The Beginning of a Twisted Weekend

I’ve never fucked someone in public before. And, well, I guess I still haven’t, technically. I think a girl with her hands and feet in stocks, or tied behind her back, cannot be said to be fucking. She is being fucked. And now I have been fucked in public. And…

The Morning After

As I hinted at in this post, my welcome home didn’t end that evening. The next morning I woke slowly to Ad’s hand on the back of my neck, not forceful, just resting there under my hair, stroking my skin softly. W was asleep on his side facing me, I…

Simple Things

Sometimes it is as simple as an image, or a singular sensation.  Last night, watching a video about ponygirls, it was the image of one girl tossing her head about, fighting the reins. This morning, it was the feel of his cock, softening after his orgasm and wet with his…

Welcome Home

Coming home is always lovely, because my boys are usually as enthusiastic about me being back again–and doing all those nasty, sexy things to me again–as I am to be home and to have those things done to me.  In the past, it’s been one-on-one with the guys, with each…

Anatomy of an Orgasm

Lately we’ve been getting a lot of photographic documentation of me having sex with myself, right up to and including the moment of orgasm.  It’s strange seeing oneself in the throes of unrestrained pleasure. It looks a lot like being in pain. And maybe, in a way, it is. Beautiful,…

When fantasy becomes reality

I am laying next to him in bed, tucked into the crook of his arm, my heart rate and breathing slowing and the warmth of my self-induced orgasm still throbbing between my legs. “Were you thinking of other men fucking you?” he asks. I hesitate, then nod. My hesitation is…

Wankfest 2010 Update

Looks like it’s time for me to do an update (yes, Curvaceous Dee’s hilarious and detailed updates on her brainchild to celebrate National Masturbation Month have shamed me into “exposing” my masturbatory habits for the titillation of all you lovely folks out there in cyberland.)  It’s interesting to me that…

Distracting Myself

This weekend is a schoolwork weekend from hell. I have two papers due (well, one plus an extra credit one) and a final project that will be presented at our last day of class, as our final, on May 5th. It’s a group project, and though my groupmates are working…

By the Numbers – A Weekend in Pictures

2 guys, 1 girl 1 tree house Zero Wifi 3 gorgeous days 3 steamy nights 5 pairs of shoes 1 Scrabble game 436 whacks 3 suspensions 2 rocky outcroppings 1 girl-as-furniture 1 rope gag And still more numbers: 1 steel buttplug 1 steel trailer hitch (yep, that’s what I said–TRAILER…

Jade's Secret

“What’s Victoria’s Secret?” my son asks the other day.  He’s being a smartass, though I don’t realize it at first. “A lingerie shop,” I reply. “I know that,” he says, rolling his eyes in the age-old “I’m-14-and-I-know-everything,” way.  “I mean, what’s her secret.” “Oh…well. That she looks all prim and…