Summer Motivation

M here.

Sorry postings have been slimmer, though I'll explain an amazing time to be had. A, being the playful, little single she is, isn't the most consistent at blogging, though brilliant about articulating her adventures.

As for me, summer is a time of travel, as the kids have off. It is also a time where my husband and I are most assuredly separated, whether by moving, deployments, or I leave him to visit family, etc..It just seems to work that way.

So I don't have a lot of sexy inspiration during the summer, being busy and focused on the kids and their agendas more. Doesn't leave a lot of time for sex (but my masturbation time increases). Kids just have a way of sucking all the sexiness out of life.

On the bright side of all this, while playing a game together with a group of friends, my husband and I bet that I couldn't hold out 11 minutes and 18 seconds until I orgasmed (it would have been the third time). I really didn't think I would win it, but I did! Our friends were kind enough to listen to me orgasm on Skype, and helped keep track of time. My prize: an hour of being tied up.

The next day over the phone he went into delicious detail about painting a picture of what to expect: wrists tied with an immediate orgasm by fingers to keep me extra sensitive, then by oral sex, and again possibly by vibrator. Then ankles tied with knife, wax, cold glass, ice cubes, vibrator...um, I may be forgetting a few other implements. Edging, he promised/threatened five times, before allowing me to be pleased by the sixth. I believe my ankles would also be tied by my wrists by this point. Next tied position, laying on my stomach. Gosh, I believe a spreader and a plug and paddle by this point...anyhow, I have to patiently wait at least another month to have this become a reality, and I am not a patient person.

And while I was listening to the deep, sensual pitch of his voice, almost hypnotic, I couldn't help brushing my fingertips over my puckered nipples, around the soft globe of my breasts, down the curves of my waist and hips, and up my inner thighs. His words went into such great detail on where he would move, what he would do, how he would smile even (though I wouldn't be able to see through the blindfold), that I tightened with expectation. My fingertips grazed my clit, and stayed there for a few minutes, teasing my body in tone with his words, before sliding into my slick folds. I was slowly rubbing, tingling pleasantly with the soft strokes in and out, but when he began talking about edging and finally allowing me to cum, my fingers tensed up and curled and I came.

Hmm, this may be why the details of being flipped over are hazier than the rest. I heard every word, extended my pleasure to the rhythm of his story, but yet...memory with pleasure just isn't strong.

Anyhow, inspiration promises to come in spades. We are going to experiment and play to a teasing level that we haven't yet, and I'm curious how my sensitive body will handle it all.

And while I have to patiently wait for this, hopefully smaller inspirations will be granted. Until then, apologies for the sparse posts. A and I will continue on in the tempo we are motivated to.

-M

Unknown Leads to Desire: Mating in Captivity

Esther Perel's book Mating in Captivity: Unlocking Erotic Intelligence was suggested by My Dissolute Life.

I cannot read a book without writing in it (I never borrow books for this reason). I had an English Professor tell me that "books talk to us, talk back", and that seemed like as good as motivation to explain to people as ever. And yes, because most of my reading is done in the bath, I still read actual paperbound books (shocking, I know, but imagine how expensive an electronic book would suddenly become if I dropped it).

As I've been reading this book, I've been reflecting. This seems like a good place to share. I'm strictly going to speak from a military spouse, and generalize that most spouses are females to a military man.

Perel states that unknown factors increase excitement and desire, hence the giddy love-rush feelings at first. But unknown isn't synonymous with security, so we seek to make each other more known in a commitment: "to control the risks of passion, you have tamed it out of existence." (Perel, 10)

She suggests looking at your partner with a new perspective (ever seen someone appreciate something about your partner, and realize that you've been taking that very thing for granted in them?). For example, I go to the same local family business to buy my ball gowns. The seamstress met my husband, and commented on his slow mannerisms, his thoughtful consideration, his absolute respect, and his gorgeous body. By that point, I had taken some of these things for granted, and no longer saw them until she pointed them out. He does have a slower mannerism than say a person from California (who always seems rushed); I’d forgotten how I used to think that too.

Gorgeous, well I can’t forget that. For some reason, even after years, he still takes my breath away. When I told her one year that we were done having babies, she declared, “no baby, no. He is gorgeous and he needs to make gorgeous babies.” She’s right: he is gorgeous, but that doesn’t change the fact that he was not having any more babies. Now, we were all for practicing.

Now in the military, the odds for taking someone for granted aren’t as high as perhaps some other couples. For one: there’s deployments. Depending on what branch depends on how long they are gone. The fear of them being in harm’s way makes them that much more precious. And you are away from them – aware of the emptiness of the bed beside you, the lack of tripping over their boots, their interactions with the children. Communication is often short and random, words become that more important, preciseness to convey a message is hard but so importantly necessary. Their voice inflections travel from the ear and burrow deeply into the heart, to nourish until the next time. And when you finally see each other again, it is falling in love all over again. Often spouses have lost weight, change a hairstyle, become more independent, developed a new routine; kids have grown. Military personnel are often more muscular and defined, tired, perhaps have even changed emotionally and mentally from what they’ve experienced.

Trainings/schooling tend not to be as long, but it is still a breaking apart and coming together again. Also, spouses will often travel and visit family if they’ve moved far away for extended periods of time. There always seems to be a reason for parting and coming back together in the military lifestyle.

It is getting to know each other again; they are unknown to each other again depending on the length of time; and their unique and completely individual experiences. The fact that they are married changes nothing of the newness of each other, that is more based on the love and commitment to each other, not in the actual wanting of each other. "Love is about having; desire is about wanting. An expression of longing, desire requires ongoing elusiveness." (Perel, 37) These couples are often elusive, and want to recommit to each other, to discover and delve into each other again, and desire tends to be very high at homecomings. A new lover delivered safely, an "oh yeah, I forgot how that feels" touch or caress, a new trick heard and now tried. Even old tried and try methods are made new and appreciated.

The up and down rollercoaster of the relationship in a military lifestyle isn’t all grand; it is downright challenging. At a recent marriage retreat that my husband and I went to, we heard from the chaplain that the divorce rate was currently 75%. There have a lot of studies debating if it is higher than the average national norm or not, I’ve read a lot of it and it seems pretty undecided as a whole. But it is challenging. Some couples become addicted to the partings and homecomings, and cannot handle their spouses for long periods of time - they've become stagnant and lose that desire. Some have lived apart for so long that when they finally come together, they discovered they didn’t want to be married anymore, the desire simply wasn't there at all and was perhaps more of an illusion sustained by distance.

I am going to suggest her book to many of my friends, especially if they are ready to transition to civilian life where separateness may be more challenging. Perel in no way suggests living separately to gain individuality, those are my own thoughts based on a military lifestyle. She discusses reawakening the newness when there has been no new element in a long time (which the military provides); of desiring each other again. When not forced apart, I can only hope that my spouse and I retain our individual selves and continue to view each other with desire from different perspectives.

*As a side note: even reading other bloggers really helps my own sex life. It has made me curious to try new things, to get out of my comfort zones, to point towards someone else’s words who have more effectively communicated wants that I’ve been trying to tell my husband. There are even some great videos that bloggers provide to offer how-to for so many numerous kinks.

With bringing in new ideas, or often being reminded of old favorites, I believe that we will keep our sex life and desire fresh just because we are so fluid with it.   

TMI: fill ins

This TMI Tuesday let’s play sexy fill-in the blanks.
1. If my sex life were a film, it would be rated the kind you go behind the curtain for, after being carded.

2. I got a body for being extremely sexually active and a face for smiling appreciatively at a partner that can keep up .

3. It’s extremely sexy when a guy/girl does dishes, or wants me as much as I want them .

4. Doing yoga naked makes me very blatant in my come-fuck-me message .

5. In the morning, I am always full of energy .

6. I would love to learn ropes in the kink community .
Bonus: Roses are ____ , Violets are ____ , YOU CREATE THE REST OF THE POEM

Examples:

Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
God Made Me Pretty
What Happened To you?

Roses are straight
Violets are twisted
Bend over love
You’re about to get fisted                       (I love this one!)

————-
Roses are lovely
Violets are complex
Let's not go further
I just want to have sex

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REAL sexy

I like taking pictures.... a lot. And I've found myself thinking when I get compliments "That's not really me though, that's Dress Up A"... Sometimes, I'm in PJs, a bathrobe, a bun and no makeup. I definitely don't feel sexy day in and day out.

I find that to be a load of crock and something I needed to correct. I've decided to start being REAL sexy on top of the posed type.

How to make a bathrobe sexy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See other very sexy people

Guilty Pleasures

            Thoughts overtake me. Walking, attempting to sleep, sitting down, in the company of others when it’s not appropriate the thoughts rush my body. Wicked imaginings: I envision you. Heat, moans, a quickening of the breath, water pouring down us both. Guilty pleasures flash through my head, bad but oh so good. Whispers of limits, shattered lines, softly uttered curses, religious prayers, and begging of need. Feeling, taste, sight, overwhelming my body, forcing my breaths heavy, devastating my senses. Becoming an obsession, addiction, a drug I need inside my body. Oh the things I need to do to you:  I yearn to have my lips, my tongue, and my hands all over your body, my body gliding along yours. Memories flashing, burning through my head, coursing down my body.  A tightening of where I crave you most. Stop, but to no avail; I bite my lip.  So amazing, overpowering, consuming, fulfilling. Each thought of you my body begs for your touch, careless that it can’t partake. Tender from bittersweet pleasures, a physical reminder of what was. Erotic. Pulsating. Throbbing, hot, wet. Oh God, just once more, one chance encounter, one moment, but it won’t be enough, just a slight cooling and releasing until the next buildup. I’ve had a taste, I desire more. A memory to savor, torture on cold nights. I can already hear my moans for more, sense my body arching towards yours. Anticipation. Waiting. Aching for the moment. I think of you and my blood pounds, excitement mounting. I can feel your deep breathing next to my ear; eyes conveying longing, your desire pressing hard and ready against my skin. Your lips gently pulling on mine. Our bodies entwined, unable to deny urges. Can’t get enough; you’ve taken over my thoughts, my body now powerless to our yearnings. We shouldn’t, so good, stop, please I need you. I can’t alleviate it, I won’t resist, no longer want to. Make me feel the things I crave. I can almost savor you in my mouth, your hands gently in my hair, compelling me on. Smell you on my skin, a stimulating, impetuous scent. Feel you in my body, overwhelming, pushing, engulfing. When I was mindless with heady passion, not yet you said softly then, the words no truer than now. But like then, it’s only a matter of time. Bad thoughts…guilty pleasures.



Ever read something and feel so inspired by the words, that they echo to your story, and you feel the need to express them? My sister's rough drafts did that to me, so read and see her words that inspire Bad Thoughts

Naked Woman Clothes

FFF: Apartment No 6

Word Limit - 369
Required Phrase - Bewildered
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.
Bonus Words -
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)

The machine made a horrible racket and then stopped working. It felt like her heart stopped too. She had an interview in thirty minutes. She opened the dryer door, and her meager collection of clothes were sopping wet. A curse word escaped her lips, think. Her friend, Katie, was moving out today of apartment 6, next door, and since it was midday she was hoping Katie was there and not finished moving. Peeking out her door, no one was in the hallway, not even a noise, and she slipped her feet in her slippers and rushed down the hall.

When she rapped desperately on the door, she realized how ridiculous she was. What was the point of slippers if she was butt naked? Habit, but she must look insane. And she still had the notes for the interview in her hand. She could only hope Katie would answer, laugh, pull her inside, and loan her some clothes so that she could make it to the interview desperately needed.

A man opened the door. Bewildered, she wondered if someone new had already moved to this rundown neighborhood- this was an interesting way to say hello and greet your neighbor. She didn't know if she should scream, apologize, walk away or say something...anything. He was staring, gorgeous eyes, broad shouldered, bulging biceps. "Like what you see?" he asked, her gaze was obvious.

She snapped out of her confusion. Shrugging, she decided false bravado. "Like what you see?" she parried back, and then stood on tiptoe, looking for Katie. "Is Katie here?"

"No, I'm her brother, and she's at the new place."

She found boxes and ducked around him, moving in. "Tell her Natalie borrowed some clothes for an interview. Does she still have some here?" already rummaging, she didn't see the appreciative look in his eyes.

"What will you give me if I show you?" he teased. She faced him, gorgeous she thought again.

"A date tonight, followed up by a massage for your help moving and showing a naked woman clothes."
 

He laughed, "never thought I'd show a sexy lady how to cover herself," he said as he walked past towards a room. She said a silent thanks and followed close behind. She'd make it to the interview on time, and had a date with a hottie to celebrate tonight. She just hoped he was paying, money was a little tight right now.    

Wasn't Convinced

Most girls outgrow traditional cover-up panties when they get older, and they move onto something sexier, be it g-string, thong, boy shorts... the list is long. I didn't. I kept with the same boring underwear . You know, the kind that cover every bit and normally reserved for days that the monthly comes.

A sister changed over, and then another. Watching the g-string go up their crack, I asked, "doesn't it bother you having something up your butt all day?"

"No, you don't even feel it, it's so thin. Unlike your underwear, where you get wedgies and they suck. And there aren't any panty lines in dresses and pants."

I wasn't convinced, and didn't change over.

...Until.

I was in a long term relationship. We bought a house together, shared a checking account (there is no bigger commitment to me - not even marriage, than these two things).  

We booked a cruise, and I bought a slinky dress (which I normally don't wear). My underwear showed so apparently that I decided that at least for this dress, I would wear a g-string.

And I was sold from that point on. My sister was right: no wedgie, fabric so slight that I was unaware of it after a period of time.  

Sure, I slowly transitioned from my boring underwear to g-strings, and then tried some boy shorts, and other types. I began feeling sexier about my undergarments. I wanted all the sudden for my bras to match my sexy panties. I no longer worried if the pants or dresses would show my underwear.

And

         then

My partner started questioning why all the sudden I was trying to be sexy. Who did I have to impress? Who was going to see under my clothes? Why did I need to replace one type with another? Why was I wanted more form fitting pants and purchasing more dresses?

...Who was seeing under my clothes?  Why was I changing? Why was I showing more skin? Why did I start dressing like a whore?

                                   Who was I sleeping with?

He didn't believe my simplistic reasons, he wasn't convinced. There was a sinister reason, he believed. Suddenly everything I did was suspect, I could no longer do anything without being questioned.

                                 All over my choice of panties.

Yoga I've been doing for years: why did I still have to do? Why was I trying to be more flexible, to move in more positions?

Eating healthy: didn't I look good enough?

Watching a new television program: who introduced me to that?

Going out with friends: was I really going out with friends? "Send me a picture of you and your friends."

This went on for quite awhile, until I had enough. Sadly, looking back, I let it continue far too long. It might not have started with panties, it might have triggered by so many different factors that I was unaware of (his friend was cheated on, he was gaining weight, we were so serious so young...the list is far longer than the types of panties). Unfortunately, the material covering my ass was just the first target. And who knows: it could've been the change in undergarments.

But my ass, and the lack of material covering it, was out of there.

It's amazing how some people perceive fabric at our innermost layer.  For some, it reflects our innermost fantasies, desires. It represents us, our scent, our secret, our sex. It can reflect our time of the month, our insecurities, our confidence, our sensual side.

It can create suspicion, incite lust, kick start relationships, or end them.  

 

Exhibitionist

People ask how I became an exhibitionist  They remark with awe that I have no shame, in fact I delight and glory in showing off the photos I have of my body.

The truth is, there are two things at play here. I take all of my photos myself, with my cell phone no less (imagine what I could do with a REAL camera!), and I am incredibly proud of the talent for beautiful pictures that I have found in myself. Something akin to magic just happens when I get a camera in my hands recently and my work is just getting better.

Here's the biggest push that made me an exhibitionist:

I hated my body. 

I had gorgeous friends and I certainly couldn't measure up to that. Slowly over the years though, there was a shift in my thinking, and as that shift happened, I started getting complimented more. As I settled finally into my skin, I exuded sex. I breath sex. I walk sex. I am sexy. Then, with the blog, I was reluctantly persuaded to submit a picture to Sinful Sunday, hosted by Mollysdailykiss (*see the picture here). Nervous doesn't quite cover the emotions I was feeling. I'm not skinny by any stretch of the imagination. I was bracing for negativity. Then the comments starting coming in...

Holy Hell

My body is beautiful. That's all I kept hearing. There was so much response and enthusiasm I was suddenly empowered. I started pushing the envelope, taking more pictures, revealing more of myself. With every step I have taken, my empowerment has grown. Now I can't keep my clothes on. I revel in the things my body can do. It can provoke desire, lust, longing. It can comfort and bring beauty to someone. This all, just in the viewing of it.

So why am I an exhibitionist? Because I'm beautiful, and I like sharing.

So really, it's all because of you guys. You got me naked, and you keep me that way and loving it.

Green

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

 

Come see some sin

A's Acting

To be, or not to be the school girl was the question of the night. I stared at the skirt in my hands and let my eyes drift over to the Mary Jane stripper heels, before rolling them at the whole scenario. I've always prided myself on being open sexually and game to try anything, but I didn't know if I could pull this one off.

Random A fun fact: I don't usually go beyond two or three different phrases in the heat of sex talk. The reason being, I think I sound very, very special, and not the OMG-look-at-her-take-that-whole-banana special, more like the I-confused-snack-foods-for-my-vagina special (see Twitter). So this then has me limiting myself to a few key phrases I have grown comfortable saying.

This obviously doesn't lend itself to being a genius sexy-kitten role player. So, with visions of him thinking he is fucking William Shatner in a plaid skirt, I was a bit apprehensive to fulfill this particular fantasy. This is when my real acting skills shine. I could charm the pants off of a nun, so I quickly started trying to come up with ways and excuses not to do this.

So far the only go-to move I could come up with was to just be naked and waiting, and get his dick inside of my mouth as quickly as possible. Maybe he wouldn't notice the lack of pigtails and super itchy skirt. In a mild, sarcastic panic for a bit, I indulged the fantasies of pleading illness or insanity (I call it the snack food defense), before coming to grips that I had to at least try.

Sigh. He'd indulged the things I wanted to try, and the nightmare of getting all of that honey out of his chest hair meant that I owed it to him to at least attempt the school girl thing. On went the white knee highs which I couldn't help but admire sliding over my smooth, tan legs. Naughty red lace thong gracing the ample ass I'd come to love, that blasted skirt....

Ruby red lips in a nervous smile and a slight fidget greeted him as he came in the door. His eyes lit up in appreciation as he took in the sight of me, and my body relaxed. William Shatner or no, I knew we were going to have a great time together. He came over to take me in his arms and I made some coy remark about "Oh Mr. So-and-So! What are you doing!?" because it was his fantasy and he was breaking the rules.

It was bad... The only thing missing was the dramatic hand placed against my forehead and the fluttering of my lashes. He laughed. A lot. I laughed. Role playing just wasn't something I was ever going to be good at, but laughter during sex I can handle.

He tumbled me to the bed, and I am grateful to say, the rest of the evening was just "Let's fuck A with a plaid skirt on and try to avoid getting stabbed with the stripper heels" instead of the Shakespearean acting session I had been dreading all day.

Sometimes, as long as you try, the failed attempts at kink can be just as hot and fulfilling as those you can do like a pro.

Clueless

Click and play: The Whole Story Needs this Song!

Once upon a time, I had a lover. He was goofy, crazy, and quite the nerd. Within a week of us being intimate with each other, I realized that he was clueless with what to play for make out music - and I mean CLUELESS.

The first hint was given one day when I came over to his house. Being new, we were still impressing each other. I looked hot, all dolled up and sexy. He immediately pulled me over to the bed, and we started kissing. He had roommates, so I pulled back, and breathlessly suggested, "put on some music to block us out."

"Good idea," he said, and proceeded to disappear over the foot of the bed, where his CDs were stored. I heard some shuffling around, and then he popped his head up, holding a CD proudly inquires: "Dr. Dre?". Now for those who don't know, Dr. Dre is gangsta rap. Not exactly romantic, or passionate sexy music.

I wasn't sure if he was kidding. "Um, no, try something else." And down again his head went with the CD, below the end of the bed.

Another hint, and the reason why you're hopefully listening to this incredibly high pitched funny dance song, is that the very next day he decided to try to be sexy for me. In all sincerity, he began to slowly unbuckle his belt, pull it out in his most provocative way, and then pushed play for his "strip" song.

Can you guess where this is going? Yep, The Hampster Dance song came on. Now, he was good looking, muscles and fit, but a true nerd. So in his sexiest moves, he began to circle his head around, maintaining eye contact with me, and then slowly lifted his shirt, pretending to move it down again to be a tease, before it came completely off. A few belly rolls, for lack of anything else to call it, and then he moved to his jeans' button, winking as he undid it. An attempt at some shuffling/bouncing type movement as he lowered his zipper. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of his jeans, and moved in a hula-type fashion while moving the sides of his jeans up on one side and down on the other, and then back again. A few repetitions of this, he turned around, and then yanked down his pants, with his ass nicely in the air. Once he was completely free of his jeans, he turned back around and proceeded to do the same hula dance to take off his boxers, except he didn't turn around for his ass to be the focus, this time it was on his semi-aroused cock.

What is it with men who have a naked penis freely moving? Can you guess his next signature move? It was the helicopter, in which he moved his hips so his penis swung around in circles.

Now, again, he seemed very sincere in his attempts to be sexy. He had no rhythm, and he clearly needed to go to a strip club (I took him to his first one much later in our relationship) to see what sexy moves looked like while removing clothing. But he was putting on a show for me, so I tried very very VERY hard to not laugh, but seriously...how the hell could I not?

To this day, I still have no idea if that was his idea of sexy, or if he was just joking around with me. I never wanted to insult him with "oh hey, were you for real with that hilarious strip dance?" in case that was his best effort. From then on out, I chose what we were listening to...but I can never hear The Hampster Dance song and not think of a goofy but gorgeous guy stripping unskilled for me...and smile.


Not the most wicked, but certainly humorous. See who may be wicked...



Crystal Delights Minx Bunny Tail Review

I won a beautiful minx bunny tail  from Crystal Delights during an Easter contest they had on twitter via @CrystalDToys. That's right, I finally won something... and what a something it was!

I was so excited to get my bunny tail and decided to write a review about it. I'm not being compensated, nor was I asked to, but I love it so much I couldn't resist.

This is far an away my favorite anal toy so far. The packaging was discrete ant the tail itself protected from harm in a heavy duty holder. It included a small bottle of lube and a wonderful care instruction sheet. This was invaluable to me because it is the first "tail" I've owned and had no idea how to deal with and care for the fur. Taking it out of the packaging I was struck by the quality of the craftsmanship throughout the entire product. From the quality of the hand crafted glass, to the fur of the tail, I was even more excited to get it home and test it out.

One of my favorite features about the tail, aside from the ascetics, is the size and spacing between the flared base and the bulb. My biggest problem with other plugs is that I have a big rear end. This presents a problem as my body doesn't have enough space to get around the bulb of the plug and hold between the two. With my bunny tail that problem was eliminated. With a length of 3.3", of which the insertible length is 2.8" and the bulb measures 1.3", it's deliciously sized. It is definitely a great fit for me.

My only reservation with my bunny tail was concern about the lube getting on the fur. I'm quite the lube queen when doing anything anally, and I always wanted to make sure I wasn't ruining my fur. So far, after several uses, it hasn't been a problem, but it is something I keep my eye on.

This has quickly become my favorite anal product by far out of all of the ones I have previously tried, and it looks so cute in! Obviously this isn't a plug that you would wear out under your clothes as some people like to do. It is definitely apt for a sexy little show at home though!

I look forward to trying out other products from Crystal Delights, their craftsmanship and beauty simply beg for you to try more.

TMI Tuesday: Sex

1. Have you ever considered yourself completely sexually satisfied?

Oh, absolutely. There have been a number of times where I feel like it was more than enough, like the night I was tied and blindfolded. It was the perfect combination of excitement, teasing, experimentation, and having my partner know what I needed.

2. What was the last sexy photo you took?

The last Sinful Sunday, a pinstripe corset and skirt pulled up to expose ass. My dearest sister had to put makeup on my ass to cover some bruising from a spanking, an experience we kept joking about never imagining going through

3. When was the last sexy photo you took AND sexted? What was it of and to whom was it sent?

Some of the photos that my sis took I sent to my partner, who was not with me. He replied with a few yummy ideas of what he wanted to do, and of course I came back with some decadent ideas as well. I was in numerous pieces of lingerie, since I sent an array photos.

4. How is your sex-life?
a. Like a wet blanket
b. Like a warm cozy comforter
c. Like an electric blanket getting you all heated up
d. None of the above, I sleep without covers

c. Like an electric blanket getting you all heated up: we have always added new elements, but slowly, so it's comfortable but not what I'd describe "cozy". Cozy, to me, implies settled, tucked, standard. We never get into any routines, and we are always evolving. Heating things up. That doesn't mean we don't stick with a particular "favorite" positon for a week or more, but there are far too many possibilities, and we like exploring, not to mention almost every session we go through several positions. And my goodness, but my man gets me so hot and bothered. Since reading blogs, however, we've really increased the speed in which we change and I suggest/demand new things.

5. What’s your idea of good foreplay?

A long session of it, starting with my mind with the promise or hint of what is to come, compliments throughout the day, shared fantasies, and when we do come together: passion and attention to each other - unhurriedly but with an intensity.
For myself, it would be nice if I could orgasm before he even penetrates me.

Bonus: Can you have a great, long-lasting sex life with the same partner? How?

Absolutely, by communicating, continuing to fantasize and share, experimenting, giving each other independence so there is space to close when together, and looking at each with new/fresh perspectives as we change and grow.

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Great Things

I get out of a shower and go into the bedroom, sore from just working out,when he greets me naked on the bed. His smile is seductive, his eyes are confident and mischievous; he is stretched out fully in the middle of the bed, already hard. I laugh and state that I am sore, to not expect great things from me at the moment, but shed my robe. His eyes light up when I stretch my sore body next to his, intentionally rubbing skin to skin. He suggests then, that great things need to come from him.

I can only nod in agreement as suddenly his mouth is upon my nipple, the other hand squeezing my other breast, fingers discover and pull the nipple hard. His fingers rolled the nipple, his mouth pulling the other, hard, until I catch my breath with pain and pleasure. He moves, the cold air hitting the sensitive nubs, and positions his face between my legs. I spread them a little further, bend my knees slightly out, and he pulls apart my lips, and immediately his hot mouth is upon me. His movements are focused, practiced, determined, and he has no intentions of playing the tease.

I am pressing into his mouth, his warm breath against my tender pink sex. His tongue flicks back and forth, then circles around my clitoris. He stays there until I try to shift his mouth lower by moving my pelvis up. He slips one finger around my moist entrance, taunts, softly tracing the lips, dips in slightly and spreads the moisture around, before slowly sinking in. Then two fingers slip inside, curl and press into my g-spot, and probe in accompaniment to his tongue. He begins to suck, his free arm grips my thigh and holds me forcefully there, slows my bucking hips. As his mouth moves harder, his tongue a solid, slick presence against my pearl, his fingers move faster and harder until I am arching into him, panting, moaning, clenching down hard on his fingers, climaxing, drenching his hand.  

I am dizzy, still on the verge of coming down from the cloudy plane of pleasure, when I feel his cock draw me open, quickly thrusting and fucking, my own juices oiling against any friction or resistance, and I am right back up on that surreal fantasy of an orgasm, barely able to breathe, unable to contain my screams in pitch with his plunging in and out. Everything is tense, my thighs gripping, my hips rising up to meet him, falling with his answering weight, muscles clutching his hard shaft, my legs wrapped around pulling him deeper, toes curling, arms around his shoulders and arms, fingers digging into skin as if I'm afraid of falling, nails marking him as surely as his body is bruising mine. I milk him, force him to travel to the finish with me.

I am aware of the pounding in my ears, harsh breathing, his weight pressing me into the mattress though slightly reduced where he's lightly braced on elbows. He rolls over to his side, takes me with him, adjusts so I am also on my side facing away, one arm is my pillow, another arm wraps around me, my butt nestled against his now glorious spent member; we're as pressed together as possible. He brushes my still wet hair away from my face, tenderly kisses me, a sharp contrast to our fucking. Tells me that I am beautiful, and that he is a lucky man. I quip that he is surely a man capable of great things.

Read some more great things for the weekend.

Sisterly Specifics

My sister is exquisitely beautiful, with an almost exotic look. She does not always realize her own beauty, but recently is becoming more comfortable in her own skin. The evidence is in the tactful, but semi naked, pictures she sent me. It is just not the curve of her hip, the swell of her beasts, the deep dark eyes, the long and almost always perfect hair.
She is intelligent, quick witted, humorous. She has a loud voice and an even louder laugh. She quirks up an eyebrow that conveys a whole paragraph in meaning. She excitedly talks with her hands. She loves, hopes, optimistically. She's always up for adventures and very often creates chaos that she miraculously escapes from unscathed. She's impulsive. Caring and considerate. She has a great "O" face that she displays when drunk for giggles, that she disliked immediately upon seeing a picture of. She used to say her makeup was her best asset, refused to believe it couldn't be an asset.
She refuses to bow down, to be judged, to be swayed. She's opinionated and feisty.
She may be taller than me (by just a smidgen) but she's my little sister, my cohort in crime, and my first experience taking care of (BTW, I failed miserably at it) another person.

TMI Tuesday

1. I’m the type of person that likes to be adventurous, dare I say, even entertained, in bed.

2. If the sexiest person I know propositioned me for sex, I would say yes and try not to stare the whole time .

3. The worst part about summer when I am naked is as hot as we get together, we are as cooled down as it's going to get .

4. I regret my first year pushing you away and trying to get you to sleep around .

5. The last sexual/kinky thing I expected to like was the imprint of your hand on my ass .

6. Recently, I exhausted someone.

Bonus: You have been kidnapped by lesbians and dragged into a lesbian orgy, what are you going to do?

Hope it goes as well as I expected, and remember all the wonderful details to tell you about later.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

 

Rebel's Notes nominated us for The Very Inspiring Blogger Award. We are very grateful and appreciative for this honor; both because we are new to the welcoming sex blogging community, and Rebel's Notes is such a prominent member - and she nominated us!

 

The Rules
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.

Here are 7 things about us
1. We come from a short family. We barely top 5 foot (152 cm). (Okay, one of us isn't even that tall.)
2. We are four years apart in age.
3. We have lived separately now more years than we ever lived together (and a large part was across country.) This is mostly due to things like boarding school, or living on own as teenager, than age.
4. While both equally write, Married (M) is the more frequent commenter, editor, and decision-maker.
5. M used to sword fight (not fencing), mostly using a Civil War Saber; still has some scars.
6. Single (A) is a sub-sided rope bunny who likes to take pictures.
7. A is the one who most frequently gets out of comfort zones and bravely accepts the challenges from others, like Wicked Wednesday and Sinful Sunday.

Our nominees (Challenging when we read over 70 blogs.)

RebelsNotes Submissive to her husband, an exhibitionist, an inspiration with Wicked Wednesday, an encourager with comments. She strikes us as a positive and prominent member to the sex blogging community.

MollysDailyKiss She is a huge contributor and prominent member in the community as well. She has a tireless dedication and inspires (as well as posts) some sensual photos on her Sinful Sunday. She took on the commitment of elust, further proving her wonderful dedication to the community.

ACuriousMuse A variety of writing and photos. The ability to capture a simple moment and extend it to a masterpiece.

BetweenMySheets Stumbled on this blog immediately, and thank goodness. Her extensive list of top 100 bloggers led us to most of you! Not to mention she writes about her history and now exploring her submissive side with a wonderful dom, whom she can't push away.

DiaryofaKinkyLibrarian A self-identified slut, pervert, polyamorist, bisexual, submissive, feminist librarian; living in the NYC area. About sex and her adventures with her Dom, MasterDoc.

DumbDomme One of the few not on here for strictly erotica/stories, she hilariously writes about her own mistakes, adeptly finding the humor in situations. A Domme that cares and isn't indifferent to her boy.  Not to mention a "ruthless, capitalist, stripper whore".

EasilyAroused He takes pleasure from tantalising women with erotic fiction, and lovers around us are often the lucky recipients of the passion he incites.

ExploringSurrender About her and her husband. Lovers for more than a decade now, stories of exploration and submission. Not to mention great advice on how to make a flogger.

LadyPandorah In a long term, monogamous relationship with Mister, desire based in lust, love and BDSM. She's a switch, if she had to label, and a gifted writer.

LustfulLiterate In her eloquent words: To read is an act of voyeurism; to write is an act of exhibitionism... The writer watches, devours, and breathes out only the choicest words to capture what has been seen. Often, her breath catches, and she finds herself suffocating on the experience. The only way to survive is to exhale the events through her finger tips and let them go.

MrGsTreasure Smart, sexy, with no punches pulled.

RemittanceGirl While not a blogger that posts as frequently as many listed here, she believes that erotica should deal with the themes of  "how desire informs, changes and manipulates the lives of the characters who are desirous". A sensual and smart storyteller.

SirJaerls  Just recently added to the reading list, he's a gentleman sadist, Daddy, Master, BDSM erotica author. As he reports: unrelated parts of stories and poems and miscellaneous musings.

StrandedInToronto Already nominated, frequently questioned why not already published, he's an Atheist, Canadian, divorced father of daughters, who writes for kicks and hopes that he might get paid for it once in awhile.

SweetLust Poetry & prose. Intelligent and intimate, love and lust. Her poetry is complex, challenging, touches the soul, and inspires with imagery.

Video killed the radio star

Men have always sent me penis pictures. I don't know why. I've recently started receiving video however, and that is FAR more interesting to me.
I NEVER request the penis pictures in the first place, they just send them. It's like:
"good morning"
"good morning"
"How are you? Here is my penis."
The first time a man sent me a video of him masturbating, I was shocked. That lasted all of about half of a second before I was incredibly turned on.
I love watching a man masturbate. There's something so erotic and here it was, in my hands! A man I (kind of) knew in all his delicious glory, right there on my phone. It made my mouth water.
I never thought to request something like that! Why had all these men in my life previously been slacking off!? The possibilities now were almost endless.
The next man to send me a fully nude photo got the request put to him. Imagine my surprise when he said no...
Dude, you just sent me a picture of your hard penis, WITH YOUR FACE IN IT. I just want a POV masturbation clip. They only last like 15 seconds, and your face isn't in it.
Where is there any logic in that? So, I figured man A wasn't very bright, let's move on to the next one. However, I encountered the same problem. Now, I have a LOT of options of men to ask this of. It's the digital age and I live in a very densely populated military town. There are tons of men lining up to send me their penis. Is it too much to ask for that penis to be in action?
I've decided I'm going to start telling them I either get an action sequence or I don't want it at all. I might never have to go root out porn again! I'm definitely going to have to get a bigger memory card, and these men better start warming up their forearms, because momma wants to see some jacking off!

Mundane turn ons

 

 

For me, it is dishes. This isn't a scam that I announce to get a guy to do the dishes. No, this is a real, every day occurence turn on. Sure, there's the appeal of now I don't have to do them, I'd be lying if I said otherwise. But a man in a kitchen, sleeves pushed up (or better yet shirtless), being meticulous about cleaning, steam rising from the water, the repetitive motion of him scrubbing, wringing out the soap, his hands soapy and slippery...holy hell, I could go on of why this makes me hot.

 

Cooking is almost to the same level, for similiar reasons. The precision in which he cuts meats or veggies, the color to his cheeks from the heat of the stove or oven, creating something delectable that I will consume later, occasionally letting me taste, fingers in my mouth, eyes awaiting my approval, the fact that if I want to eat, I must leave him alone....

 

I had a lover who would strip naked to both cook and do dishes. He would constantly have to swat me away from him when he was cooking; he would wink playfully knowing the effect it had on me. I would have to patiently wait (not an easy thing for me), for him to be done with his task; he wouldn't let me distract too much. I would just sit and stare and fantasize and finally pounce once he was ready; I was already worked up by that point. He could lift me onto the counter and slide right in if he so desired.

 

In speaking to some friends of mine, some of us do have the routine, mundane chores that turn us on. One friend loves when he pulls the towels from the dryer onto the bed, and then pulls his lover on top of them. They are enveloped immediately in the clean smell, and the heat. For myself, I think I'd have to clean the damn towels again, but it still sounds appealing. Maybe I'll try it and see.

 

And of course, I am curious. What other, everyday chores are turning on others, and what is the appeal? It would be nice to view other tasks in an exciting new light.

 



Thoughts from A:
Moving! Carrying those boxes? Oh yeah baby! Grunts from the weight, the appearance of effortlessness when I knew damn well that box weighs a ton. Then setting up the bed, and before even putting sheets on, just getting tossed on up and taken for a ride.

I also live near trees so believe it or not you see a lot of wood chopping. Sweat glistening, a streak of dirt smeared thoughtlessly across a forehead, every muscle rippling with the fluid swing of the axe. And the military guys around here like to show off what all the physical training gave them, so they're mostly shirtless, sweaty, man. Yum!

Blow off some steam

I'm attracted to military men. There, I've said it. There is so much to be attracted to besides just the job/stability.

One word: uniforms.

Good God! My favorite thing is to see him come home, and as I stop him from bending down to remove his boots, I drop to my knees and slowly unbutton his cammie trousers... One by one the buttons part to release his dick, already hard with desire; he knows what is coming.

My mouth waters and I become moist just at the sight of that gorgeous cock standing proud at attention out of his uniform. And as I wrap my lips around his head and slowly slide his shaft into my eager mouth, his hand goes to my soft hair, and a sigh escapes his lips.

As the momentum builds I'm no longer in control. I plead with him to fuck my face until he can't take it anymore and he forcefully bends me over the couch and enters me swiftly, knowing I'm already so prepared for him from just the sight of him in his uniform. My skirt tossed roughly up, panties ripped down. As he fills my body and pummels me into the couch I cannot keep from screaming his name and I feel the rough fabric of his well worn cammies rubbing my skin because the trousers are still half on.

As he fills me with his release I cannot help but to find my own as I tighten around him.
This is just one thing, out of so many things I love about a military man, but truly there is nothing better than getting your face fucked while he's in his cammies... Except for their dress uniform and that is a whole different delicious entry in its entirety.