Green

It was pale green silk and lace that I slowly slipped from my body.

 

Come see some sin

FFF: First Time

Key word = Disclosure

word limit = 200

Extra credit = share your "real number" along side your Publicly Claimed Number

She raked his back, arching, before remembering disclosure: it's my first time - reminded herself. It kept her focused on that facade, away from the feeling sensations.

He gauged her reaction, trying to go slow. I've had so many women, he thought, but this is the hottest. When her nails clawed his back, he thought of other women doing the same, countless women. Faceless though, with this lovely in his view, eyes shut in concentration. Amazing, letting him have this moment.

"Is it supposed to be this big?" She murmured, eyes suddenly open, trying for bewildered.

He laughed. "Oh yes. You feel so tight. I've never had it so good. I'm going to try to get you cum. Relax." Whispered command, kissing her lips softly, thrusting faster with more force.

She closed eyes again, began arching purposely; couldn't keep appreciative moans silent. He knew how to move, and she found herself unwilling reaching orgasm.

When she tightened, he came, slowed, withdrew, and rolled over to his side, draping an arm across.

"Was that good?"

She smile. "So good. Too bad I'm your first and only, you'd be really good for virgins."

He thought how lucky that she had the experience to switch roles with him.

**This is completely inspired by my lover and myself. Full public disclosure of myself: I tell people I am more than 1 and less than 100. 

Don Wands pink bent g dream review

This is the pink bent g dream from Don Wands and sold by Erotic Toy Town

Let's get technical

Shipping: The package came very quickly to my house. The packaging was discrete and protected, an extra concern for glass products.

View: The toy itself is a delicate pink, and the glass is smooth and beautifully crafted. You get a peek through the box at the toy, which can be misleading in regards to size.

Size matters: The overall is 8½" inches, with a ¾” diameter shaft wand widening
to approximately 1 ¼” in the center.

Down and dirty: Having a glass toy is great for product care. It is non-porous, waterproof, phthalate free, and hypo-allergenic. Clean up is easy as you can use an antibacterial soap (make sure to rinse well!), your favorite toy cleaner, or even put it in the dishwasher. 

What's it do?: The pink bent g spot locator is designed to reach and delight the elusive g spot in females. The bulbs in the handle end make it a double threat as it can be used as an anal plug. Glass craftsmanship means its one glass of water or fridge away from temperature play.

Light the candles and grab the lube

Me time

Aesthetic: The toy is lovely to look at and beautifully smooth in your hand. I love a toy that has little weight to it, it means the glass will hold the temperature longer, and I'm not afraid to break it. Once I removed the toy from the box, it seemed a lot smaller than I had originally thought.

Vaginal play: I have a shallow g spot, so g spot toys are a bit tricky for me. The shape and size of this toy worked for me, but it wasn't the easiest. The toy is by far, the smallest in diameter in my repertoire, including other small g spot toys I have. If you aren't a size queen, this one might be your best friend.

Anal Play: I am definitely keeping this one in rotation for anal play. While again, it is smaller than some of my other toys, the beads on the end, and the length give it something other's don't have. The bent g spot vaginal side makes a great handle for in and out motion, making it the most convenient anal toy I own for that. 

Is it hot in here?: Temperature play with this toy is great. It picks up the heat or cold quickly (in about 30 seconds, if you're not looking for long term), and is ready. While it doesn't maintain cold for long if you're overheated like some thicker counterparts, it does get the job done and a glass of ice water next to the bed will quickly recharge.

I prefer O's over Stars...

The O system ratings (1-5)

Overall: OOOO

Vaginal: OO

Anal: OOOO

Regular rotation: OOO

Closing thoughts: I definitely like this glass toy. The length vs.diameter on this makes it a unique toy that fits a class not many others fit for anal. Erotic Toy Town really delivered with a great product, great shipping times and packaging and a great selection. 

Deep Sleep

I struggled to sleep with my husband. Truly struggled. Actual sleep. Having sex with him was easy. He’s used to sound of mortars and bodies and sweat and violence, and can sleep just fine. But for myself, I need a blacked out, quiet environment with no new movements or objects. Hence why I couldn’t sleep with my husband. And he’s a large presence, broad shoulders, and arms and legs that seem to reach out everywhere. What’s worse: he’s a snuggler. Up until him, I was not. Let me go to my edge, you go to yours. It took over a year of sleeplessness before I could sleep a decent amount, but amazing sex. It’s a fair trade-off.

To make matters worse, it seems like I can’t get enough of him. I can rarely leave him alone. He is gorgeous and sexy; I always want him. He has this bottom lip that begs to be sucked, pulled with my teeth. But I digress just like I do when I try to fall asleep with him. That was then.

The other morning he woke me up, a feat that he rarely accomplishes. I was having the nicest of dreams when I awakened; he was playing with my clit. He often remarks that I must have some wonderful dreams, because I wake up wet the majority of mornings. He dipped inside of me and spread my juices around, and continued to slide his finger around my pearl. One finger applied pressure above it, somehow making it stand out all the more and become even more sensitive. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a dream, and I still felt the fluffy foggy clouds around me, swept up in a romantic fantasy. I must’ve moaned. I heard a chuckle right before my hair was lifted and I was kissed on the side of my neck.

His fingers gently sunk into me, first one, and then two. His thumb continued to rub my clit. His breath warm against my ear before playfully nipping the lobe. His fingers began to press more deeply, with more intent, and I pulled my legs farther apart to give him access.

His body moved lower, the covers sliding down and baring flesh. My nipples hardened and he briefly kissed one before moving his mouth to my growing need. Gently, his tongue flicks at my already hard and tormented bud. He looks up at me, a half smile upon his lips. Again, the tip of his tongue flicked, and he watched me squirmed. His tongue moved lower, tracing my entrance, driving me crazy and my hips trying to rotate his mouth into my opening. He gripped my thighs and held me, looking mischievous back up for a brief moment, before flashing his tongue out for the briefest of moments, and then down against my already slick portal.

Suddenly he was no longer the tease, and he increased both the tempo and the pressure of his mouth. He was gluttonous, but I was starving. I am grateful I can sleep with him these days, for now he has the opportunities to wake me and fulfill my dreams.  

 

For Pity's Sake, No

I cried when he told me "no" after I proposed sex. It was a silly, immediate reaction that I tried unsuccessfully to hide. But the feeling of rejection was fierce.

Being aware that the no wasn't a rejection of me, but to the action at that specific moment, didn't help. It didn't help that we had sex four times already that day. I was unsure of the origin of the sudden tears, as surprised at their arrival as he was. Normally, this wouldn't bring me to tears. Hormones, melancholy that day? Regardless of the cause, there they were: fat, rounded, salty drops rolling their way down my cheeks.

I tried to hide the reaction, but he saw.

"Look at me," he ordered, but I shook my head and tried to duck into his armpit. He grabbed my chin and moved my face towards him. "Why're you crying?"

"I...I...d-don't know," I sobbed out miserably, ashamed at such a reaction that I was helpless to control.

"Let's have sex," he stated, matter-of-factly, kissing my wet cheeks softly.

"N-n-no, you don't want to, it would be pity sex. And I don't want to anymore."

He laughed, wiping my eyes. "Liar." He kissed me softly on the lips, his tongue briefly darted out to feel my quivering lips. "Besides, it doesn't matter what you want, I find myself wanting to have sex with you." He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me off of the couch where we were snuggling, but I stubbornly slipped my hand away from his.

He sat down next to me, and looked at me for a long moment. My tears were slowing, but I was embarrassed and rolled over, my back to him. His hand rubbed my back for a minute, then moved to my waistband of my pajama pants and pulled down. "What are you doing?" I protested, but weakly. I wanted to feel better, and we both knew that sex would make me feel better.

"Taking what I want," he said, right before his mouth breathed on my hip. His hand gently rotated me onto my stomach, and then parted one thigh from another. A finger gently touched my clit, then slowly stroked my labia. His finger slipped inside ever so slightly. I held my breath, until I felt his against the pink tenderness of my sex. His tongue traced around my entrance before slipping inside of me; he sucked gently at my lips as his tongue darted in. He began to move his tongue steadily, increasing the pace and pressure. My core tightened as I tensed, my hips began to move almost of their own accord. "Get on your knees," he told me, not quite taking his mouth away. I slowly moved to my knees, his mouth still sloppily kissing around my swollen sex. He slid his fingers in, first one then two, out and then deeper, probing for my g-spot. He kept pressure there as he moved, and I felt my myself squeezing tighter around his fingers, my body taut, my mind emptying itself of all thoughts save the feelings he was creating. Right before I orgasmed, he moved his fingers and again used his tongue to bring me the rest of the way.

I screamed, I pushed myself into his mouth as if he could devour me whole, as it felt as if I was utterly his. He kneeled behind my shaking thighs, pulled down his pants to his knees, and his cock nudged at my opening. Still swollen and responsive, I moaned as I leaned back into him, pressing hardness into my depth. "Oh god," I breathed, as I moved forward slightly, and then back again, trying for another orgasm, astounded at how ready I was.

"Slow down," he grabbed my hips, and began setting the pace. I began making soft noises that increased volume when he increased pace, and found myself alternating between holding and struggling for breath. Teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he began to slam his cock fully into me and my screams mixed with his moan. I collapsed with the force of my orgasm, my legs no longer wanted to support me. He rolled me onto my side, settled himself into the couch, and my body into his arms. He held my gaze, tried to gauge my mood, and suddenly I remembered how I cried, how absurd I was. As if reading my thoughts, he reaffirmed, "that wasn't pity sex, it was amazing and that's how we're going to remember it."

I nodded, and smiled. "It was amazing," I concurred. "And I'm sorry at how I reacted. It was silly."

To this date, I haven't reacted with tears when turned down for sex. I have, however, jumped up and stomped my foot impulsively, which received me a laugh and teasing: "is that a tantrum?" Where the hell had that reaction come from?

Any Given Sunday

You'll find me taking pictures for Sinful Sunday

My second choice was Scent of a Woman, but I decided the other was better ;)

Ass April

A is out right now with her arm in a sling, but M still wanted to showcase some awesomeness this month.
 
M's monthly picks:

Category: Husband read this and do it!
She wrote several in a role that I kept showing my husband, and I realized I needed to wait to read Molly until I could masturbate or have husband on hand. Hot, hot, hot!
http://mollysdailykiss.com/2013/04/03/once-a-week/

Category: Picture that got me hot and bothered:
http://justarandomscot.wordpress.com/2013/04/07/sinful-sunday-thoughts-of-you/ Some one I would like to straddle and slowly, savoring, ease my way down the length hidden from view, running my fingers through his manly hair (I really have a thing for hair - just not too hairy).

Category: Family facetiousness:
A's Acting: I laughed and could envision her bad acting skills, I've seen when she is purposefully dramatic, and it is a sight worth seeing - especially if you need to be cheered up. In detail I saw her hand go to her forehead and the head tilt damsel-in-distress-style, with her elongating her syllables, trying to go for sultry and breathless.