Bedtime Stories

Pearls

2011-04-13T16:03:00.000-07:00

I've waited all week to be alone with you. We enter the hotel room and I walk to the window to look out at the sunset and feel you press yourself against my back, brushing my hair aside so you can kiss my neck. You comment on the double strand of creamy pearls that I am wearing and I think to myself that those aren’t going to stay around my neck for long. I turn to kiss you and feel your hand slide up my thigh and inside of the red lace panties I am wearing, which are already damp with anticipation. Knowing that there are people who might be able to see us, you lift my skirt and press my bottom against the glass of the full length window and I hope that they notice.

We make our way to the bed, shedding clothes as we go. Eventually I am wearing nothing but the long strand of pearls which I’ve unwound from my neck so that it reaches all the way down to my thighs. As I remove them I lay back and begin to caress myself with the smooth beads, letting the strand pool between my legs as they start to become slick with my sex. As you kneel between my legs watching, I position the pearls on either side of my clit, then slowly pull until the length of the strand has run across my tender flesh making me swell and quiver. I wonder what they would feel like moving over my g-spot, so I begin slowly inserting the necklace into me, one bead at a time. The fullness is nice and I squeeze down on the mound of pearls inside me a few times while I stroke myself. I gesture for you to take the end of the strand and pull them out…slowly…slowly…gasping as they ripple inside me then up and over my clit. The sensation makes me tremble and I ask you to lick me while the beads lay across me and the contrast of the hard pearls and your soft, warm tongue sends me over the edge into that nether world of orgasm where I float momentarily alone and blissful before returning to your warm embrace.

Boston

2010-03-19T14:40:00.000-07:00

Here's my account of a recent journey I made across country to meet up with a new friend. Hope you enjoy it...I certainly did.

I am flying to another city to have sex with a stranger. This man has approached me online saying that he is interested in expanding his sexual horizons. We chatted online, had some naughty cyber-sex, moved onto telephone contact and are now going to spend three days together in a hotel room. He is twenty years younger than me, which apparently doesn’t bother him so it certainly doesn’t bother me. His sexual history is very limited and I am looking forward to changing that for him this week. We plan to meet briefly to get acquainted on day one, then if things go well he will return the following morning and we will spend the next two days locked in that hotel room.

As soon as we meet, he holds me close to him and kisses me briefly. As the bar is closed, we decide to go up to my room to drink some of the wine he has brought. This is dangerous territory we are entering. Once upstairs we chat a bit and I turn on music while he opens the wine. As soon as I turn around he has me in his arms and we are kissing. I feel his erection pressing against me and grind my hips into his. His mouth is soft and warm and the persistence of his kiss is making me wet. He begins to back me across the room and onto the bed where he lays me down and lowers himself onto me. We neck like teenagers for a bit and when we pull each other’s shirts off the touch of his bare skin on mine burns me like fire and I moan softly. So much for waiting until the next day.

The first time we have sex is tender and gentle, yet we both feel a sense of urgency that presses us forward quickly. I have been thinking about having him inside of me for weeks and I am done waiting. He enters me and we both take a breath and pause. Once we begin to move I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me tightly. He knows that I like hard nipple stimulation and firmly pinches and sucks on them while fucking me. My first orgasm comes quickly and leaves me breathless. He thrusts harder against me and tells me that he is cumming. I think to myself “this is really happening”

I am dumbfounded to learn that this man has never had a blow job. This fact has made the trip a mission of mercy and I hope to rectify this sad situation. Once we recover from round one, I lay him back on the bed and ask if he is ready for me to blow…his mind. Feeling him quiver beneath me, I run my tongue down his torso to his thighs, then start my way back up by way of his balls. I make small flicks around them before taking them entirely into my mouth while my hand is starting to caress his cock. I look up at his stunned face and slowly run the flat of my tongue up his shaft, ending with a deliberate flick across the tip where moisture is forming. I hear a sharp intake of breath and smile while I continue licking him, then slipping him between open lips into my mouth. Once inside I slowly…slowly…slide him all the way across my tongue to the back of my throat. I pause so we can both get used to this feeling, then give a firm suck while sliding him back out. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and proceed to repeat what I just did, increasing the speed and intensity until I hear him start to moan and gasp. He reaches between my legs which are near his shoulder and spreads my thighs. I feel his mouth on me, his tongue penetrating me while I take him into my mouth again and again, until his whole body tenses and with a groan he cums and I swallow down whatever isn’t dripping out onto my chin and neck. Judging by his expression and lack of coherent speech for some time after this, it would appear that he is now a fan of oral sex.

The rest of the weekend is a blur of sucking, fucking and orgasms. At one point we decide to call my husband and let him know what is going on. My new boyfriend places the call and tells Husband that I can’t talk because my mouth is full. He then puts the phone down next to us and proceeds to lick me to one orgasm then fuck me to another one while we hear my husband breathing heavily on the other end of the phone. At one point he tells me to kneel in front of the mirror at the end of our bed so he can see my face while he takes me from behind. He begins fucking me, then slides a finger into my ass which makes me moan in pleasure. I particularly enjoy this and can’t resist reaching between my legs to rub my clit while I look at him in the mirror. Knowing that my husband is listening to this makes me insanely horny and I cum hard for him. It makes me smile to know that we caught him at a friend’s house so he can’t even masturbate while he listens. I know this will be beautiful agony for him and look forward to his reaction when I get home.

Since the phone call went so well, the next day we decide to place a video call on Skype. Husband answers to see me sitting on my lover’s lap while one of his hands lazily fondles my breast as he kisses my neck. I explain that we’ve been having quite a wonderful time together and felt sorry for him being left home all alone. The two guys start talking a little about how wonderful I am (can’t help but love that!), then I explain that they will have to continue talking amongst themselves because there’s something I want to do. I come off my lover’s lap, kiss him hard then look into the camera while I slide down his chest and take his cock into my mouth. I love knowing that Husband is now watching me suck on another man and feel wetness dripping down my thigh. Truthfully, I have no idea what they are talking about, but I eventually decide not to finish this job while online. I come up and show the camera my wet lips and chin before kissing my lover and explaining that we are hanging up now because I want to be able to focus solely on him for now. Husband will have me all to himself in a few days but for now I belong to this beautiful man.

The sex during this trip was amazing. I genuinely like my new lover and hope to have a long, long relationship with him. Tormenting my husband was delightful fun, and the welcome I got once home was indeed memorable. But I think that one of the most delicious things about this experience was being a woman who did nothing for four days but prepare, wait for and have sex with a man who desired me. For weeks prior, my husband would oil my entire body daily so that it would be soft for my lover. I was waxed and manicured, bathed and moisturized, all in preparation for the pleasure of this new man. I never left my hotel room during my visit, wearing only the silk robe I bought for the occasion and thought of nothing but the time when he would return to give and take pleasure from me in whatever way he wanted to.

Prologue

Before he left for the final time, my lover decided to leave a couple of marks on me for my husband to find when I got home. In addition to a hickey on my breast and one on my ass, he wrote a little message to my husband with a permanent marker on the inside of my thigh. He also made sure to send me home full of his cum and wearing it on my neck and chest. When my husband picked me up he was carrying a dozen long stemmed roses and a “gift bag” containing the following: vitamin water, Tylenol, lube, massage oil, energy drink, and an ice pack. He said I should plan on needing all of them before the night was over. He drove me to a hotel near the airport and once my clothes were off held me up against a wall and inspected every inch of my skin for signs of my lover. He found many.

The sex that followed left me exhausted, satisfied and a little sore. Knowing that I’d been with another man made my husband aroused beyond belief and he set about “re-claiming” me for his own. He fucked me in every possible position and made sure that he was foremost on my mind that night.

The effects of this trip have been long-term in several ways. I still enjoy daily conversation with my lover, some of it very naughty. Having been together gives our phone sex new dimension and we cannot get enough of each other. My husband is still excited by what transpired and continues to reassure me of how much he loves and wants me, even more now that I have another man in my life. Our hope is that the three of us will someday be able to get together for some friendship and naughty fun, but in the meantime we’ll have to settle for the memory of my amazing experience in Boston.

Sex music

2010-01-30T12:43:00.000-08:00

As Valentine's day draws near, I am updating my playlists for both "romance" and "stripping". Both lists are made up of love songs, or songs that get you in the mood for sex. However the "romance" songs are, well...romantic music that put me in the mood for "making love". Soft, slow, tender-hearted music that you might slow-dance to while you gaze into each other's eyes. Sex to this music is usually slow, soft, gentle and makes you want to cuddle for a long time afterwards while you bask in the afterglow.

The "stripping" playlist (for lack of a better name) is music that puts me in the mood for fucking. Raunchier songs, usually with a good rhythmic beat that evokes the more raw, animal side of sex. A few of the selections might seem strange, but they are on there because they make me feel sexy, for whatever reason. Britney Spears' "Circus" for example is kind of silly and fun but the lyrics just apply to me -- "put-on-a-show-kind-of-girl...like a firecracker, I'll make it hot...all eyes on me in the middle of the ring..." This type of song isn't traditionally dirty or romantic, but it puts me in a teasing, sexy, hungry mood. Probably the most effective ones on here are "Feeling Love" (you make me feel like the amazon's running between my thighs!) and "Nasty, Naughty Boy" (gonna give you a little taste of the sugar below my waist!). "Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin" has lyrics about betrayal and revenge, but I can't resist that dirty beat that simulates intense, focused, slow thrusting.

If my husband comes home and hears the second list playing...he knows that he'd better take his vitamins!

I'd love to hear what your favorite sex music is, either romantic or raunchy. I'm always adding to the list...

Love, Bliss

This first list has 72 songs on it and lasts 4.7 hours.

Songs for Romance

Let's Stay Together Al Green

Eternal Flame The Bangles

Into the Night Benny Mardones

Goin' Gone – Kathy Matea

Come To Me - Bobby Caldwell

Slow Ride - Bonnie Raitt

I'm On Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Will You Love Me Tomorrow? - Carole King

What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life - Chris Botti featuring Sting

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Longer - Dan Fogelberg

The Look of Love - Diana Krall

Misty Blue - Dorothy Moore

I'll Be [Acoustic] - Edwin McCain

Your Song - Elton John

She - Elvis Costello

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley

Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton

At Last - Eva Cassidy

Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

Shameless - Garth Brooks

Falling Slowly -Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

Song For A Winter's Night -Gordon Lightfoot

Softly - Gordon Lightfoot

Beautiful - Gordon Lightfoot

Need You Tonight - INXS

The Sea And The Rhythm - Iron & Wine

Something Fine - Jackson Browne

Suzanne - James Taylor

Have A Little Faith In Me - Jewel

Gira Con Me - Josh Groban

You're Still You - Josh Groban

Faithfully - Journey

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey

Wash Me Clean - K.D. Lang

Unforgettable - Lou Rawls

Hudson Lady - Luka Bloom

This Is For Life - Luka Bloom

Nobody Knows Me - Lyle Lovett

Crazy for You - Madonna

Dream a Little Dream of Me - The Mamas & the Papas

True Companion - Marc Cohn

Only a Dream - Mary Chapin Carpenter

You and I - Michael Bublé

When I Fall In Love - Nat King Cole & Natalie Cole

Our Love Is Here to Stay - Natalie Cole

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

Cello Song - Nick Drake

Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

Fever - Peggy Lee

Our Love Is Here To Stay - Peggy Lee

Keep On Loving You - REO Speedwagon

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - Roberta Flack

When You Say Nothing At All - Ronan Keating

Europa (Earth's Cry Heaven's Smile) - Santana

Samba Pa' Ti - Santana

Underneath your clothes - Shakira

Fields Of Gold - Sting

Heaven's Here On Earth -Tracy Chapman

Smoke And Ashes -Tracy Chapman

Moondance - Van Morrison

Crazy Love - Van Morrison

Someone Like You - The Movie Hits Van Morrison

Have I Told You Lately? - The Movie Hits Van Morrison

Stardust - Willie Nelson

Unchained Melody - Willie Nelson

Someone To Watch Over Me - Willie Nelson

Constant Craving – KD Lang

Black Coffee – KD Lang

Stripping Music

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Feelin' Love - Paula Cole

Nasty Naughty Boy - Christina Aguilera

Red House - Jimi Hendrix

You Can Leave Your Hat On - Joe Cocker

Need You Tonight - INXS

I'm On Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Black Velvet - Alannah Myles

Fever - Eva Cassidy

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey

Piece Of My Heart - Janis Joplin

Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing - Chris Isaak

If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears

Cream (Version Without Rap Monologue) - Prince

SexyBack - Justin Timberlake

The Stroke - Billy Squier

Dirrty - Christina Aguilera

Bad to the Bone – George Thorogood

A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley

Let It Rock - Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne

London Bridge - Fergie

Come Baby Come - K7

Get the Party Started - P!nk

Eyes Like Yours - Shakira

Hurts So Good - John Cougar

Circus - Britney Spears

I know...I've been naughty

2009-12-18T10:17:00.000-08:00

I haven't written in a while. Not because I'm avoiding you, but life has gotten in the way. I hope to get back to my blog entries after the holiday hoopla settles down. In the meantime, just know that Santa made sure I got what I deserved for Christmas this year.

Sex Under Water

2009-11-09T16:36:00.000-08:00

My first orgasm happened in the bathtub. Xavier Hollander told me to do it. When I was 12 or so, I was house-sitting for a neighbor. Of course I snooped around their house and found a copy of “The Happy Hooker” in which there was a passage telling about how she would lay under the faucet to get off. I knew a lot about sex for my age, but wasn’t sure exactly what this meant. However reading it made me…tingly…so I had to find out.

That night I started the bath water and slid down under the faucet. I had an orgasm almost immediately, and remember feeling stunned! WTH was that?! Needless to say, I was verrrry clean from then on and I’ve never forgotten the feeling of that first time.

I also remember the first time someone performed oral sex on me. I thought to myself “I had no idea that any physical sensation could be SO amazing”! The softness of his lips, and the way his tongue probed me was absolutely delicious. Where the faucet or my fingers were somewhat insistent, my lover’s mouth molded to my own flesh and slowly explored all the folds and crevices in such a delicate way.
I’ve never lost my love for a nice stream of water though. I still let it run over me in the bathtub, stretching my arms back over my head and hearing the other-worldly sounds after the water is up over my ears.

This summer Hub wanted to take some photos of me playing in the sprinkler, and afterward he rewarded me by letting me play with the hose. I sat in a lawn chair and spread my legs, letting the cold water run over my hot, sun drenched skin. The pressure was just hard enough to arouse me quickly, but not so hard that it made me numb. When someone licks or fingers me, there is always some variation in pacing but a stream of water is constant, relentless stimulation. After I’d cum and my skin was chilled, Hub put his own warm mouth on me which felt amazing. I’ve always loved contrasts – hot/cold, sweet/salty, hard/soft. While I felt him licking and sucking on me, the sun warmed the rest of my skin and my feet rested in the cold water which had pooled around them.

Ambushed

2009-10-24T11:15:00.000-07:00

I’m minding my own business, doing laundry one evening when he suddenly walks into the room and take the basket out of my arms. I start to ask why when he takes my arms and backs me up across the room to the bed. Ignoring my questions, he removes something from his pocket – a blindfold – and puts it on me. This is something we’ve never done before, and so I know immediately that it’s not going to be a typical evening.

My clothes are soon on the floor around my feet and he pushes me down onto the bed where he proceeds to tie my hands to the headboard and my ankles to the footboard. I am reclining on some pillows and my legs are bent and spread. Next I feel him brush my hair away from my ears and put iPod headphones on me. I start to hear heavy breathing…whimpering…moaning. It’s a recoding of people having orgasms. I swallow hard. This is all new and I wonder what exactly he has planned for me tonight.

I wait…not knowing what will come next, not knowing if he is even still in the room with me. For all I know someone else could be with us. I can only hear the sounds of sex, and can see nothing. I start to tremble a little from the cool air on my naked skin and from the nervousness and excitement I am feeling. I smell the sulphur of a lit match, and soon a tropical aroma - a candle, maybe. I can tell that someone has climbed onto the bed beside me.

He kisses me on the mouth, then I start to feel the cold wetness of an ice cube slowly running across my nipples. The melted water runs down my stomach and starts to pool between my legs. It’s not the only thing making me wet there. Suddenly I gasp as I feel a sharp, painful pinch of something clamping down on my nipples, first one then the other. I start to protest, but feel his mouth on mine before I can get the words out. The pain subsides just enough for me to bear it and he continues.

Next the tropical perfume I smelled earlier becomes more intense and I feel the heat of a candle flame being waved in front of my face. I inhale deeply just as the first drops of hot wax land on my breast. In contrast with the ice, it’s very hot but I know he won’t burn me. I trust him completely to know just when to stop. The wax is the kind that turns into oil when it is poured onto skin and now he starts to rub the melting, oily wax onto my chest, stomach and thighs. His hands strongly massage me and I think of how good they feel on my body and in it. I hear a woman’s happy scream in my ears and let out a little whimper of my own.

After a few minutes of slow, luxurious massage I feel a glass at my lips. I open my mouth and he pours a bit of red wine into it. I taste the dark, smoky flavor and ask for another drink. I swirl the liquid in my mouth then feel it burn a path down to my stomach. My legs are already spread, but I feel him start to push my thighs apart a bit more, and his fingers start to explore me. I know that I am very wet, but I feel the cold familiar feeling of lubricant being poured onto me, dripping off my clit, pooling in my pussy and continuing on to my ass. I can’t imagine why we need any additional lube, but suddenly something presses against my ass. Not a finger, but something harder and smooth. It becomes more insistent and starts to enter me. I relax my muscles and feel for a moment like I can not take in whatever this is. But just as I open my mouth to say something I feel it pop in with a smooth motion and there is no more pressure. However there is another similar item pressing against me now. I feel the same momentary pressure, then it slips in. Anal beads. We’ve never used these. He must have bought them for the occasion. How long has he been planning this? Soon six of the beads have been pressed into me and I feel pleasantly full. He gives the string of beads a little tug and I moan.

I am both apprehensive and delighted at the prospect of what will come next. I love the feeling of being controlled by someone I trust not to abuse their power over me. He knows just how much pain I can take, and how many tears are too many. I can let myself surrender completely to him and know that I may experience some pain and fear, but that in the end he will be certain that the main thing I feel is pleasure. As I adjust to the feeling of the beads inside me, the headphones are momentarily removed from one ear and I hear the familiar buzz of my rabbit vibrator held close to my face. The headphones are replaced and now I feel the hard cool tip of the phallus spread the lips of my pussy and push into me. Once it’s in the motor starts to rotate and I feel the vibrator moving inside me, the pearls gently massaging my g-spot. We stay like this for a while as he kisses me some more and flicks his tongue over my throbbing nipples. I am acutely aware that no attention has been paid yet to my clit, but know that once he touches me there it won’t be long before I am joining the chorus of orgasms singing in my ears.

Eventually I feel him situate the rabbit ears on either side of my clit and press it snuggly against me. Just this makes my breathing quicken and when he turns on the vibration I gasp and arch my back. The stimulation is intense and I bite my lip as my legs begin to shake. I start to feel f heat starting in my belly and spreading through my limbs. I try to keep breathing, and relax my tensing muscles and when I finally cum the combination of sensations makes me feel like I might actually black out. The waves start to subside and I catch my breath, but the vibrator is still buzzing away against my sensitive clit. I need a few minutes to recuperate, but there is no indication that he is going to remove the vibrator. I squirm and let him know that it is too much for me, but the only response I get is when he straddles my torso and firmly slides his cock into my mouth.

I struggle to breathe as I feel him slide across my tongue and into my throat. I love having him deep in me this way, but having just cum and struggling to get away from the persistent rabbit I am having trouble getting my bearings. My legs and wrists are securely fastened and I am helpless. As he starts to slide in and out my mouth, he reaches down and gives the nipple clamps a little tug making me jump. I am lost in the tidal wave of sensations: pain, heat, cold, pressure, fullness, vibration and sound. It all starts to blur together and I can hardly tell which sounds are coming from the ipod and which are my own. I feel another orgasm building, and when I cum I buck hard, twisting my hips and clamping my lips around his cock. Just then I feel him start to fuck my mouth faster and soon the warm, salty taste of his cum is flowing across my tongue and down my throat.

Once I have sucked off the last drops, he pulls out and removes the buzzing vibrator from my throbbing pussy. He slowly removes the beads, making me gasp with each one. Next the nipple clamps come off and he gently takes each breast in his mouth, holding them between his lips and soothing me with his warm kiss. He unties me and removes the iPod, but leaves the blindfold on for now as he lays me down, stroking me softly and pulling my head onto his chest. We catch our breath and I am astounded by how much I love this man I’ve chosen.

A little romance. (for Davide)

2009-10-14T09:07:00.000-07:00

It’s our first time together. I’ve been waiting for some time now, preparing, anticipating, longing. I knew from the first time we spoke that we would eventually sleep together and tonight it is finally going to happen. All day I’ve been thinking about what your body will be like, what it will smell like…taste like…feel like inside of me. I’ve chosen the perfect silk lingerie and a gauzy dress to go over it. I’ve waxed, soaped, and oiled my skin. I’ve shampooed and brushed my hair till it shines, and now I am ready to give myself to you.

As we walk next to the ocean I’m acutely aware of everything sensual – the sand on my bare feet, the smell of the sea water, the warm breeze on my face, and the light pressure of your hand on the small of my back as it leads me up the steps to the place where you will make love to me. There is a bed made with soft cotton sheets and a quilt, candles that glow amber against the white stone wall that holds us above the coastline. As you pour the cold crisp wine for us I think that this is the most beautiful place that I will ever inhabit and I’m glad that you are sharing it with me.

I feel your lips softly touching the place on my neck where it meets my shoulder. Your kiss makes goose bumps flash up and down my entire right side and I start to feel weak in the knees. I hear you murmuring something in my ear as you slip the straps of my dress off my shoulder, but I don’t speak your language so I’m not sure exactly what you are saying, but it doesn’t matter. I know what you are thinking. I know what you are about to do to me. Part of me wants you to hurry…but part of me wants you to linger all night on the creamy skin atop my breasts. You run your fingertips softly, slowly up and down that place that makes my nipples grow hard and red and I lean back against you for support. Take me to bed soon because I won’t be able to stand much longer.

When you lower yourself onto me I am conscious of the firm muscles in your chest and arms and know that if you wanted to you could overpower me – hold me down, spread my legs and force yourself inside. If you chose to do this I would be unable to stop you. You could hurt me if you wanted to. But you hold your power in check, restraining yourself in favor of tenderness. As you gently press the tip of your cock against my entrance I feel myself open to you and the differences between us are highlighted. I am soft and yielding, you are hard and insistent. Male and female. I gasp when I feel you enter me waiting to see if you will start thrusting fast as I see in your eyes you want to do. But instead you stop to let me adjust to the feel of you inside my body. You look at me questioningly to be sure I’m all right and kiss me softly on the mouth. I make the first move with my hips and wrap my legs around your waist pulling you tight against me, forcing you deeper inside.

The French call orgasm “La petite mort” or “the little death”. As I feel myself nearing climax I know that there will be a moment in which I lose all control of both my body and my mind. For several seconds I will be unaware of my surroundings, unable to stop what’s happening. Even though the vulnerability of this is frightening, I crave it. I want to surrender to you, knowing that you will protect me in that moment with no other intent than to prolong my blissful surrender. If I do die now, I will certainly die happy. As you move faster against me, I start to feel a fire building in my center and as I cum it’s like a small explosion of heat moving in fast surges throughout all my limbs. After, I feel as though our cliff-side bed has somehow started floating on the sea below us and my body is slowly moving with the waves. My mind is my own again and I am once again aware of your needs.

Now your maleness takes over and you thrust harder, kissing me firmly on the mouth – pushing your tongue down my throat as your cock presses up into me. I envision the two parts of you getting closer to each other, creating an electrical connection encircling my core. I gasp as your movements speed up and press me into the bed. When you cum, I see that look of momentary fright and surprise as you surrender and lose yourself to what’s happening, what is out of your control now. I hold you tight against me while the spasms subside, our breathing slows and you come to float along with me. Our life as a couple has begun.

Anticipation

2009-10-04T16:52:00.000-07:00

One of the hottest sexual experiences I’ve had involved no sex at all. It involved a trip to Vegas (I know…another Vegas story, but it’s purely coincidental. This could have been a trip to Barstow and it would still have been hot). For a month before the trip, Hub and I decided to abstain from sexual contact. That was our intention anyway, but it resulted in A LOT of sexual contact – just no orgasms. The act of NOT having sex, made it so we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other! There’s just something about knowing you’re not supposed to do something that makes you want to do it, and do it, and do it.

Those weeks were a deliciously torturous dance of sexual tension. I would go out of my way to dress provocatively, bending over in front of him every chance I’d get in order to flash him my cleavage or panty-less rear end. When he would try to touch me, I’d dart away and remind him that we were abstaining. I even let him “catch” me masturbating a few times because nothing makes him hotter than to watch me touch myself. I would let him sufficiently scold me, but smile to myself as I looked at the hard-on in his jeans. Meals during that time often coincidentally consisted of finger foods that would drip down my hand and forearm, sometimes spilling onto my thighs where I would scoop up the errant sauce with my finger and slowly suck it off.

By the time we finally checked into our hotel room in Vegas, we were both chomping at the bit, so to speak, but we didn’t rush things. Instead we spent most of the day shopping for lingerie and lube and finding just the right wine to take back to the room. Every once in a while, Hub would grab me and throw me against a secluded wall in the mall and grind his pelvis into me or put my hand against his erection while we were pressed together in a crowded elevator. I have to say, the thing that makes me the horniest is the knowledge that someone wants me - REALLY wants me. It almost doesn’t matter what skill or technique they possess, the fact that they can’t wait to get my clothes off and have their way with me is enough to make me crazy with lust. That’s why I enjoy prolonging the foreplay leading up to an encounter, as long as I know it’s torturing the object of my desire.

There is someone I’m in the process of torturing a little right now, and I’m not actually sure if the relationship will ever be consummated or not. I find myself day-dreaming about different ways the encounter could happen and wondering if he feels the same. The anticipation and imaginary foreplay is fun and makes me walk around a little aroused all day, but eventually it will become frustrating and I will have to move on. In the meantime though, I live in a perpetually breathless state wondering what the first kiss could be like…where he would touch me…what he might say.

Oh, just so you know – the Vegas sex was definitely worth the wait. We drank the entire bottle of wine in bed and did it in just about every position we could imagine. At one point we were pressed up against the floor-to-ceiling window of our strip-view room, hoping that someone down there on the street might catch a glimpse of my breasts smashed against the glass and have a good story to take home to their friends. That reminds me of another story I have to tell you involving being pressed up against a hotel room window. Maybe next time I write I’ll fill you in on that encounter.

Vegas, Baby! (part two)

2009-09-29T20:11:00.000-07:00

We walk in silence to the car, and when we get there I press the unlock button and open the door to throw my purse in. Before I know what’s happening, Justin has gotten into the back seat and tells me to get in with him. I scan the garage quickly to see who is around and how obvious this will be. Fortunately, the rental company upgraded me to a Volvo which has tinted windows and I feel like we have a little privacy, but if I needed help I could probably get someone’s attention fairly quickly. Into the back seat I go.

As soon as I sit down next to Justin, he leans in to kiss me. He has very soft, full lips and his tongue is darting around my lips. I feel his hand slide onto my chest and push my straps down so that he can free my breast. He does the same to the other side and I throw my bra off onto the floor while he starts kneading my breasts and sucking on them. You know what this does to me, and I can tell that even though I only intended to do a little kissing with this boy, it is probably going to go farther if I don’t stop now. But I can’t stop. I slip my hand under his shirt and pull it up and over his head to reveal his chest where you can see his implant beneath a dragon tattoo. I lean over to kiss his chest as he has been doing to mine, and when I flick my tongue quickly over his nipples he starts to breathe hard.

Now Justin starts to run his hand up my leg as he was doing in the casino, but now I don’t stop him. He says that he wants to play with my pussy and I decide to let him and spread my legs a bit. He puts a hand on my thigh and firmly pulls my legs farther apart, then pins one leg between his so that I can’t really move. He has also slipped his arm behind my shoulders and has my left arm bent so that my wrist is firmly being held in his hand. I’m really pinned and while I don’t feel exactly scared, it does cross my mind that he is being a little rough and I’m wondering what he has in mind. However, his fingers which are now working on my clit and slipping in and out of me have taken my mind off that fear. One of his fingers is wet and slippery and he removes it and slips it smoothly into my ass. Before long I am cumming around his hand and moaning into his neck while he sucks on my breast. When I am finished cumming, I start to relax my legs and pull them together, but he won’t let me. He keeps rubbing on me and won’t let me move. My clit is very sensitive, but I am trapped and after a few minutes cum again.

Eventually he lets me loose and once I catch my breath I start to work my way down his chest and stomach with my mouth while reaching my hand into his shorts to stroke his very erect cock and balls. I discover that he is completely shaved which is interesting. We slip his shorts down and I start to stroke him more firmly and lick up and down his shaft, eventually working my way to the head of his cock. I slip him into my mouth and suck gently, then more firmly while squeezing the base and sliding my fingers up and down. He starts to breathe faster and let out a few moans and at one point tells me to suck his cock hard while he reaches over and slaps my ass. Pretty soon I feel him growing harder and can tell that he is about to climax. Since we’re in the car and I’m still sort of wearing clothes, I decide to swallow his cum as it starts to shoot out of him and run down my throat. He is clutching my hair in one hand and grabbing my ass with the other one while he tries not to buck off of the seat or make too much noise. I slowly pull up and continue to gentle squeeze the shaft of his cock while he grabs my chin and kisses me on the mouth, licking his cum off my chin and lips.

We both catch our breath, and chat for a few minutes about…nothing. Soon his phone starts buzzing again and his friends are looking for him. He says he doesn’t mean to be an asshole, but he should go and I tell him that it’s fine. We gather our clothes and get out of the back seat as discreetly as possible. He kisses me goodbye and walks off while I get in the front seat and drive home, smiling and smelling like sex.

Vegas, Baby! (part one)

2009-09-27T16:00:00.000-07:00

Had a little adventure in Vegas recently, that I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy it...I did.

Playing Blackjack at Casino Royale. It’s fairly crowded and I move tables three times before finding one I’m happy with. Sitting there is a girl in her 20’s and one other guy. Soon three men walk up, two in their late twenties and one guy around fifty. They’re all nice looking and friendly, so I think about flirting a little with the older one since he is close to my age and I doubt the others would be interested. However, he is fairly drunk and his young friends are trying to keep him from being too loud and obnoxious, especially one guy – Justin – who is sitting at first base. Justin is nice looking, short brown hair, cap, t-shirt and shorts. At one point I get up to go to the bathroom at the same time as him and he offers me his arm as an “escort”. When I come out, he is waiting to take me back to the table, which was sweet. At the table everyone is being very friendly and boisterous which always makes gambling more fun for me.

Over the course of the next few hours we all become new best friends and we are all winning money hand over fist! The guys are progressively getting a little drunker and at one point Mark playfully hits Justin in the chest, to which all three gasp and look horrified. It turns out that he has a heart defect and has some kind of device implanted (pacemaker, or something similar). The other guys tell me I should feel it - it’s weird! So I reach over and put my hand on his chest. The device is sitting just over a nicely muscular chest and to tease his friends I look up into his eyes and say “ooh, it’s hard!” They tell me to touch it again and see if gets harder, and I tell them that maybe I will later depending on how big his stack (of chips) gets. Obviously flirty, but all in good fun.

At some point Mark and the other guy decide to go get dinner, but Justin wants to stay and gamble. A couple come to the table, so I scoot over next to him so they can sit together. Now there starts to be some brushing of arms…pressing of legs…erotic rubbing of Aces which are dealt to each other (for good luck). Soon it becomes clear that he is seriously flirting with me, and he starts getting touchier and mentioning “later” when we will have time to do more. I’m considering what to do. It’s doesn’t seem safe or smart to actually take this stranger home with me. I am getting pretty horny though, and he is too. I take the lime out of my glass and start sucking on it while looking into his eyes which makes him accidentally stay on a 10 opposite a 6. Oops.

A little while later, I feel a hand on my knee. It gradually works its way under my skirt and up my thigh a bit and I decide to let it stay there. I turn to look at Justin, and while staring into my eyes he purposefully runs his hand a little further up my leg. The casino is crowded but I don’t really want to stop him. On my next trip to the bathroom, I remove my panties.

Now I am really aroused, and going back and forth between wanting his hand between my legs and fearing that we will get kicked out of the casino or arrested for indecent exposure! Eventually he works it far enough up to brush against my clit with his fingertip and we both gasp (I don’t think he expected me to be naked under my dress). Once this happens I can see that I need to decide whether I am going to let this progress or stop it now. Well, I don’t seem to have a lot of self-discipline especially when it comes to handsome young men so I spread my legs just a little and lean forward to obscure the view from the dealer and other players.

For the next hour or so this goes on – Justin sneaking his arm under my dress and me letting it linger for a moment, then pushing it away because there are, after all, people all around us. Once he works his arms so far up my dress he starts to touch my breast! This was too much and I stop him, but my nipples are rock hard now. After the cards start to go a little cold, Justin whispers in my ear that he wants what is under my skirt, and he wants it now. He tells his friends (and me) that he is going to walk me to my car at Harrah’s. We both color up our chips and leave.

To be continued...

Who do you have sex with?

2009-09-23T07:55:00.000-07:00

Many of us choose one person at a time to mate with. Some of us will jump on anything that holds still long enough. I fall somewhere in between. Not being an advocate of cheating, I try to be completely open and honest with my sexual partners and not expose them to physical or emotional danger as a result of their relationship with me. I am fortunate to have been with many deliciously skilled, interesting men and women in my life, but the one I’ve chose to be my mate… my life partner… my husband, tops the list in every way. I fully realize how lucky I am.

Hub (that will be his pseudonym here, I think) loves me, takes care of me, makes me feel safe. He also is nicely hung, has a great ass, can lick his eyebrows and makes me cum three times a night. And he lets me date other people. Now if I were to fall in love with someone else, that would hurt his feelings. But chatting online, exchanging naughty emails, and even physical encounters are fine with him as long as they make me happy and horny. After all, who reaps the benefits of that? He does, and in a big way.

Since we’ve opened our relationship in this way, I’ve been fascinated by the people who have pursued me (And it is the pursuit that excites me most). There are plenty of people who just want to show me a picture of their genitals then have me talk dirty while they masturbate. Most of the time, this bores me. There are some who immediately want to meet me in person and will settle for nothing else. They make me nervous. I guess I want there to be some kind of relationship, even if it is an online one that we both know might be based on lies. After all, you can be whoever you want to be on the internet and it is who people choose to be that interests me most. If you could re-invent yourself entirely, what pictures would you display? What name would you choose? How much of your real self would you allow to come through?

Personally, I can’t seem to help being mostly myself, even in an online relationship. As a woman living in a world fraught with peril, I try to be careful not to give out identifying information until I feel I know someone well. But even when carrying on a casual conversation or sexual encounter via chat, if I’m not myself while it’s happening I have trouble feeling anything and for me, sex without emotion, isn’t sex worth having.

What about you? Who do you share yourself with?

Tell me what you want

2009-09-20T14:02:00.000-07:00

Tell me something.

Tell me your desire.

Is it to be made love to?
Do you want to be slowly undressed before flickering candlelight? Delicate fingers moving with deft assuredness over the buttons of your shirt, the buckle of your belt. Lain naked across a silken sheet strewn with fresh petals, the scents of sandalwood and champagne mingling in your senses. Your body oiled and softly stroked from head to toe, every inch of your skin showered in warm kisses. Your chest caressed, your nipples coaxed until they’re standing firm. Your strong thighs eased apart so that a delicate tongue can tease the fullness of your manhood, bringing your passion to a flame until you’re shivering with delight, until the ache to be satisfied can no longer be suppressed. Joined in nakedness, enveloped by open womanhood swollen by desire with long, flowing strokes that carry you along a road of pleasure, until your cries of fulfillment obliterate mine, until you feel your lust spill into the very center of me.Is that what you want?

Or would you prefer to be fucked?
Do you want to be lost in a fury of passion, to be swept away by a tumultuous sea of need and flesh? Frantic fingers pulling at your clothes, wrenching them apart to expose the gleaming nakedness beneath. Sharp nails scratching against your naked chest, pressing against your bullet-hard nipples. A frenzied mouth locked against yours, lips searing, tongues dancing. Determined hands forcing your pants down your thighs, seizing the waistband of your flimsy boxers and shredding them, tearing them apart, ripping the cotton from your body, leaving you bare and exposed and vulnerable. The sound of a belt undone, a zipper dragged downward; the thrill of a hot pussy, pressing insistently against your leg, finding its way over you, impaling itself desperately down onto your hard cock, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, hard, fast, mercilessly taking its pleasure with you, fucking you into ecstasy, just as you want it to, as you need it to. Heavy, come-laden balls bouncing against the cheeks of my ass, until my body stiffens against yours, and I feel your shaft throbbing and pulsing inside me, your come flooding my most intimate flesh, even as my own orgasm explodes.Is that what you want?

Or would you prefer to be teased?
Do you want to be helpless? Lashed down, silk scarves wound tightly about your wrists and your ankles, binding you to the four corners of the bed. A scalpel-sharp knife, glinting in the half-light, slicing through the fabric of your shift the waistband of your briefs. The hand that strips away the remnants of your clothes, leaving you bound and naked and utterly helpless. Feathers and raw silk drawn lightly across your trembling body. A tongue to dampen your skin, and then soft breath to cool it. The cold feel of a hard steel cock ring brushing your erect nipples, drawing invisible lines across your belly, up the insides of your thighs, over the swollen head of your cock, encircling it and your balls clamping them tight and swollen for me to use until I tire of you. A small finger nudging its way between your ass cheeks, slowly, slowly, teasing you … A hand grasping your cock and slowly, deliberately stroking up and down until you reach the brink of climax…then stopping. And then starting over. And then again. And again. And again. And just when you think you can’t take any more teasing, when every nerve ending in your body is begging, screaming for fulfillment, the warm, wet swollen lips of my pussy rubbing slowly across the tip of your cock, circling my clitoris and smearing your precum across my opening, and then slowly easing my way onto you, fucking you with such exquisite precision, such excruciating slowness, that when you finally feel your hot seed splashing against my flesh, the power of that solitary orgasm actually renders you speechless…thoughtless.

Introduction

2009-09-20T11:53:00.001-07:00

Does the world really need another sex blog?! I have no idea, but you’re here reading mine so apparently there’s something you’re interested in. What is it? Do you want to hear about my exploits in graphic detail so you’ll have something to masturbate to? Do you want to learn some new techniques or get ideas for scenarios to enact in your own life? Are you just interested in a purely clinical way in how people communicate in this new frontier of internet blogs? Maybe you know me…or think you do and are curious about my dirty, secret life.

I make no claim to be a brilliant writer. There will, no doubt, be instances of poor grammar and incorrect punctuation. Don’t bother writing me to point them out – I won’t care. That’s not the point of my writing here. My stories here are just meant to get you thinking…imagining…learning.

Whatever your reason for visiting, I hope you’ll find something that peaks your interest. Let me know if there’s something you want to read about. Some of the stories here will be based on true events, and some of them will be fiction. Some of the “not true yet” stories will really be plans for a future occasion. Maybe one of those occasions will involve you.

Love,
Sheer Bliss