Pussy Pride Redux – Sex with Rings

Awhile back I wrote a post for the Pussy Pride Project on Molly’s Daily Kiss. I had a lot of fun with that post, and I have enjoyed reading other contributions to the meme. Recently I got a couple of replies to that post, and since I enjoy talking about…

When Work & Play Meet

Today is the first day of NaNoWri (National Novel Writing Month.) As some of you already know, I have participated in the event, in a sometimes-perfunctory, sometimes-engaged fashion, for the past several years with my daughter. This year I wasn’t going to participate, but she has been insisting we do…

Some thoughts on submission

Sometimes I forget in the middle of things that I am a submissive, and that part of that, the “submitting” part,  is simply doing what he wants, regardless of if it is personally working for me, because it makes him happy.  It makes him hard, it makes him excited, it…

How we got kinky

My friend Julian asked me once about my journey into kink.   I’ve decided to turn that into a so-far-two, but possibly-multiple, part series over on Eden Cafe. The first part, “One Vanilla Couple’s Journey Into Kink, or, How I Turned My (Ex)Husband Into A Pervert” is up over there now:…

Dichotomy

I am sitting up in bed, my computer on my lap, a pink-pinstriped cotton and lace babydoll nightie bunched around my thighs.  My legs are open, so I can smell and see the evidence of this evening’s earlier activities.  Ad likes this little nightgown.  He likes how sweet it looks,…

To fuck or not to fuck…

That is the question. Sort of. I have a possible third date with a guy to set up. He wants it very much, especially as it’s pretty obvious that where this date will go is into the bedroom. That’s what he would like. That’s what W would like. Me?  Not…

Anxiety

I’ll be honest. I’m sick with anxiety. Literally, physically, ill. My stomach hurts and rumbles with it. My heart flutters when I think about it, when I think about my upcoming trip. I alternate between wanting to see W with an intensity that borders on obsessive to not wanting to…

Spunkball

Tiger Woods and I are close today.  Real close. Or at least one of his officially-endorsed golf balls and I are. I have a Nike-branded golf ball in my cunt today.  Better yet, I have a Nike-branded, official Father’s Day golf ball, covered with A’s spunk, in my cunt today.…

W-H-O-R-E

The sun was warm, but not uncomfortable, the water cool against my skin. His wife had gone into the house to get him a beer and we were left outside in the pool alone.  I swam up to him and slipped my body close to his, wrapped my legs around…

Mush and Dirty Fantasies

He talks about so many things, I never know which he really wants to do and which are fantasies he is weaving, for himself, for me.