B loves going down on me, and I love that he loves to do it. Our sexual realtionship started with him begging to go down on me and I've been addicted to his tongue ever since. He is simply a master of this craft. We can be sitting on the couch watching tv and he will turn to me and ask if he can lick my pussy. Sometimes I turn him down just to make him beg and let me tell you, there is nothing sexier than a man begging to go down on you.
The "problem" is this: I cannot bring myself to straddle his face. He has been asking me for months to do this. I don't know if maybe I am too uncomfortable with myself, or maybe I am afraid I will suffocate him? Its not that I don't think I will enjoy it, there is just something that stops me every time he asks.
Last night, with a little liquid courage I got as close as I ever have to attempting this act. B was sitting on the floor in front of the couch and I stood in front of him, still not sure at this point that I could do it, but I put one knee over his shoulder, rested it on the couch and lowered myself onto him. It felt great, but for some reason I just couldn't let myself enjoy it.
Afterward, he told me how happy he was that I finally did it and how much he enjoyed it. I have a feeling this wasn't the last time I will try and hopefully I will be able to toss my fears aside and enjoy.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The Beginning, Part I
I suppose everyone has that moment when they reflect back on their very first sexual thoughts and actions. For some, I am sure they are unfortunate memories which are probably better off locked away forever, but for myself they seemed to come from nowhere.
I grew up in the Midwest and while I did not consider myself to come from a conservative place, living in different parts of the country in my adult life has led me to rescind that idea. Aside from the obligatory sex ed classes in school, sex was just not something talked about in my family. There were no "birds and bees" discussions with my parents and by the time they found out I had lost my virginity, I already owned a vibrator, had cyber sex, and probably watched more porn than anyone I knew. Maybe that didn't make me an expert, but it had definitely opened my eyes.
While I don't remember my first thoughts of sex, I vaguely remember when I first started to act upon them. I think the first time was in kindergarten. It was one of those "I'll let you touch mine, if you let me touch yours" type of moments. It happened in the hallway of the apartment we were living in with the son of my moms friend. He did let me touch his, but when it came time to reciprocate, I high tailed back to my house and never looked back.
The next time I remember wasn't long after the first and also my first embarrasing sexual moment. I was in the first grade at this point and one of my friends came over to stay the night. We were lying in my little twin bed, getting ready to go to sleep and I remember us having some conversation about sex (although I am fairly sure neither of us actually said that word or even knew what it meant). This evolved into us taking off our clothes and rubbing against each other. Maybe we thought we could cause enough friction to start a fire, who knows.
The embarrassing part came the next morning. I don't remember what we were doing that morning, but it probably had something to do with Barbies. Maybe Ken got a little frisky? I doubt it though, as all of my female Barbies were lesbian sluts who probably left Ken in Barbie's Corvette while they had a big orgy. Either way, somehow me and my friend ended up back in my bed trying to start a fire with our flesh. This time, however, my dad decided to pop in and check on us.
As much as I wish I could, I can't forget the look of confusion and disbelief on his face. He asked what we were doing and I remember trying to make up some excuse about taking a nap (naked. on top of my friend.). Under the blankets I was frantically trying to put my clothes back on, but it was no use. We were caught like that time Ken caught Barbie and Skipper in the hot tub (those dirty bitches). In the end, my Dad sent my friend home and I spent the rest of the day embarrassed in my room, and probably still doing lewd things to my dolls.
I grew up in the Midwest and while I did not consider myself to come from a conservative place, living in different parts of the country in my adult life has led me to rescind that idea. Aside from the obligatory sex ed classes in school, sex was just not something talked about in my family. There were no "birds and bees" discussions with my parents and by the time they found out I had lost my virginity, I already owned a vibrator, had cyber sex, and probably watched more porn than anyone I knew. Maybe that didn't make me an expert, but it had definitely opened my eyes.
While I don't remember my first thoughts of sex, I vaguely remember when I first started to act upon them. I think the first time was in kindergarten. It was one of those "I'll let you touch mine, if you let me touch yours" type of moments. It happened in the hallway of the apartment we were living in with the son of my moms friend. He did let me touch his, but when it came time to reciprocate, I high tailed back to my house and never looked back.
The next time I remember wasn't long after the first and also my first embarrasing sexual moment. I was in the first grade at this point and one of my friends came over to stay the night. We were lying in my little twin bed, getting ready to go to sleep and I remember us having some conversation about sex (although I am fairly sure neither of us actually said that word or even knew what it meant). This evolved into us taking off our clothes and rubbing against each other. Maybe we thought we could cause enough friction to start a fire, who knows.
The embarrassing part came the next morning. I don't remember what we were doing that morning, but it probably had something to do with Barbies. Maybe Ken got a little frisky? I doubt it though, as all of my female Barbies were lesbian sluts who probably left Ken in Barbie's Corvette while they had a big orgy. Either way, somehow me and my friend ended up back in my bed trying to start a fire with our flesh. This time, however, my dad decided to pop in and check on us.
As much as I wish I could, I can't forget the look of confusion and disbelief on his face. He asked what we were doing and I remember trying to make up some excuse about taking a nap (naked. on top of my friend.). Under the blankets I was frantically trying to put my clothes back on, but it was no use. We were caught like that time Ken caught Barbie and Skipper in the hot tub (those dirty bitches). In the end, my Dad sent my friend home and I spent the rest of the day embarrassed in my room, and probably still doing lewd things to my dolls.
Monday, July 30, 2007
What sex life?
I think that pretty much sums it up.
I'd love to be regaling you with a tale of our latest sexcapade, but its so pathetic I am sure you would never navigate to my crappy little page ever again. The fantastic, mind-blowing, leg-buckling sex that B and I used to have is a distant memory. I am beginning to wonder if it actually happened.
Whether or not B wants to have sex is always dictated by how things are going in our lives and lately they haven't been so great. Our relationship is fine, but everything else seems to have momentarily crumbled. Lucky for me (and all of my vibrators) things are looking up. Hopefully my next post will be really, really, dirty.
I'd love to be regaling you with a tale of our latest sexcapade, but its so pathetic I am sure you would never navigate to my crappy little page ever again. The fantastic, mind-blowing, leg-buckling sex that B and I used to have is a distant memory. I am beginning to wonder if it actually happened.
Whether or not B wants to have sex is always dictated by how things are going in our lives and lately they haven't been so great. Our relationship is fine, but everything else seems to have momentarily crumbled. Lucky for me (and all of my vibrators) things are looking up. Hopefully my next post will be really, really, dirty.
Friday, June 15, 2007
he's baaaack!
*insert sigh of relief here*
Recently B and I have been hitting the gym every day, and sometimes twice a day, and since then we have both become new people. We're feeling a ton better and we have so much energy. Enough it seems, to get back to fucking like the bunnies we were a few months ago. Although we felt better right away, the first few days we were too sore to actually act on our refreshed state of horniness, but after that brief warm up period we are back on track.
Another great part of going to the gym is that we've been working out together. I've been hitting the weights with the big kids and he's been joining me in Body Pump classes. It's nice to spend time together that doesn't involve sitting in front of the tv, drinking, eating or a combination of all three. I highly recommend this to any couple!
Since we've started playing more, we figured we would buy some new toys. We're looking forward to the arrival of this, well B especially. He keeps asking when I think its going to arrive. Once it does, I'll let you know how well it works.
Recently B and I have been hitting the gym every day, and sometimes twice a day, and since then we have both become new people. We're feeling a ton better and we have so much energy. Enough it seems, to get back to fucking like the bunnies we were a few months ago. Although we felt better right away, the first few days we were too sore to actually act on our refreshed state of horniness, but after that brief warm up period we are back on track.
Another great part of going to the gym is that we've been working out together. I've been hitting the weights with the big kids and he's been joining me in Body Pump classes. It's nice to spend time together that doesn't involve sitting in front of the tv, drinking, eating or a combination of all three. I highly recommend this to any couple!
Since we've started playing more, we figured we would buy some new toys. We're looking forward to the arrival of this, well B especially. He keeps asking when I think its going to arrive. Once it does, I'll let you know how well it works.
Monday, June 11, 2007
the next morning
While I was hoping for a great story to follow up my disappointing one, I am sad to report that all I have is another disappointing story.
After I went back into the bedroom, still frustrated and wondering what to do, I slipped into bed next to B and started playing with my one of my favorite toys. Of course I was hoping he would hear all the noise I was making and feel all of the squirming I was doing, wake up, and ravage me.
No such luck.
I may as well have been laying next to him knitting a damn sweater. Now normally I am great at cumming as quick as need be and this particular morning I needed it to be quick. I am fairly sure I had my own version of blue balls - ouch - but as I laid there, legs spread wide, thinking of all the dirty, dirty, things that make me cum not a damn thing happened for TWENTY MINUTES. Twenty long, agonizing, not-even-pleasurable minutes. It was like a chore or an obstacle course! By the time it finally came I was sore and it was painful and I was still horny.
Finally cumming, however, did allow me to finally fall asleep around 6:30 a.m., but I woke up again around 10:30, even hornier. I rolled over and looked at B, I could tell he was slightly awake and was hoping he was ready for some play time. I rubbed my palm over his back and down across his (delicious) ass. He moaned and nudged against my hand. I rubbed a little more, sliding my finger along is cheeks and pushing it slightly between them - more moaning and nudging. At this point I figured FINALLY! I'm gonna get some! I reached over and grabbed some lube and put a little on my index finger and rolled back. At this point he had rolled over on his back and I slid my finger toward his hole and my mouth around his cock.
This story sounds like it HAS to be going somewhere good, right? *SIGH* Not quite. After some time doing the afore mentioned, I let off and hoped he would take some kind of initiative, but no. Not a thing happened after that. And so, I haven't had sex since late Friday night, and tonights not looking so great for me either.
Better luck next time?
After I went back into the bedroom, still frustrated and wondering what to do, I slipped into bed next to B and started playing with my one of my favorite toys. Of course I was hoping he would hear all the noise I was making and feel all of the squirming I was doing, wake up, and ravage me.
No such luck.
I may as well have been laying next to him knitting a damn sweater. Now normally I am great at cumming as quick as need be and this particular morning I needed it to be quick. I am fairly sure I had my own version of blue balls - ouch - but as I laid there, legs spread wide, thinking of all the dirty, dirty, things that make me cum not a damn thing happened for TWENTY MINUTES. Twenty long, agonizing, not-even-pleasurable minutes. It was like a chore or an obstacle course! By the time it finally came I was sore and it was painful and I was still horny.
Finally cumming, however, did allow me to finally fall asleep around 6:30 a.m., but I woke up again around 10:30, even hornier. I rolled over and looked at B, I could tell he was slightly awake and was hoping he was ready for some play time. I rubbed my palm over his back and down across his (delicious) ass. He moaned and nudged against my hand. I rubbed a little more, sliding my finger along is cheeks and pushing it slightly between them - more moaning and nudging. At this point I figured FINALLY! I'm gonna get some! I reached over and grabbed some lube and put a little on my index finger and rolled back. At this point he had rolled over on his back and I slid my finger toward his hole and my mouth around his cock.
This story sounds like it HAS to be going somewhere good, right? *SIGH* Not quite. After some time doing the afore mentioned, I let off and hoped he would take some kind of initiative, but no. Not a thing happened after that. And so, I haven't had sex since late Friday night, and tonights not looking so great for me either.
Better luck next time?
Saturday, June 9, 2007
oh, and one other thing!
Lately when B and I have been fooling around, I've been playing with one of my dildos while giving him a blowjob. Afterwards he makes these comments about how much I seem to like that and hope he can tell I want two guys. Now, I have to admit this is virgin territory to me, but it does sound like a good time.
The problem - which I am sure is quite common - is that I wouldn't want any jealousy issues or crap like that. I have pretty much brushed his comments off until tonight when he made one and I asked him if it was something he would like to do. In not so many words he said yes. So how to proceed? If anyone is reading this, I would appreciate ANY input!
Merci bien!
The problem - which I am sure is quite common - is that I wouldn't want any jealousy issues or crap like that. I have pretty much brushed his comments off until tonight when he made one and I asked him if it was something he would like to do. In not so many words he said yes. So how to proceed? If anyone is reading this, I would appreciate ANY input!
Merci bien!
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