Category: Sex
Slowly coming back to life…
I hate to admit it, but sometimes W is right. No really, he is – I swear! (~smirk~) Actually he is right a lot, which may be one of the reasons I love him so. He’s smart. He’s engaged. He’s interested and interesting. He has stuff to say, and thinks…
Morning Sex, the Whole Alphabet Version (or at least the A, J, & W)
It’s Sunday morning, after a Saturday afternoon and evening of debauchery and play and going-out-to-dinner-dressed-like-the-slut-I-am. We’ve all three managed to sleep in past the bird screaming in its nest outside and the neighbor’s dog barking, but we aren’t going to sleep past Ad’s morning hard-on. I seldom do. I am…
Wanton Wednesday – Rugburn
As I mentioned in this post, my weekend left me with rugburns on my elbows and knees. And some pretty intense memories of a fantasy coming true. Funny thing, that. I don’t even know if the Guys know how often this particular fantasy feeds my masturbation sessions; or if they…
There ain’t no halvsies in caning.
This was my sign-off on FB & FL last night: “It’s official. I’m happy. Going to bed now. Maybe Guy #1 will manhandle the cane bruises left by Guy #2 this afternoon.” Mmmm. Yes. He did, and I am (happy.) Caned then fucked by one guy then mauled and fucked…
And the drought is over…
Spankings and gropings, an obnoxiously tight corset, short short skirt and 6″ high heels… and, oh…maybe a set of bells… …and wham bam thank YOU ma’am…Ad is back in fine form. I got schtupped three times in one day. He couldn’t keep his hands–or cock–off (or out of) me. It…
Need to Know
As you all know by now (if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time) W and I have been testing the waters of swinging. He wants me to experience it for many reasons, one of which most certainly is that he simply likes to watch me get…
Sex in Sin City (Yes, I had me some…)
But this post isn’t about that. It’s about the Erotic Authors Association’s Inaugural Conference in Las Vegas that I attended a couple weekends ago. So get your mind out of the gutter. Or not. This was, after all, a conference for writers of erotica. 😉 Sorry this write-up is so…
Snapshots from the Weekend
Bound and gagged on the floor, waiting for a stranger to arrive: fuckmeat. Tied in a storage room, leaning against a wall with a bag over my head: parcel post. Head shoved out the window in the rain & wind, sash closed on my neck, arms tied behind my back…
Wanton Wednesday – Afternoon Delight
After a pretty long hiatus, I finally finished up my “Cruise Wrap-Up” posts over on A Poly Life. It’s got some fun pics, but of course the racier ones I post over here, including this set from this afternoon. It just screams “Wanton” to me. It started out like this…
Still waiting…
I still have not come. It’s been since…Thursday? I know that doesn’t seem like that long of a time, and I have for sure gone longer than this before, but not when I wanted to come. Not when I was worked up to the point of practically gnawing my leg…
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