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An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

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Elust 92

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Feeling Forced

NEEDY – a black obsession

Monogamish

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

“One Man Is Not Enough For You.”
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~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Safewords in Kink Life and in Kink Fiction

Erotic Fiction

The Anatomy Lesson
Town whore

Erotic Non-Fiction

The good girl pledge
Good Boy
From Headache to Clit Ache
Daytime: A married Valentines fantasy
Unlocking the Man…with Pieces of Me.

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Three’s Company
I hate the “One Size Fits All” approach
Safewords in Kink Life and in Kink Fiction
How great would it be if…

Poetry

Roadside Stand: A Lusty Limerick

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Dirty Money

Events

Looking back at our Eroticon Weekend

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Waiting and waiting and waiting

 

 

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Conflicted part 1

Glow

Happy Endings

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Please You to Please Me

How to suck my cock – part 1 (attitude)

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Visions of Sugarplums

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Writing About Writing

The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
Writing About It All

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
Not every hole is a goal

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

Erotic Fiction

Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
A Seasonal Affair
Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
The New Principal 4: Escape

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anal Retentive Or Just OCD?

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

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Poetry

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Mistletoe: A Lusty Limerick

 

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I laid out the towel across the duvet. I was in too much of a hurry to put the clean clothes away, so I stacked them at the foot of the bed. The toddler could wake from his nap at any moment so I didn’t have much time. I grabbed the Doxy from my night stand and threw it on the bed. I considered leaving my shirt on to save time, but nipple play sounded too good and I was soon completely naked.

His message had come through an hour before, but chores had to be done before I could stop to let it sink in. He was coming, and sooner than I ever thought possible. The tickets were purchased, the hotel room booked. He was coming to Ohio to visit me in less than three weeks; I had a lot to masturbate about.

My clit was already throbbing as I spread out on the towel. I was so close to cumming I had to start the vibrator on low so I didn’t ruin my own orgasm.

Thinking about seeing him again was so erotic. Obviously fucking him; I had been craving his cock since we parted in October. This time we were going to get two nights in a hotel and one night with Sir at home. The amount of fucking would be epic. But, even more so, we were going out on a date. A dress up, order taken by a waiter, footsie under the table dinner date. I could feel my orgasm building.

I rubbed the Doxy up and down my clit as I grabbed my inner thigh. Then I remembered all the extra effort to take off my shirt. I grabbed my nipple and practically bucked off the bed. Within moments I could barely breathe as my pussy convulsed. Frustratingly, I was right on the edge. I let go of my nipple and plunged as many fingers as I could into my cunt.

Immediately my orgasm crashed into me. I began squirting all over my hand. Containing my moans became impossible. The splashing between my legs continued as I pressed the Doxy harder against my clit. It felt like my entire body was vibrating with pleasure. Eventually, my moans and writhing stopped. I put the Doxy back on the night stand and collapsed on the bed. In a perfect world I would have taken a nap to truly enjoy my few moments of bliss. Sadly, however, one of the many people in my house would be calling for me soon. Inevitably needing something that, of course, they couldn’t manage to get on their own.

As I begrudgingly sat up I let lout a squeal of laughter. I had managed to ejaculate all over the piles of neatly folded clothes. Apparently, my estimation of my own distance capabilities was more than a tad off. Upon further inspection only the tops of both piles would need to be rewashed. I grabbed them and my towel and threw everything into the hamper. I quickly got dressed and giggled to myself as I went back downstairs. The next three weeks were going to mean a lot more laundry.

Rye's squirting evidence.

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Elust #88

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Heart stabbing

Redemption: The Sex Goddess Project

Exhibitionish

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

An Open Letter To That Cunnilingus Post

I Found Myself Over His Knee

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Writing Sex Scenes With Less Cissexism, Pt 1

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Erotic Fiction

Overlook
The Haunting of Iris Day
MERMAID??? Wicked Wednesday #229
Fear, Scents and Sounds
Lady Amore
love is love
Spray
Her Struggle
The New Principal

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Evolving Landscapes
Trust in Me
15 BEST Things About Giving Blowjobs!
With a rebel yell
What lie do you need to hear so we can Fuck?

Erotic Non-Fiction

The Brush
Tasked with asking for what I need
How Old Is Too Old For Wild Lovemaking?
Brass In Pocket
An Unstated Predicament
California Cuisine
Krystal’s First Pegging
Struggling

 

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

That Adult Bookstore Just Outside Town
Creature of the night
MISTRESS IN A DRESS – or out of it
Come Here. I want to Taste You
Terror of the cane! How to make caning sexy

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

11 Signs You Might Be a Side Guy

 

Writing About Writing

Writing Sex Scenes With Less Cissexism, Pt 1

 

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Escape Tactics

Rye's hands in her metal cuffs.

Sir and I decided to role play. I love bondage play and have always had an interest in consensual non-consent. So Sir broke out our pretty metal cuffs and some rope. He tied my ankles and cuffed my wrists. He also blindfolded me with one of our many handkerchiefs. I was then lifted on the bed and given my orders.

You are my hostage. I am going to leave and when I come back I may not be alone. I may be gone for awhile. You will sit there and think about all the dirty things I am going to do to when I get back. You are my prisoner now.

As soon as I heard the door click I was in the mindset of a hostage. I used my arm to push my blindfold off. Once I could see (though he had removed my glasses, so ‘see’ is all relative) I took in my surroundings. I was on the second floor of a house in what looked like a standard bedroom. There were lots of random items around, but first I had to address my bonds. I struggled against the ropes at my ankles, but they were tied well. I wouldn’t be able to shake them free without first getting out of my wrist cuffs. My captor had tied my ankles and put shackles on my wrists, but he had clasped them in the front of my body.

The shackle cuffs had locking pins which held them in place. I immediately began using my teeth to try and remove the pins. If I could get one off, then I could easily free myself from the other and get my legs untied. He said he would be back at any moment, so I couldn’t spend too much time focusing on how to get out of the room until I could conceivably also run. After a few minutes I got the pin to move, but trying to get it out and turned with my teeth while I couldn’t see what I was doing was proving difficult. Finally I felt the click as the pin released.

I rolled the pin around in my mouth for a moment as I thought through my next steps. I couldn’t decide whether to focus on my other wrist or untie my ankles next. I landed on the other wrist. Since I had my hand free it was a lot easier to pop the pin. The urge to throw the cuffs against the door was tempered by need to stay stealthy. Instead I set them on the bed next to me and attacked the knot at my feet. I thought I heard a noise outside the door, but my feet weren’t completely free.

Even though I was hurrying, he opened the door to find me unblindfolded, uncuffed, and nearly free of my rope. Part of him was impressed, I could see it on his face. Most of him looked angry though. He tried not to break character though and I enjoyed some rough use. From now on when he puts on the cuffs he clasps them behind my back.

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Secret Identities

Dividing lines…

Ember and Ash

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Bdsm: Our pleasures are our obligations

Southpaw

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Change your Cookbook: a monogamuggle’s guide to cookin’ with poly folk

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

When Love is not enough.
the fantasy and reality of my arrival

Blogging

Shine a Light

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

When You’re Bad
How Women Use Their Sexuality As A Weapon
Dear Fans: Quit Kinkbashing

Erotic Fiction

Big Daddy
(Re)Verse
The Front to Back Challenge
Pretty
GAME OF TWO HALVES – role shift
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Erotic Non-Fiction

He’s Cumming
Washing up
Chew Toy
So many friends with benefits

Poetry

One Stroke
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Early Morning Haikus

 

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California Memories

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Elusive Anal – ‘Always leave them wanting more’

I got up on my hands and knees as I grabbed the Doxy and Jack grabbed the lube. We had both pumped up the importance of anal as Sir and he had discussed it beforehand. I think he even ripped open the condom as the front door opened. Jill had come home. I’m still not sure about the miscommunication. I think we thought she was going to her hair appointment before heading home. Not that it was a secret what we were doing, obviously, but we still didn’t want to rub it in her face after her long day at work. She didn’t seem to mind, but we both felt bad. We chose to get dressed and keep her company until she left.

In order to have the maximum amount of time all together in the evening, we chose to grab dinner early. I ran through the shower and Jack took me out a group of yummy food trucks.

I cook (food truck dinner) – ‘Don’t worry, I have a cover story.’

Jack had bought lunch. In order to keep things fair I wanted to buy him dinner. I really wanted to get something for Jill too, but she declined. We walked through all the options and came to rest on a cheesesteak truck that he likes. The one I got had roasted garlic and roasted mushrooms on it; it was amazing. We ate next to the lake and talked about passer-bys.

I’ll admit I kept my eye open for someone to recognize us. Well, not me, but Jack. He spoke often of his frustration of having so much local family and struggling to be poly with so much potential judgment. So, I had come up with several cover stories. Several involving being a mom from his daughter’s school. A few also included visiting for my job as a consultant. I’m not sure either would have gone down with his relatives, but I don’t think either of us really cared. Honestly, the possibility of seeing relatives did keep me from touching him as much as I wanted.

After we finished our sandwiches we walked along the man-made lake. I think we talked about he and Jill’s upcoming trip to see their secondary couple. I remember the pang of jealousy. Knowing that I was going to be leaving the following morning made me want to soak up as much as I could. The drive home was quiet.

Going down on Jill – ‘So…Sir wants a video.’

Jill came home looking fantastic. Not that she need to do anything to her hair, but it did look great. I felt comfortable enough to ask for a drink and the other two joined me. It was nice to chat about Jill’s day. We filled her in on the call from Jack’s mom at lunch. The phrase, ‘she bought her more crap’ was mentioned at least twice. We made our way down the hall to the bedroom laughing at all the junk our children seem to collect and how most of it is our parents’ fault.

When we made it to the bedroom, the tension rose. Jack lovingly helped Jill and I undress. I quickly found my way to Jill’s nipples as Jack knelt between her legs. After several orgasms he announced that it was my turn. Sir had asked that I be told to go down on Jill and that video evidence be provided. I was happy to oblige, but felt it completely unfair that Jack got to go first. He knows her body so well. This would be the first time I would ever play with a pussy that wasn’t my own, I needed all the help I could get.

Jill was lovely. I could feel her body relax as massaged her clit. Her folds were so soft and warm. She responded with moans and twitches as I explored her body. She tasted sweet, though having cum so many times for Jack may have been part of this. I rubbed her legs as she began sucking Jack’s cock. I considered fingering her, but as I hadn’t trimmed my nails I decided against it. The last thing I wanted was to hurt or cut her while trying to make her cum.

Jack was watch us and encouraging me. He would react to her twitches with, ‘looks like she liked that’, and ‘you’re going to make her cum if you keep that up’. And, in his all knowing way, he was right. I was almost more proud of making her cum than I was of his four multiples earlier in the day. We curled up to get ready for bed and I felt like quite an accomplished sub. Sir would be so proud of his loan. The only thing that dampened it was that I didn’t want to have to leave the next morning.

Classic train station goodbye – ‘I will see you again.’

Jill had to get up even earlier than normal for work. But she said goodbye before she left. It was so nice to spend time with her. And we decided that on my next visit she would have to take a day off to play. Jack and I curled back up in bed after she left. We both need to have one last connection before I had to leave. It was pretty epic as I recall; another set of sheets to wash. I sipped coffee from a Beauty and the Beast coffee cup (classic!) and packed my last few things into my suitcase. Jack copied all of the 2,000+ photos on my SD card and we wheeled my luggage down to the car.

We drove to the train station, talking and laughing. Pretending that nothing was wrong or off as we pulled into an employee parking space. “We’ll only be here for a bit”. Conversation passed through topics of weekend plans and how we were possibly going to write out the events of the past few days. We completely ignored random passer-bys as we made-out. As the time to leave got closer, we both shared how much we had enjoyed the time. How much we didn’t want to go. He grabbed my leg while we talked; just wanting to keep that closeness as long as possible. He drove me around to the drop-off and helped get my bag out of the trunk. Our kisses and hugs took on this classic 50’s film goodbye for me.

I watched him pull away and half considered chasing after him just for the effect. Though I really wanted one last hug as well. Once I got settled on my way down to L.A. I felt the rush of every emotion over the last days flood my system. All the lovely memories and moments. But mostly, fear. Fear that I would never see him again. Fear that he would forget me and our time together wouldn’t affect him. I’m not sure why I thought that, and I felt bad for even considering that he would treat me that way. But I think I did because of the overarching concern flood my brain. I cared about him. I cared about him a lot. And I wanted him to care about me.

Epilogue – ‘You will never be just some woman I fucked.’

Everything I knew (or thought I knew) about non-monogamy in general led me to believe that love (or strong feelings in general) wasn’t involved. A poly-amorous person would have live-in lovers and be in multiple committed relationships, but I didn’t pull the same definition for non-monogamy. Specifically as it pertained to he and his wife’s arrangement. He likes to fuck. He wants to fuck as many people as possible. And while I certainly don’t judge him for that, that’s not the way I tend to work. My connections run very deep and form very fast. This probably explains why I’ve only slept with six people (including him and his wife). I always saw non-monogamy as a more casual sex arrangement.

I think I just really want him to like me. And I don’t know why, when he says he does, I can’t just take it at face value? I don’t know what I expect. The next day I saw a gift, while shopping with my cousin, that I thought would be perfect for him. I didn’t buy it because I was worried that would be too forward. I think it’s just sheer confusion about how to approach this. We are both married, with young children. We both have jobs, responsibilities, and live on opposite sides of the country.

But I want to see him again. I want to see him again soon. Like suddenly I’m back in a long-distance relationship. But I’m smitten and I don’t know when we might to get to be together again. I’m going to have to go back to work and see friends. And I cannot tell anyone about the portion of my trip that meant the most to me. This experience has been more amazing than I could have imagined.

California Dreamin’

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Jack and Jill giving me a lovely show.

If you missed the begining of the day – Meeting Jack

First Volley – ‘May I kiss you?’

We weren’t naked for long before we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. As nervous as I had been waiting for him at the airport, I wasn’t embarrassed to be naked with him staring at me. We admired each other between orgasms and our mutual astonishment at how well we fit together. As we lay in a post-coital stupor we began realizing how much we had in common. Nothing is sexier to me than having similar ideologies to talk about.

The only thing that kept throwing me as we cuddled for awhile and then took a lovely shower together, was his concern. He would ask if he could kiss me or if I was doing okay. Don’t get me wrong, it was beyond sweet. It practically made me gooey whenever he would ask me. I think it just threw me as Sir doesn’t usually get around to checking in unless I safe-word. If a whip isn’t involved, he usually doesn’t mind if I’m whimpering with tears streaming down my face. Jack must of thought I was deaf with the number of times I responded with, ‘What?’ whenever he would ask. At least Jill said that he does the same thing to her, so it wasn’t a horrific facial expression I was making or something.

Unsuccessful Oral – ‘I probably should have mentioned…’

So, sexually, I pride myself on two things. One is my boobs. I have no control over their size or shape, really, but I think they look pretty good most of the time and quite a few others agree. Two is my skills at giving oral sex. I had a not-so-pleasant first experience with oral and basically refused to do it until I met Sir. He was patient, but really wanted me to give it a try again under his tutelage. I’m sure he wouldn’t say that I was awful to begin with, but I think he would say that I’ve come along way since we met. And, given the few partners I have been able to practice on since, no one has complained.

Needless to say, I was eager to give my skills a thorough test on Jack. And I ate humble pie, my friends. I pretty big piece of it. The first day I was there I went down on him. I used all my best technique. Not quite the same things I generally do for Sir, but everyone is different. Even though I did coax the occasional moan from him, I just wasn’t getting him there. After about fifteen minutes my legs were numb and my mouth had stopped producing saliva in protest. I had to stop. And I nearly cried. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t able to get him off. He told me that it usually takes him longer than other guys; that he should have told me that. But at that point I thought he was just placating me.

I told Sir about it that night when we talked. He could tell I was disappointed, but told me to take what Jack said at face value. He was proud of me for trying so hard. And he knew I would try again and do my best. It felt a little like I was talking to my old gymnastics coach, but surprisingly, it helped a lot.

Breather – ‘Don’t put your dick in crazy.’

After several rounds of lovely orgasms (after oral didn’t work he was able to use my pussy for its intended purpose) we decided to take a breather. We took a ‘real’ shower and begrudgingly put on clothes. I checked in with Sir as we curled up on the couch. The chance to chat about politics and family was nice as a break. Sharing child rearing tips and my position on teaching my boys sex ed (see above quote) was very calming. We were both trying hard not to get too turned on again before Jill got home so we could save our energy for after dinner. Mostly, it worked, though I was pretty gooey by bedtime.

I’ll admit it felt a bit weird as I listened to stories (all of them entertaining) of Jack’s relationships with other women. His wife (obviously), other couples, random hook-ups. I wasn’t necessarily comparing myself to them, but I was worried about how he would compare me to them. Only in the last few years have I really started to enjoy sex and embrace my inner slut. And my other non-monogamy experience didn’t go so well. So I didn’t want to become a negative story for him to tell future lovers (who does?). And, as much as I have put nude photos of myself on the blog and sent him photos and video by DM, I didn’t want him to be too let down by the reality that is me.

The fact that he kept calling me hot and sexy almost threw me off guard. Not that Sir doesn’t say it, but I guess I don’t really believe him when he says it either. I don’t know if it’s body image (probably), or they are just saying it to get me into bed. Though I guess for both of those people I was pretty much a sure thing, so I guess back to body image.

Jill’s Arrival – ‘Get that poor woman a drink.’

Jill had run to the grocery on her way home to get supplies for dinner. When she did get home we could both tell pretty quickly that she had had a rough day. I’ll admit I was a little out of my element. I wasn’t sure how to help while also sort of feeling like a third wheel. Even tired she still let us relax while she made a fabulous dinner. We ate while joking and sharing still more stories.

After dinner they each had a drink. I think it helped Jill feel more comfortable considering that Jack and I had already spent the entire day together. When we couldn’t take the tension anymore they pulled me down the hall to the bedroom. They undressed me and let me enjoy Jill’s soft skin. With her being so upset after a long day, I let them focus on each other for awhile. I was so intrigued by their connection that I took several pictures of them.

I just wanted to watch them for awhile, but that would hardly count as a threesome, would it? Instead I enjoyed massaging and kissing Jill’s body while Jack fucked her. It was nice to be ‘eased’ into my first threesome experience. Just watching them was amazing.

Sleeping Arrangements – ‘On the floor is fine,….please.’

When we got around to go to bed my nervousness returned. I had written a post about my unease and how to bring up the topic of where I would be sleeping. We had talked in DM on twitter quickly about it and then nothing else was said. So after a quick play session with all three of us on Tuesday evening, we all brushed our teeth and wandered around to get ready for bed. Jack decided we were all sleeping in the bed, sure that we would all fit fine. And, realistically, we did.

The submissive part of me wanted to ask/be told to sleep on the floor. But him deciding that we were all going to fit on the bed was decision made. After we were all settled under the covers he rolled over and cuddled with me for awhile. It was so nice. It’s not Sir’s fault, but he can’t cuddle with me and sleep. He overheats in an instant and laying on his side too long will mess with his back. So admittedly I wasn’t prepared for when he held me and then started to snore lightly. It was so cute (in a very manly way). He said later that he sort of went back and forth cuddling with Jill and I. It wasn’t a ton of room, but there were plenty of blankets and I think everyone  managed to sleep okay. Admittedly, my first night on the couch in L.A. I slept like a rock, but waking up alone dampened that pleasure.

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California – Meeting Jack

I feel good. I feel really good. And don’t get me wrong, a significant portion of that good is based on the multitude of orgasms I have had in the last 48 hours. But it’s more than that. It’s the entire experience of it. Think of your last vacation. Not a work thing, but an honest vacation. Did you relax? Did you enjoy yourself? Or did you run around from thing to thing, dragging your kids away from more crap that they didn’t need and sleeping less than you do on a work day to make that early flight? That has always been my vacation. Even when we would go to the lake house with my extended family. It’s always supposed to be about relaxing with a book and a beer, but it never is.

Instead we plan each moment of the day and try to fill it with stuff that causes me stress due to cost and keeps me from enjoying whatever I am attempting to read. But this, this is what a vacation should be. This is what I will measure every future vacation against. And you should too. If you ever have a two day span as good or better than what you read here over the next few days, please, tell me about it. Now that I know vacations like this exist I will constantly be looking for proof of them.

Arrival – ‘What are you wearing?’

I was honestly a little surprised at how nervous I was. The entire plane flight I wasn’t really even thinking about what happened when we would land. I read my book. The turbulence made it too difficult to write, but smut always works. After leaving the plane, however, I started to think. ‘What if we don’t hit it off? What if he isn’t attracted to me? What if I can’t find him?’ We texted as I walked through the terminal and found the baggage claim. It didn’t take long to spot the bright red suitcase. But Jack wasn’t there. I checked my phone again. He had written something about stopping in the cell lot until I got to the baggage claim, I must have missed it during my check-in call with Sir to let him know that I arrived. I quickly wrote him back and walked through the crowd outside to wait.

After a few minutes I thought I spotted his car (he had texted the color and model so I could find him). He drove past me and pulled in about fifty feet down the fire line. I quickly collected my things and started toward him, only to realize that it wasn’t Jack. Another older couple was loading their bags into the back and giving the driver a hug. After cursing all modern automobiles, I messaged him again to let him know that I was now under a different sign and what I was wearing. He has seen pictures of my face, but in all the nervous energy and madness of the airport, I thought anything extra may help. He didn’t respond. The perfectly obvious explanation that he was driving and therefore shouldn’t be texting eluded me as my anxieties grew. Where was he? Did he drive by and turn around? Had he picked up that elderly couple just to avoid me? As I said, lack of logic.

Another few minutes passed and I started to think of back-up plans. Not that I had too many options as I didn’t know anyone in the city or how to get around. I could just head down to my cousin’s early; I was pretty sure my train ticket could be exchanged. The worry section of my brain was working in overdrive as I recognized his face in the car that pulled up just ahead of me. Instantaneously all my worries of abandonment were replaced with body image and personality issues instead. Not to be outdone, my nose started running in earnest (again, thank you head cold) right as he came up to say hi and help me put my bag in his trunk. So now I figured I must have looked like a paranoid coke addict and I’m shocked he let me in his car.

Concerns about our connection and compatibility were fleeting. We had so much in common and so much we could talk about. The ride back to their house was quick, but still enough time to hear hilarious stories about each other’s families. The laughs and mutual annoyances of our respective extended families were the perfect way to break the ice. Political and social issue similarities helped too as walked the hall to their condo. By the time we got to the door, I was priding myself on having only a modern amount of sheer terror that I wasn’t what he had expected.

Introductions  – ‘And here’s the bedroom. You’ll be spending a lot of time in here.’

After we arrived at their house, unloaded the car and had the cursory tour, we made our way back to the bedroom and balcony. Two days seems like a long time, but I think both of us knew how fast it was going to disappear. Sitting on the bed he asked if he could take off my boots for me. I honestly had to ask him what he said again. He knelt in front of me and slowly unzipped my boots and removed my socks before kissing my legs from toe to thigh. It was incredibly erotic. But also, completely surreal. I’m the sub, no one kneels in front of me, that’s my job. It felt good, but also wrong somehow. Like the idea of me enjoying this special treatment was a violation of my collar in someway. I love being pampered, don’t get me wrong. That’s just not how Sir and I have set up our dynamic.

Jack and Jill have their own blog. They have been running theirs about twice as long as I have mine. And, as such, they do a wonderful job posting photos of various things. They did/do various photo memes and other personal hobbies. Therefore, I was not surprised when Jack pulled out a beauty of a camera. I was jealous,  showing a little bit of penis-envy holding my much smaller and less-equipped Nikon. And one of the features of this not-at-all compensating camera is a setting called ‘intervalometer’, where it will auto-focus on a take a photo every 3.5 seconds. So it creates this sort of flip-book effect over time. The clicking was quite distracting at first, but I was quickly pulled to focus on other things. Though I did love that there were large chunks of photos where we just laying there cuddling or sitting and talking. I love the connection that shows, rather that just a casual sex partner. I’m not sure how they will look cropped or with faces blurred, but I hope I can put together some sort of photo essay that shows how great those intimate moments were with the more obvious sexy ones.

Jack and Rye cuddling in bed.

 

When Things Cum Together

I want to clarify, before I start this post, that this was not a scene. This was (or started as) a casual connection.

I had asked Sir if he would take a video of me sucking his cock. I really wanted to send my flirting/masturbation buddy on twitter something fun. As I get more and more excited about my trip (tomorrow!) to see him, I love the idea of him jerking off while watching a video of me. Sir seemed to appreciate my enthusiasm. After the kids were in bed I was quickly ordered between his legs.

The video turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. And I am pretty sure he recipent enjoyed it too. He responded to Sir with, “Yes! I am totally getting off to this tonight!”.

I think that only fueled our fire. Sir told me to grab the Doxy and climb on top of him. This has been his new favorite way to make me cum. I think he enjoys being inside me when use the Doxy to orgasm. It all feels amazing to me, so no complaining here.

I’m not even sure what happened. I’m certainly not going to complain about any orgasm, but this was better and completely different than any I have had before. One minute I was trying to hold onto my release and the next I had a strong hand around my neck and I was squirting everywhere. I couldn’t focus on how embarrassed I was or worried about Sir’s reaction. All I could was feel. He came as well, though I didn’t even know it until afterward. The moment was just so sublime.

We had to change the sheets. I think we both still slept on towels. It was crazy.

I just wish we can do it again. As I have no idea what he did that pushed me over the edge, I think lots of testing may be required. 🙂