. Suddenly he grasped her throat, his other hand tilting her chin up, as he bent down to kiss her from behind. Tongue met tongue and she melted, clinged to him like life, gasping for breath by the end of the kiss.

She realized he hadn’t said a word yet. She also realized that he accepted her gift, though he hadn’t even touched it yet.

He moved to the front of her and removed his towel, already so hard. Grabbing the back of her head, he dove into her mouth and she frantically tried to open wide for him, to make her mouth as inviting as possible for his possession. He didn’t seek the softness of her lips or tongue, he delved to the back of her throat, and she tried to focus on breathing, knowing that this was part of her penance. She dropped the box from his movement, and let her hands drop to her sides. Her eyes watered and she felt the urge to gag with his inflexible sex touching the back of her throat.

She felt herself become wet, and hoped, so badly, that he would also thrust himself between different lips. He understood that about her, whereas no one had. She became free of burdens with him, and wondered why it had taken her this long to finally, fully submit to her own desires in him.

He pulled out of her mouth in the same manner that he had moved in, and either she lost sense of balance or his hand on the back of her neck guided to her fall forward so she was now hands and knees.

“As tempting a sight as that is, get naked and lay on the bed,” he commanded, and she felt herself tightening in anticipation. She scurried to get up, in such a rush to discard her clothing that she cast them upon the little box.

The box that would be opened hours later, when they had spent their passion out on each other, bound more firmly in love and trust and understanding. 

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