New chapter?
He kicked off his shoes, one of them propelled to the area of the room I was standing in. It hit the back of my leg, and I spun round, ready to berate him. But I thought of a better idea: under the guise of being annoyed, I started a tickling war. He was powerless to resist, and collapsed in a fit of giggles onto his bed. I straddled him in order to keep up the pretense that I was hurt by such a display of carelessness with his shoes.
But then he grabbed me, forcefully, but not enough to cause me pain. My arms were pinned to my sides, and all tickling was stopped. I was still straddling him, and as I felt how powerfully he held me in his grip, I started to let my mind wander over what might be.
I slowly lowered my head to meet his, and gently placed a kiss on his lips. To say there were sparks is an understatement. A sharp intake of breath from him, and his arms were wrapped around me, holding me in an unbreakable embrace. My arms snaked around his neck, my hands running through his too-long hair. Our hands wandered, as our lips danced over necks: as his lips kissed, and teeth grazed over my neck, it was all I could do to slump into ball. A ball completely filled with electricity, feeling ecstatic.
I should have been feeling utterly relaxed, lapping up the attention he was giving me. But I was greedy. I wanted more. I pulled at his shirt, lifting it up over his head. I wanted to get a better look at him, so I pushed him back onto the bed, still kissing him, with him pulling me down on top of his body.
I wound my way down his neck, onto his chest, with my mouth, placing kisses along my way, but pausing at his nipples. I circled my tongue around his nipple, and heard the sharp intake of breath, and felt his arms lock tighter around my body. I continued this, bringing him to the same peak he had brought me to earlier, before carrying on my journey further down his body.
If his belt wasn’t so complicated, I would’ve contemplated taking his trousers off with my teeth, just for the effect. But, alas, his belt was complicated. He had to help. But once I got his trousers off (he took his socks off at the same time – how do men do that so easily, seemingly without us noticing?), I continued with the teasing. This was done by kissing the tops of his legs, and that little crease that forms between the top of his legs and his abdomen. Then I started at the base of his penis, and licked the length of it, finishing off with a swirl of my tongue around his head. I played around this throbbing head, running my tongue up and down the frenulum, as my left hand pumped his cock, and my right hand was entwined with his hand. Then, when I thought I’d teased him enough, I slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth. His hand swept my hair aside, which had fallen and covered his cock, so he could watch me work my mouth on his cock.
I moved back to kiss him properly, and his hands move quickly to remove me from my clothes. Again, I raise the issue of skinny jeans: they may look good, but they sure as hell are difficult to get off in the throws of passion. Now it is his turn to worship my body. And he does such a good job, paying particular attention to my breasts, kneading them gently with his hands, whilst flicking my nipples with his tongue.
As I was in a state of complete and utter bliss, yet again, I failed to notice his hand disappear ‘down south’, until he started circling my clit with his fingers. He was teasing me. I kept trying to wriggle around, so he would sink his fingers deep inside me, but he didn’t take the bait. But he did, when I least expected it. I practically came on the spot. It had been too long since I’d had anyone finger me, and it felt so good to have it done to me again. He rocks me hard, still pleasuring me with his tongue all over my body.
Positioning himself above me, I spread my legs to allow him easier access. I squirm a little, anticipating the inevitable thrust of his cock. He rubs my opening with it, before sinking in, in one long stroke, before pulling out again. He continues to do this, several times, before I grabbing him, trying to pull him towards me, my legs wrapped around me, trying to ease my frustration. He grants me my wish, slowly, and as he thrusts in and out of me, he positions his hand in between our bodies, and starts rubbing my clit again. He brings me so close, but stops.
I roll him over, pinning him down, and straddle him again. I lower myself onto his cock, and this time, bring him to the brink of orgasm. But I stop just before he does. Now who’s the teasing one? I tell him I don’t want him to come just yet, and suggest that he takes me from behind.
Kneeling on all fours, he grabs my hips, and takes me, starting slowly, and building it up. With one hand on my hip, the other on my right breast, he brings me to the point again…..but then stops, building up the suspense.
We collapse side by side on the bed – neither of us have come yet. I ask him what he wants. He says whatever I want, I can have it. I tell him I want him right now, really hard. He obliges.
He slid his cock into me, forcefully, and carried out my request by thrusting into me hard and fast. After a few strokes, he said ‘Told you I wouldn’t last long’, followed by ‘ohhhhhhhh fuck!’ as his thrusts became harder, before coming deep inside me.
I may not have come, but he made up for it later. But that’s another post…
Sex update
I’ve been away with my coursemates on a ‘conference’. I say conference, but it’s not the type you’ve probably got an image for in your head at the moment: basically, we were in the middle of nowhere, with no phone reception or internet, and made to talk about our current research to the rest of the department.
It was actually kind of fun. Having no phone reception and internet meant I couldn’t be distracted, and I enjoyed time with my friend. Maybe I enjoyed the time a little too much….
I had heard rumours that my coursemate, Bass Player, had liked me for a while. But we’d been good friends, nothing more. But being away in strange surroundings with nothing better to do can lead to all sorts of things. Throw in the fact I’d received bad news about a family member dying whilst I was at the conference, and my emotions were all over the place: I was tired, drained, numb with shock, and had an overwhelming urge to go home.
The majority of my coursemates were drunk, which is a regular occurrence on conferences! I was sitting by myself, in the dark, when I was stumbled upon by Bass Player. He asked if I wanted to join the others, and I hesitantly got up from my comfy sofa where I was curled up and got up. He led the way, and when we’d walked through the doors to the top of the stairs, he turned round and asked if I wanted a drink from the bar. I politely shook my head, as alcohol really wouldn’t help my situation at that present time. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and then quickly pecked a kiss on my lips.
Completely stunned, I just stood there. But what happened next was, I’d like to think, uncharacteristic of me: he kissed me again, this time for longer and more urgently, as if he was fitting in 9 months of fantasising about this moment into one point in time. But I did not pull back. I kissed back, and wound my arms around his torso, with my hands winding through his hair.
He pushed me against the wall, out of sight of prying eyes and pressed himself against me with, if it was possible, even more urgency. His mouth found its way down to my neck, his hand entwined in my hair on one side of my head to prevent it lolling in the state of pleasure I was experiencing.
I haven’t wanted to feel a man’s touch so much for a long time. Not even William’s. I spread my legs, with him in-between them. His hand snaked up my leg, around the curve of my bum, and under the back of my top. Resting his hand in the small of my back he pulled me closer to him, as his mouth ventured further down. His other hand was now free, leaving my head to rest against the wall. His hand traced a path across my breasts, before pulling down my top to expose my bra. His finger slid under the confines of my bra, to discover my nipples were hard and eager to be touched. He complied by lifting my breast from its prison, and dipped his head to taste it: he circled my nipple with his tongue, before giving it a gentle nibble. He continued to pleasure me in this way for a while, before tracing a line of kissed back up to my mouth. I felt completely sated.
But his kisses left me wanting more, and the urgency and the speed we were kissing increased. Tongues danced, teeth bit down harder on lips, breathing got heavier. His hand moved from the small of my back to again trace a line up my leg, but this time, on the inside. It was excruciatingly slow. When he finally reached the spot between my legs, his touch, even though through my jeans, just made me moan. He found my spot so quickly, and his fingers were truly skilled, as he had me working up to orgasm in no time. I was holding on tight to him, my head buried in his shoulder, teeth biting down through his t-shirt to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.
It was just before I came that I made him stop. Something switched on in my head, that even though I knew I had to end my relationship with William, I wasn’t that girl: I wouldn’t cheat on him. In some eyes, I know it appears I already have. But I knew if I came right there, it would be so much worse, and the guilt so much more than it already was.
I asked him to stop. At first he didn’t understand, thinking I meant I wanted to go somewhere more secluded for more than just a fondle in a doorway. I explained to him that I couldn’t continue, that I felt guilty enough as it was, and that I wouldn’t continue this until I had done the right thing. He didn’t seem to understand at first, but it eventually sank in.
I know some of you reading this will believe I am a bad person. Go ahead, it’s ok. But it made me realise that if I wanted to touch another man that much, and have him touch me in that way, and not think of William until I was nearly coming on his hands, then maybe I should wake up and smell the coffee.
Durex review – Part one
I say part 1, as we only managed to get through 2 of them – the two being Play and Heat. The lovely people at Durex also sent Pina Colada, Cherry and Tingle, which hopefully we will get round to (but this requires a separate post on relationship-type stuff). So here goes:
Play
I have tried this before, both with William and with other people (although that wasn’t always strictly for sexual purposes!), but in the interests of science, we tried it again, to be fair. William got straight into it: he went down on me, to warm me up, before lubing up one finger and sliding it into my very wet sex. This was very pleasurable: there was no discomfort (sometimes I get this if I’m not ‘prepped’ enough) and it had a silky feel to it. He then lubed up another finger, and proceeded to probe at my anus, before oh-so-easily sliding in, whilst still sliding a finger in and out of my vagina and licking my clit to oblivion. The feeling was incredible, not only because he’d done all this in practically no time at all with hardly any easing me into it, but it actually felt good. So good, that I came all over his face.
Very good Durex!
Heat
Heat was second on the list, so I decided to return the favour, after I’d suitably overcome my light-headedness. I decided a hand job was in order. I don’t very often give these: they are labourious, and it takes William a while to come even if he’s doing it, so I don’t have a hope in hell. Also, I get very, well, worried I’m doing it wrong. But all this was put aside, caution was thrown into the wind, and I lubed up the palms of my hands with Heat and started to give the hand job of my life: long, up and down strokes, with intervals spent just playing with the head, and sometimes using both hands. I was leaning over him, so I took matters into my own, well, breasts, and thrust his throbbing cock between them. I grabbed my breasts and simulated what my hands had previously done. Now, neither of us could feel any heat that we weren’t generating ourselves, so I stopped what I was doing temporally and got William to read the instructions.
Ohhh, you’re meant to blow on it to activate it. I see. Back to hand job.
‘Can you feel that?’, as I gave a new meaning to the phrase ‘blow job’
‘Er…not really…’ came the reply.
Hmph. I decided to test it out myself. If I blew onto my palms, which were coated in lube, I could feel the heat, not the usual coolness you get when you blow on yourself. So the lube does work. It’s just selective.
April
I know I’ve missed out March, but I don’t think we tried any new in that month. We probably experimented with things we’d already tried, but nothing brand spanking new.
Last month, however, we did. I can’t find a picture of this in my bible of positions, so I drew it. It’s only a little sketch, please, no nominations for the Turner Prize:
I quite liked it!
Another new thing we tried: spanking. William isn’t into spanking, or whipping, or anything that requires using force on a woman, as he thinks it’s mean. I can see where he’s coming from, but just recently, he’s been giving me little taps on the bum when he’s taking me from behind. The other night, he was doing this, until I shouted ‘harder!’ and he gave me an almighty slap, which made me come there and then.
It’ll be whips and paddles soon, I hope.
Carpet burns
As a break from revision (for him) and horrible, horrible research (me), William and I decided to go to the theatre for the night. We invited friends along to make it a nice outing. It was thoroughly enjoyable, I think I’ve managed to convert William to the theatre now. Next on the list is Shakespeare.
Anywho, we drove home, the conversation topic stayed mainly on the show. When we got home, we closed the door and continued talking, and it was like one of those really soppy romantic rom-com movies, as we turned towards each other, moved a little closer together and then started kissing. Just like two magnets.
So the clothes came off, an item at a time. I dropped the keys I was holding to the floor, which made a loud ‘thud’. Soon we were both standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. I didn’t need to persuade him tonight: he got right down on his knees without a word from me and started licking. It felt good, as we’d had a whole week without sex, which has been heightened over the weekend by the ‘no hanky panky’ rule laid down by the rents.
He pulled me down on top of him so I was sitting on his face. I played with his hair as he grabbed my bum and pulled me forcefully onto his mouth even more, and moved me backwards and forwards over his tongue. He even ventured into indulging me with a little rimming, but not for long, as his intentions ultimately lay elsewhere.
My bed was a mess (huge surprise for me), so we turned our attention to possible floor space.
He went on top first. The friction between my back and the carpet wasn’t exactly nice…..but then again, I was having orgasms so I didn’t care! He had slid into me in one stroke, I was so wet and ready for him. My legs were intertwined with his, and as I experienced the crescendo before coming, I wrapped my arms around his waist so tightly, just to keep him in that spot that would guarantee my orgasm.
Without letting me come down from my dizzy high, he flipped me over: my legs ached from being spread apart, perhaps due to lack of practise. It’s been a long time since we’ve gone a whole week without sex. He slid into me once again from behind, one hand on my waist, the other on my back, pushing lightly to indicate me wanted me on the floor. So there I was, bum in the air, my torso pressed to the floor. I was slightly worried I’d get carpet burns on my breasts!
He leant over me and whispered ‘where do you want it?’
‘I don’t mind, I don’t care, make me come again, please!’
In response to this, he fucked me so hard, then suddenly withdrew, and then, basically, I gave him an arse-crack wank (if anyone has a better name for this, let me know): he rubbed his cock up and down the middle of my cheeks, before coming over my back. I could feel the warmth of his come as it hit my skin, and I sighed, knowing that he was satisfied.
It wasn’t until after all this, William said: ‘Does your back hurt? It’s awfully red’….
Dinner topics
I’ve decided to post this tonight, whilst the conversation is fresh in my mind. I was out with friends from uni (all 14 of us! We were quite noisy) for dinner at quite a posh restaurant in town, and after a few bottles of wine, talk turned to bodily fliuds and whether we’d like to spit, swallow or have it on a body part.
The support for each option was divided amongst the group by each individual’s preference:
Swallow
- No mess
- It has protein in it, apparently, hence it is good for you
- It’d be rude not too.
- But some people said they didn’t like the taste.
Over face/other bodily part
- Kinkiness
- You don’t have to swallow, therefore, you don’t have to taste it
- Easy to just grab a baby wipe and clean it up, rather than, say, the carpet
Spit
- No swallowing (therefore no nasty tastes apparently)
- Nothing to clean up, just spit into the sink or bin
- But there is the problem of having semen in your mouth and having to get up and walk somewhere to dispose of it i.e. awkward.
- Bit rude maybe?
So I would like to hear your preferences, and your arguements for and against these options. Or possibly if you have more options!
Dominatrix
Yeah, yeah, it’s a delayed post again. Don’t spank me for being slow at writing. Or maybe, do.
Anywho, things have been rather hectic in LS-world. Work has picked up, and I’m actually researching stuff instead of just pressing buttons on the programming interface and going ‘Hmmm, I wonder what this does?’ And the promise of warmer weather has meant that I must purchase new clothes for such weather. My mind demands it. Sod the recession.
Friday was interesting. Wine was involved, that is the only reason I can come up with for me acting like I did. One minute I was sitting comfortably watching X-Men III, the next, as I tried to stand up, I realised I drunk enough wine to make myself a little bit tipsy. So I instantly sat back down again, and William sat on the floor between my knees. I immediately went to give him a shoulder massage, which developed into me using more than just my hands: lips can be used to massage those tensions building up, oh yes. So I kissed my way up his neck, before turning his head so I could kiss him.
I could tell he wanted me because he’s never kissed me like that before: it was the kind that gave me tingles up the spine. Normally William’s kissed are like he’s taking little sips of me, in a very tender way. But this wasn’t tender. This was ferocious, and with need intermingled.
I led him upstairs. He started to undress me and I let him. I undressed him just to admire his body (I think he’s been secretely working out), and made him think he was in charge, as he pulled me towards him. How wrong he was: I pushed him to his knees, and kicked one leg over his shoulder. This is the best position for oral, I’ve decided. I felt like a little minx, grinding my sex over his mouth, yet I could still see his tongue doing its magic.
Orgasm was inevitable. I collapsed on the bed, face first, burrowing into the soft pillow. But it seems William is a bit of a switch himself: being forced to his knees, to be my sub, had turned him on somewhat. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he grabbed my hips, dragged me towards him and plunged in with his already hard cock in one swift stroke. My bum was up in the air, my face still buried in the pillows (which I’d dragged with me. I do like my comfort), being pounded relentlessly from behind. His orgasm followed a few thrusts later, before pushing me down to my previous position, William on top and still inside of me.
Now: who ended up in charge?
11 days to go – what are your plans?
It’s the time of year that singletons loathe, loved-up couples splash out on their other halves to show them how much they love them/care about them/want to fuck their brains out (delete as appropriate) and secret admirers can admit their affections.
Personally, I think all the hype cooked up is ridiculous. Sure, you can celebrate your love for one another, but you can do that any day (and probably should too). There is too much pressure on men to remember to book that romantic meal for two and get the big bouquet of flowers that all thought of originality goes out the window. There is too much pressure on woman to receive gifts too: I’m sure you’ve all heard of women in the workplace buying themselves flowers, to be delivered, and then act all surprised when they turn up, pretending them to be from some secret admirer. Give it a rest!
I do like celebrating Valentine’s day, I really do. Perhaps it’s being a student, or maybe my thrifty upbringing, but I’d rather have a handmade card and a mixed tape of all the songs that remind my significant other of myself, than a big bouquet of flowers that will eventually die, and can’t be kept. This year I’ve got a do-it-yourself mindset for William: Scarlet has come up with some call cards with sexual favours in them. So when I make him my card (yes, I am artistic) I can put my favourite one in there! I’m thinking the ’slave’ card will be sure to grab his attention, as he does like to be dominant. Ingenious, yet inherently simple.
Hopefully this year’s Valentine’s Day will be better than last year’s, when I was taken out by Barry for a nice romantic meal, only to be criticised not only for my outfit (big no-no) and the way I eat. As a former eating disorder sufferer, this was enough to make me get up and walk out.
Previous years have brought happier Valentine’s Days: I experienced my first multiple orgasm on Valentine’s Day a few years ago. This may be entirely independent from the fact it occured on this day, but maybe it was the feeling of love in the air? Maybe not….
What are your plans for the 14th February this year? Are you going all out to impress the one you love? Maybe bypassing it completely and spending it with the friends that you love? Or are you taking my favoured route (and probably a credit-crunch friendly route) of originality and do-it-yourself?
Tied and Bound
I was stripped naked, with only a blindfold on, and was led by the hand to lie on the bed. He positioned my arms above me, and then I felt the cool metal of the handcuff encasing my wrists as has fastened them. I wriggled about, testing to see how much movement I still had, but I had been handcuffed to the headboard of my bed, and my ankles were being bound with silk ties to the bottom of the bed.
Just for a moment, all excitement left me, and the feeling of fear swept over me: this was the first outing into bondage for me and William, and I didn’t know what to expect. But I quickly pushed this thought aside, as I felt the cold touch of William’s fingers, which were covered in lube: the excitement built up again as they circled my bumhole and he carefully inserted one, then two, then three fingers in. His other hand (slightly warmer!) was playing with my clit, and occasionally he dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, and I felt so full, but also so hot being double penetrated.
He inserted his rock hard cock into my expectant pussy in one fluid movement, and I had a small intake of breath as I felt the length of him spread me further. He pounded me with hard, rapid strokes, hitting that place that tips me over the edge. I tried to move my arms, obviously in vain as the handcuffs weren’t going to budge, so I could grab that firm ass of his. Just as the first ripples of orgasm started to flow through me, he withdrew, and said ‘I’m gonna come on your face’, and took off my blindfold off: I watched him grasp his cock in his hand and start pumping, the tip only an inch from my face. All it took were three strokes, and he came on my cheek. I opened my mouth, trying desperately to take the tip of his cock in my mouth, to taste him, but I couldn’t lift my head up to reach: instead, he rested the tip on my lips, and the last few spurts went into my mouth, and smothered my lips.
Finished, he bent down to kiss me before I’d licked all of his come off of my lips. He tasted himself on me, adding that I looked ’so sexy’ like this, with his come over my face, and being bound and under him.
Next time it’s his turn.
Randoms
Two posts in one day, aren’t you a lucky lot?
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but apart from pole dancing my hobbies include making my own jewellery, some of which I sell in my own little shop on a marketplace for handmade items called Etsy. Whilst listing some new items, I stumbled across this.
How utterly gorgeous are they?! They are truly gorgeous, works of art.
