I walked upstairs and closed the bedroom door. Too many wank sessions have been interrupted by whiny kids; I’ve learned from my mistakes. After grabbing the lube, njoy, and a towel I climbed up on the bed. Although I have done it several ways, I have found that putting the njoy in by myself is easier if I’m squatting on my knees. And doing it while I cum is just extra fun for me.
Sitting on my knees I began flipping through tumblr. I have several go to pages. Lately I’ve been a sucker for MFM threesomes. They just turn me into a dripping puddle in record time. But, for whatever reason, I could find anything that really sucked me in. I kept flipping through photos and videos, looking for the perfect scene. It’s hard when you know what you want. And I wanted to see a sexy spit-roast.
You know the shot. It’s often in black and white. She’s stretched across the bed, looking eagerly at one man’s cock. She’s massaging his thigh, begging him to lean in closer. At the same time the other gentleman is thrusting into her cunt. Holding her hips and pushing her mouth into the other man’s cock. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s just hot. And it was exactly what I wanted at that moment to help me cum.
The photo wasn’t coming around though. I flipped through my favorites and couldn’t find anything close. It wasn’t until I went down a rabbit hole of new people that I stumbled across what I needed. What I craved.
I lubed up the Njoy and grabbed my Doxy. I put my phone on the bed in front of me so I could zone in on the short video (set to repeat) while I put the plug in. I was turned on in seconds. The doxy worked it’s magic wonderfully as my body tried to relax.
The njoy was cold, but it quickly warmed by my thighs. Or maybe I just didn’t notice. Because, as I continued to press the njoy inside me, I was also pressing the doxy against my clit. My orgasm was seconds away and it was a now or never moment. I leaned into the doxy and up onto my knees. My body relaxed as I groaned and the njoy found it’s home. But all this happened so fast, I didn’t really feel any of it.
All I could feel was the painful tingling of my legs waking up from being asleep.
The entire time I had been searching for the perfect porn I had been sitting back on my knees, and they had gone numb. When I leaned forward in the height of my orgasm they shot back to life in an intense wave of pins and needles.
My orgasm was ruined and all I could do was roll onto my side and wait for the pain to subside. I was so embarrassed. I walked downstairs. My husband asked if I was alright. I told him I spent so long looking for porn that my legs went numb and they decided to wake up in the middle of my orgasm.
“Is someone there?” Alice looked around. She hoped that no one would answer. It had been a long day and the idea of lounging on the couch naked and unwinding to some porn sounded lovely. After another beat of silence Alice decided the coast was clear. Her purse hit the counter as she quickly unbuttoned her pants and walked into the living room. Suzanne and Mattie were supposed to be working late, but she double checked that the front door was locked, just in case. A few extra seconds warning was better than nothing; not that she was ashamed, but no point making things more awkward than necessary.
Alice ran to her room and grabbed her favorite toy and a DVD she hadn’t watched in ages. She stopped for a towel in the hall closet and popped the DVD in on her way to the couch. Laying out the towel to save any uncomfortable explanations later, she laid down on it and waited for the movie menu.
It was an old porno that she has bought from one of those Lion’s Den roadside rests on a dare in college. Everyone else on the road-trip probably assumed she had thrown it away. But it had, instead, become one of her favorites. She would fully admit to it being cheesy, gratuitous lesbian porn. Made for men, obviously. However, the girls were hot and watching women go down on each other is always amazing.
Pressing play Alice lay back against the cushion and grabbed her trusty vibrator. Trying to ease herself in she just rubbed her clit with it turned off as she watched the horrible opening dialogue.
Then she heard a notice behind her. She quickly turned off the movie and hid the vibrator behind her thigh. Laying in silence she waited for someone to walk in, but no one came. Alice chalked it up to hearing things; she really was too tense these days.
Quickly turning the porn back on she lost patience with herself. She wanted to enjoy herself, but that wasn’t going to happen until she had at least one orgasm and could fully relax. Grabbing the vibrator she turned it on it’s medium setting and began rubbing her outer lips. The women in the film were moaning now and so was she. She was practically dripping when she started moving the dildo in and out of her cunt. For her it wasn’t really about the penetration, it was about hitting her entrance and clit at the same time. Soon she found a good rhythm and came hard. Her moans drowned out those of the blond on the tv as the week’s stress was finally released.
After she stopped twitching Alice turned the vibrator speed to low and just watched the two women suckle each other’s nipples. She knew she wanted another, and watching this would certainly help. Closing her eyes for a moment she sunk even more into the soft couch. Then a low moan made her open her eyes. Neither of women’s voices were that deep. Where did it come from?
She paused the video again and only heard silence. These odd interruptions were disrupting her masturbation time and she wasn’t at all pleased. Getting up, she walked naked into the kitchen, swinging her vibrator (still on, by the way) in her hand. Silence filled the kitchen as she got a glass of water and wandered back into the living room. The DVD had paused in an amazing freeze frame of a tongue mid-lick of a plump pink clit. It was so arousing Alice didn’t even press play. Instead, she lay back down and used her one hand on her nipple along with the vibrator. The photo alone was enough to bring her her second orgasm.
Alice lay on the couch; a puddle of relaxed and happy goo. She considered going for a third, but wanted to enjoy the endorphins for a bit first. Then she heard another moan followed by a thump. She shot up on the couch, but nothing had fallen or was out of place.
Alice growled. She refused to get freaked out over nothing. Hitting play again she returned to her nipple and clit. This time she turned the vibrator to it’s highest setting. Before things got any freakier she was going to try and shatter herself. Thrusting the vibrator in deep and then slowly pulling it out across her lips to her clit she was soon a quivering mess. Again she thought she heard another moan, but she pushed through with determination toward her orgasm. Watching the two women sixty-nine each other was going to put her over the edge. She put the vibrator against her clit and pushed hard while pinching her nipple until it hurt. All three women moaned together, but Alice was only one to shatter. She squirted all over the towel as she came in waves against the vibrator.
The women in the film kept at it, but Alice was spent. She lay in a gooey mass on the couch for several minutes until the calm was firmly cemented into her brain. When she got up the towel was soaked as well as a few drops that had escaped it’s coverage. Giving the couch a quick wipe with a dry part of the towel, she hoped it would dry before anyone would notice.
Walking toward her room to put the towel in the hamper and throw on some grunge clothes she stepped on something sticky. When she rubbed her foot and smelled her hand in an effort to determine the substance it smelled like cum. Not from her, but from a man. Her knowledge and experience with semen was limited, but she was nearly positive that was what this was. However, for it to be this ‘fresh’ the owner of said semen would had to been in the house quiet recently.
Once in her room, Alice put on a cami and some panties. She heard her phone ring in the living room and ran to catch it. It was just a notification of a text message from Becca.
Hey Slut! Did you get some release this afternoon?
Yeah, very much needed squirty orgasms 🙂
Not sure a needed to know that, but yeah!
Are you busy? Could you come over?
I don’t want to see your squirty orgasms. But yeah, let me drop off the shopping and I’ll over. What’s wrong?
I think a male ghost jerked off to me masturbating.
Wow, another great video memory that I can add to my growing collection of personal porn movies. The movies help me remember and feed my hunger during the long absences that, for better worse, define our relationship. We’ve always shared our deepest fantasies and desires. I recall the earliest video moment he shared with me. A very simple solo wanking session in the shower. Simple, but for me that movie always held a special place in the development of our relationship. Its lucky that I live in the digital age otherwise I’d have worn the tape out by now given how many times I’ve revisited that scene.
It was wonderful to see each other again after such a long wait. I love that we were able to give the gift of ourselves to each other again. There are so many things left on both our lists, but we celebrate and cherish each one as we achieve it as if its the most important thing in the world to us at that point in time. The celebration serves to ensure a re-commitment to our friendship that was forged all those years ago when this type of connection wasn’t possible and keeps it fresh when we are apart.
Our play that morning started out fairly tame. I was still recovering from the spanking session the night before and we were both a bit worn down. Only seeing each other a few times a year leaves us pouncing on each other from the time we get off the plane until we have a tearful goodbye. After the intensity of the night before, I wasn’t expecting more than a cuddle and maybe some gentle fucking. And that’s how we started off, but as it is often the case we just can’t accept vanilla. We always need to be doing something new, exploring our sexuality and trying things we haven’t been able to with other partners.
I’d taken top position this morning, gently rocking backwards and forwards. Slowly impaling myself deliciously onto his cock with repeated moans. All he had to do was lie there and enjoy it. Well, he did do a bit more and my nipples were thankful for the tongue and teeth action. After a few minutes he whispered in my ear to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl. He’d always wanted to watch his cock enter my pussy from that angle. He had also mentioned that it provided the perfect platform for some anal fun.
As always, I was happy to oblige. Spinning around quickly I resumed my back and forth rocking action. I heard appreciative sighs and comments from him as I went about my business. I was soon moaning myself as the angle hit my g-spot with precision. Then I felt his hands on my butt cheeks. He started a slow circular motion with his hands, opening my cunt and ass to his gaze.
By this time I was getting aroused and my wetness was dripping down my thighs. He next reached out and scoped up some of the wetness on to his fingers which he then applied to my anus. He went back a few more times and when he felt my ass was lubed enough he slowly inserted a finger into my ass. His pace was maddening slow but I could sense his awe and fascination in what he was doing. After a while he added a finger from his opposite hand. In tandem he used them to pry me open. From his breathing he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. And so was I. My wetness grew as did the urgency of my rocking. A minute later we were slamming into each other, the noise of slapping flesh reverberating around the room.
As our excitement grew, our motions increased in urgency. With a guttural cry he released my ass and grabbed my hips. He pulled me down hard and held me there as he pumped his load of cum into my quivering vagina. I collapsed forward, keeping him inside me. I could feel him slowly softening.
Just before I was going to hop off and swing around for a cuddle I felt him pulling me backwards, wanting me to back up his body. It took me a second to realize what he wanted and when I did I was eager to take this opportunity. I had often spoken about having someone lick their cum from me after they fucked me. As most of my other partners were either dominant or vanilla no one has been inclined to do so. I tried to hold his cum inside of me as I positioned myself with my knees either side of his head. Leaning forward and supporting myself on my arms I positioned my open pussy just above his mouth.
He reached up with both hands and gentle pulled my labia apart. Lifting his head he gave me a quick lick before lying back. Encouraging me to push his cum out of my pussy I strained and pushed as hard as I could. Initially I couldn’t feel anything but after a short while I could feel his cum slowly sliding down my inner labia. His obvious excitement at this was evidenced in his heavy breathing and occasional gasps. The first drip was quite small, but the second one was much larger. He managed to get both drops straight into his mouth. Swallowing deeply I could sense his savoring of the mix of juices and tastes of both of us.
He then set upon my open pussy devouring it like a starving man. He couldn’t get enough of me. Licking and sucking. The occasional finger seeking out any remaining cum. He kept at this for a long while and my excitement grew once more. Sensing this he went at my clit with his tongue. Bring me to a second and third shuddering orgasm.
After coming down from the climax I spun around and gave him the biggest, sloppiest kiss I could give. We hugged and cuddled for awhile, but eventually needed some food. Begrudgingly, we rose from the bed and had a soapy handsy shower together.
As I hit the stop button I mused that it would have been good to have captured the shower scene as well. Instead I roll the video back to the beginning and hit play again. Oh well, there is always next time.
Because Jack and I live quite a distance apart, we generally chat on twitter or via text. We talk mostly about our families and how much we want to be fucking each other at that moment. Jokes and kid’s quotes get shared for the other to read when the other wakes up. The time change, while annoying, is manageable as we both put in the effort. As with any long-distance relationship, it takes work.
We also share a lot of photos. Most are selfies, taken during our conversations to depict a certain mood or response. I’ll admit to sending quite a few boob pics and if I think my hair looks particularly good that day I’ll see if he agrees. Basically our relationship is a bit of a teenage romance for me. Except with a lot more dirty talk and mutual masturbation. So, nothing teenage about it. And I’m sure it depends on how you define romance. I’m a beer and burgers with a B movie kind of girl rather than a wine and escargot with opera.*
There are also a number of nudes and dick pics. I don’t want to say how many, we’ll go with a lot. Some videos too. Many saved on my phone for occasions when I need a little help (not help doing dishes, if that’s not obvious). I still maintain, hearing him moan my name as he cums is the hottest thing. Which is my not so subtle segway into today’s Poly Problem – Sharing porn.
Jack and I were chatting the other day, as we often do. Conversation turned to sexy things that he’d like to do to me (one of my favorite topics). A steamy photo or two were exchanged and I asked him if I could have another video. I have a thing about watching him jerk off. He will send me a video from time to time, often with a good moan of my name included. I have a great one from when he was here in December on loop right now. Getting a new one is always a gooey present. This time he had an interesting response:
“Sure I can send you one. It doesn’t have any names in it as I sent it to Jill earlier. Does that bother you?”
I said it didn’t bother me and he sent the video over. I enjoyed it and didn’t give it another thought until later that night. Getting ready for bed I pulled the video back up. I thought about the fact that he had made it for Jill. That he had sent it to her first. I felt like I should be upset, but I couldn’t pin point why. I mean, I would love to have Jack all to myself for an extended period. But at the same time, I respect that we have separate lives.
I would be lying if I said that knowing that Jack sent the same photos to me that he sent to every other woman he talks to doesn’t bother me. There are times when I want something to be just for me. To have a piece of him that I don’t have to share. I’m hoping that’s normal. But does it bother me if I get a video/photo/etc. that someone else has seen? It certainly didn’t make it any less hot. And it’s not like I haven’t sent him a photo that I had previously posted on twitter or on here.
Is there an expectation with all things intimate that they be exclusive to the recipient? This falls back to one of my previous posts about thinking about someone else when you are having sex. Does that apply to masturbation as well? If you shoot a video or photo of an erection that you got while thinking about someone other than who you send it to, is it less sexy? I don’t think so, but I guess I could see how some people would think so. The rabbit hole on this can get deep very quickly.
I think maybe this is something to be sorted out with your partners on a case by case basis. Depending on how many people you play/flirt with, it may not be an issue. But to ensure that everyone feels special and appreciated when they are with you, it would be something to be up front about. I’m pretty relaxed about it, but I’m not sure I’d be thrilled to get a video with Jack moaning someone else’s name. Though, honestly, I would probably just mute it and grab my Doxy. Hey, when you find something that works for you, you don’t ask why.
*Though as a completely random note, I love The Pirates of Penzance. I can be classy…sometimes.
So for this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt I was torn between a list of people/places that I want to fuck or be fucked and a list things that I don’t give a fuck about. The former won.
Multiple Men. Well, I want to be fucked by multiple men. A traditional spit-roast is my latest fantasy. But also double penetration and MFM threesomes continue to top the list.
A BDSM club. Preforming or doing a scene in a club is something I would love to do. Partially because I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, but also because I would love the feedback. Okay, I’m way more than a ‘bit’ of an exhibitionist.
My Twitter Boyfriend. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea or not, but I would still like the experience. He and I have gotten very close over the last few years and I feel special that he is comfortable sharing his sexual fantasies with me. I just hope one day I can make at least one of them come true.
Kidnapped Scenario. I would love to negotiate a kidnap sexual adventure. Obviously with someone I trusted like Sir or the Lover. Could be a possibility if Sir’s fantasy of going to a sex camp (like Twisted Tryst) ever works out.
Public Masturbation. Again, as exhibitionist. Well, the orgasm I would give myself would be pretty amazing too. I’m sure I would be pretty embarrassed too, but only a little.
Complete Bondage. I really want to be in full movement restriction during sex. Where all I can do is be filled by who and whatever my captor chooses. Restricted orgasms sounds hot just saying it, much less experiencing it.
Fucking Machine. On more than one occasion I have written on here about how I need to have an emotional connection in order to orgasm during sex. However, the idea of experiencing, or being forced to experience (in tandem with #6) a fucking machine is very arousing.
Orgy. I don’t really know how to define this, but it still sounds fun. Maybe me and the Lover with his wife and her lover? Does that just qualify as a sort of wife swap and not an orgy? Maybe it would need to be at least five people to count. I would be willing to add a few more. You know, take one for the team. Or maybe six. I’d happily take six as well.
So still a lot of sexual exploration to do. I think my next 101 Things list will have a quite a few more sexual challenges on it. Maybe when this prompt comes around again I’ll just be able to post my completed list.
I learned something new about myself this week as I looked to boil down my definition of romance for last week’s Wicked Wednesday topic. I then got distracted by the election and family stuff that I had to put it aside. Even though I missed the prompt window I was so excited about my realization that I still want to share it.
I am immensely aroused when my partner says/moans/groans my name during sex. There is just something so erotic about that guttural noise. It wasn’t something that I had really thought about before (not clue why). I love inspiring moans from my partner. And I enjoy ‘dirty talk’ in general. But having my name spoken specifically is something I’ve not experienced before.
That sounds so crazy. I know that I’ve not had a very large pool of sexual partners, but it is odd that so far in my sexual life I’ve not met someone that does that. Looking back across my sexual encounters, most of them didn’t talk much at all. The occasional groan or ‘fuck’ was about it.
The trigger for this sexy realization was a video that the lover sent me. A mere six seconds of him stroking himself, but it was amazing. I had watched it without the sound earlier in the day and it was pretty hot. But when I finally found a few seconds without the boys I turned the sound back on my phone. As soon as I heard my name moaned from his lips I was wet. And we’re not talking a slight arousal wet. We’re talking, ‘I need to cum right fucking now’ wet. I was shocked, honestly.
A large part of it was name. I know that sounds redundant, but I mean my real name rather than my social media name. I’m not sure why that is sexier. Maybe just because so few people know it. Since starting my blog and entering the twitter world, there is so much more that seems true about that part of my life. The vanilla aspects of my personality fade. And normally I’m happy with that. I love the escapism that BDSM provides. Being my horny, subby, sarcastic self on twitter is often the highlight of my day. So having him use my vanilla name made it somehow more special. Like he was also turned on by the boring (not really that arousing) parts of me.
Responding to his voice was still a surprise for me though. But his heavy breathing and the near desperation in his tone was everything my pussy wanted to hear. And trust me, after looping those few seconds while masturbating into several orgasms, the rest of my body was pretty happy too. Something in complete opposition to the tone that my kids take when they want something or my co-workers take when they need a favor. And realistically, considering how wet I got when I heard it, it’s probably good that my family and/or work colleagues don’t have such a talent. All the extra orgasms would be great, but my clothes, furniture, and job would probably suffer a bit.
I get my Doxy back today! It has been a rough month. I’m sure our electric bill will be at least five dollars cheaper, but trips to fast food have probably gone up to ‘balance’ it. I don’t need my favorite vibrator friend to come, but it does help me come consistently. PIV rough sex makes me all gooey, but when I don’t beg to come before Sir does, he usually lets me finish up with an intense vibrating orgasm. So the last few weeks without that release after sex has been kind of mood killer. And not using it during our scenes and part of our general play has made a noticeable difference as well.
I can’t even remember what I did to lose it (I just went back and reread the old post). I will certainly monitor my comments more closely in the future. Honesty first, but I’ll have to do a better job not to put my foot in mouth quite so badly.
I think I might spend the evening hugging it, if I’m honest. And a screaming squiring orgasm is definitely in order. Since starting my job I haven’t had a chance to enjoy afternoon delights, with or without my favorite toy. So I guess it didn’t affect me as much as it would have if I was still working from home. I miss my twitter masturbation buddy. He still sends me sexy nudes as he takes care of himself from time to time. But I miss our banter as we push each other to the edge (and back again, repeatedly). Whenever I have thought of missing my Doxy this last month I have thought of him. Dirty talk and vibrations are my weakness I suppose.
I’m sure I will take a break to write again tomorrow. I’ll need to let the poor thing cool off and give my pussy a break. Work is going to seem extra long today though.
Sir’s rules about masturbation during the day are simple. I can play during the day if the kids let me (not a guarantee). If I orgasm, I have to tell him, but that’s it. I can chat and send pictures to him or others while I do so as well. Admittedly I don’t take every opportunity to do this. Sometimes when the kids are calm just sipping a cup of coffee and clicking through the Netflix cue is nice. But every once in awhile inspiration strikes. Sometimes it’s Sir giving me an order by text to put my plug in for an hour or telling me he’s hard at his desk after reading the day’s blog post. But more often than not it’s a good friend on twitter, asking for a virtual hand.
We have a great friendship that includes talking about our kids, our jobs, and our amazing nerd fascinations. We are also good at getting each other riled up. Pictures are exchanged of large bulges in pants and bras that aren’t holding much in. Soon clothes are off, hands and the Doxy are working hard. We send encouraging words with our photos as well as updates on our personal progress. I won’t speak for him, but for me, it’s a boost of confidence as I let my fantasies run wild. Touching myself is fun, but being told how sexy I am while doing it is even better.
Sharing fantasies is a nice way to get and keep a solo session fresh. And his dirty talk never fails. Knowing that I am inspiring him and helping him come. It’s amazing how good it is when I read, “That is so fucking hot!” as I let my vibrator work.
I think this has just been a great way for me to work through my juvenile thoughts on shame and masturbation. It’s only been in the last few years that I’ve been able to enjoy and relax enough to actually orgasm on my own. I think that is one of the reasons that Sir has been so supportive of my twitter fun. He likes the self-confidence boost that it gives me. So do I. I have struggled with body image and sexual shame for years, so the last few years have been an amazing experience. So having the freedom to send pictures and share sexual cravings with twitter friends without fear of judgement is a big step.
I also enjoy the casual nature of our ‘relationship’. We flirt, we masturbate together. Always with a common goal of making the other person feel sexy and desired. But it’s not all about sex. We support and share our lives as well, but hot pictures and dirty thoughts are a large part of it. And that’s what makes it fun.
My sexual nature continues to grow with my appetite for sexual experiences. Getting better at knowing my body and my own pleasure is important to me. And having someone to help encourage that process and support it has been amazing. And a bonus is we get to have hard and glorious orgasms together. It’s a win/win.
The moral of this long-winded story is that masturbation can be a fantastic group activity. And knowing that I can help someone come that is three thousand miles away is a good feeling. Certainly a perfect excuse to keep working my skills.
I was so tired. There is something about being tired that makes a duvet even more comfortable. And Sir’s arm wrapping around my waist helped me sink into the bed even more. He was understanding that I was tired from all our painting and house work; our scene wasn’t too long and he didn’t come. I felt bad about it, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I rolled over and he grabbed his phone. Sometimes he likes to jerk off while looking at Tumblr. Some of the pictures are beautifully sexy, but much more ‘hardcore’ than we currently do. I could feel him stroking himself as the bed moved slightly. I actually found it calming. When he does masturbate and I am home he will usually come in my mouth, so I feel a bit better at not servicing him more fully. So I curled into my pillow and waited for him to order my mouth into action.
His pace quickened and slowed. He is much better at edging himself and I am when I masturbate. I was a bad sub for a moment and hoped he would hurry up; I didn’t want to fall asleep and have to be awoken to catch his come. He rolled over to me and rubbed my back. I am still not used to sleeping in a camisole, but it’s worth it not to catch my piercings on something or have them get infected. I started to roll over as I took his caresses to mean that he was ready for me.
“Stay where you are.”
I started to ask why, but thought better of it. Maybe he wasn’t as close as I had hoped, or maybe he didn’t want to use my mouth tonight. That seemed unlikely, but I stayed on my side. He continued to rub my back and slipped his hand under my camisole. As comfortable as I already was, this relaxed me even more. His own pace quickened and I again considered rolling over, but his hand kept me in place, continuing to massage my lower back.
All at once his hand moved up my back and his cock brushed my skin. Warm cum shot onto my back as he held the camisole away from skin. It tickled as the hot liquid reached up to my shoulder blade. When he finished, he lay there for a moment with a gratified sigh. I started to turn over, but was stopped as he pulled his hand down along with my camisole. He rubbed my back to press the shirt into the liquid, now cooling quickly, and sticking to my skin. The feeling went from sexy to icky in an instant.
“Goodnight, Cunt.” He said will his sadistic grin as he rolled over and went to sleep.