Friday, February 22, 2013

Sex Words A-Z

Some words are inherently sexy, or just make me think of sex. Here's my list:

Adam's Apple. My first thought was "ass" but it seemed obvious. An Adam's Apple is such a masculine part of the body. I love watching them move and listening to the deep timbre of someone's voice.

Booty. I love this word because its sex-positive. Words like "butt" and "ass" can have both negative and positive connotations.... but booty? It's full of positive thinking. Booty is always a compliment.

Cunt.  How could I not use this word? I love it. Its powerful and offensive. But why? How is it any different than vagina or pussy other then it's one of society's most feared words - beyond even the f word. Cunt. CUNT. LICK IT.

Daddy. Sometimes, I like to call him Daddy. It makes him want to bend me over and fuck me.

Eros. Erotic love and passion. If you don't have it, you know its missing. I missed it for years, and when I found it.... I've never let go.

French lace. What is it about things being French that make them sexier than their otherwise-sourced comparatives? I would love to own a French lace bra and panty set.

Generosity. Give me a partner who wants to give me orgasm after orgasm, past the point which I think I can handle, and show me new limits of mulitple O's, and I will try to be just as generous.

Hole. Find one. Use it.

Intimacy. The ability to say exactly what you're thinking to your partner. So valuable, and

Jerk off. I love to watch a man play with his own penis. Sometimes its like watching a child play with his favorite toy. Only the play ends in an orgasm and he's so addicted he can't stop.

Kink. It's only weird the first time.

Love. For me, it makes sex a possibility. For him, it makes it so much better than without. The more love, the better the sex.

Mound. I love the pussy mound, how it raises up with your pubic bone. I love how it feels when you massage it with your hand.

Nipple. When he sucks mine, I feel like the most loved woman in the world. It's so intimate.

Orgasm. It's not the end-all, be-all of sex. It's great, but if you're having sex for the orgasm you might be doing it wrong.

Penis. Because God has a sense of humor. From an observational standpoint, they are equal parts hilarious, gorgeous, and pure sex.

Queening stool. One of the most brilliant pieces of furniture ever invented. I need one!

Record. I never though recording ourselves and then watching it would be so fucking HOT.

Silicone. I know more about this material than I ever thought I would, thanks for my interest in body-safe sex toys.

Testosterone. As a PCOS woman, I have way too much. Thankful I have a partner who understands the consequences of that.

Uvula. The way your mouth moves when you say this word reminds me of sex... kind of how your lips form during a blow job. Uuuuvuuuulaaaaa.

Virginity. Highly, highly over-rated.

Wrap. I love to wrap myself around him. Arms and legs, entwining myself.

X-ray. Several times for overseas trips I've had to get a chest x-ray... and you can totally see my boobs on the x-ray. The nice rounded bottom swoops of my boobs... displayed to any doctor or tech who reviews it. I felt so exposed.

Yoni. I really want a yoni massage. Lately, when I look at porn, it's what I look for.

Zero. The number of times you should fake orgasms. Just be honest.

Note: this post is an entry into Beck's Asian Leather Ball Gag Giveaway. Go and check out the other entries and take an opportunity to enter yourself.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

He spanked me til I cried

"We need a safeword."

"Ok. Pick one."

"I can't think of anything! I'm nervous."

"Well, you need to pick so you'll remember it."

"Ok." My heart was pounding. I'd never picked a safeword for myself. I don't allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.

Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.

He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we've tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn't thought about this.

"Relax." Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.

He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn't hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn't wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.

I hoped he wouldn't tell me not to flinch. I wasn't ready for that yet.

The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.

The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn't waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.

He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. "So beautiful," he breathed against my skin. "So warm." My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop. 

My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn't suggested restraints. I couldn't handle many blows like that.

With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I've never started crying so fast.

I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.

He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn't always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.

Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I'd almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.

I'd never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn't understand were washing through me.

He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don't remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.

He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn't come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.

I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
Taken after he had jacked off. Still  a little pink.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Just another day

It's Valentine's Day... and we really don't care.

Last year was our first Valentine's Day together, I told him that if he did ANYTHING for this day, it would end up in a fight and a major problem for not listening to me.  The first time I told him, he said OK. And then after a moment's pause, he asked, "Wait... you're not doing that woman thing where you say you don't want anything, but if I don't, you'll get mad at me, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you're not like that, but I'm just checking."

"I'm 100% serious. You give me anything to make this day different than any other day, you will be in big trouble."

Smart guy, he listened and the day was like no other.

I've always been this way. Growing up, I hated this day. The stupid little cards you gave to every person in your class so no one would be left out were so meaningless. What was a "valentine," anyway to a third grader? I remember one year the teacher said that giving Valentines were optional. I chose not to bring any - and I was the ONLY student in my class of 25 who didn't bring any. I felt embarrassed and mad. Signing your name to a card didn't mean you felt any one way about me. It was a stupid tradition with no point.

Every year, my mom made the day special. Every year she gave us each a personalized card and a little gift. There was always chocolate, but there was always a gift telling us how she loved and appreciated my sister and I. It was special appreciation for us as daughters. While I hated the commercialism of the day, I loved and looked forward to her gifts. She made the day special for us.

But romantic interests? In grade school it was out of place and awkward. I received one Valentine in high school from my long-distance quasi-boyfriend. It was sweet, but unnecessary. I hadn't expected it and appreciated the gesture.

All I heard about the dreaded V-day was failed expectations, sickening displays of affection that came wrapped in Made in China teddy bears and cheap chocolate candy. I just didn't care or what any part of it.

If you love me, show me every day. Make dates. Be romantic randomly. Make an effort to make any day special for us. I don't need chalky candy hearts or red and gold heart-shaped boxes to tell me how you feel. If that's the only way or time you do, we have problems.

There's no point to celebrating this mother of all fake holidays other than to support cheap manufacturing and overly sentimental romantic whims. Growing up I saw huge expectations women placed on men based on movies and media, and men hopelessly trying to figure out what to do. What was the point of this?

I can't see one. So for us, today is just a normal day. Like the other 364 or 365 days of the year, we'll do our best to further our relationship, show our love, support one another, and each take opportunities to be romantic.

Oh, and he couldn't be happier about this viewpoint. He's had the awful expectations placed on him by ex-girlfriends who wanted him to figure it out and then have it blow up in his face when it wasn't quite what they expected or wanted. He's had girls say its no big deal and then it is because, well, it's the most special day of love, how could he be so inconsiderate? So, to say the least, he's very happy.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

TMI Tuesday: Fantasy & Role Play

1. To spice things up in the bedroom, how adventurous are you willing to be? (select one)
a. I have never role-played before and will need a lot of instruction.
b. I have tested the waters, but never acted out anything scripted.
c. I have got my feet wet and want more!
d. Dive in head first – nothing is too deep.


Hmm. For me I think the answer is B. I've never role-played before FHF* and our role-play has been somewhat limited. I've loved what we've done so far, but it certainly hasn't been much and I feel very much like a n00b doing it.

2. What scenario peaks your interest most? Why?
a. Romantic and sensual
b. Playful and fun
c. Kinky! I want it all.


C. C. C. C. C! Romance is great, but its just not us. We don't role-play romance, it happens naturally when it does. For B, I think anything we do is somewhat playful and fun. But kink - we are always up for some kink. And anything we role-play is definitely kinky.

3. Which of these is closest to your ideal setting for a fantasy?
a. A brothel
b. A dungeon
c. A bedroom
d. A prison cell


C. Believe it or not, we keep things in a bedroom setting. The others seem interesting, but we've just haven't been there yet. Oh... the question was idealsetting. Well then, I'd say A or B.

4. Which of the following toys would be prominently featured in your fantasy? (select one)
a. Feathers and whipped cream
b. Handcuffs, panty hose, and a necktie
c. Whips and chains
d. Ice cubes and a cold beer


C. We're fans of punishment.... although B might make an interesting rape play.

5. It is time to take your sexy self to fantasy island, which fantasy will you bring to life to rock your lover’s world?
a. The Sassy Sexy Jersey Whore. Gaudy, Flashy, Showy…totally Jersey!
b. Kinky Cook. It’s all about the spice! Heating things up in the kitchen.
c. Naughty Maid. Your feather duster will tickle more than just the dust on the shelves.
d. Doctor Love. Saving lives and breaking hearts but not before you administer a head-to-toe physical examination.
e. Frisky Fireman. A hose so long you can put out several of the hottest fires and leave a smoldering heap as proof of a job well done.

Well, considering we already have a video of B (that happens on a regular basis), I'm going to add in C as a fantasy to bring to life. I wouldn't use a feather duster, but I'd be sure to be taken advantage of and just unable to resist the charms of the guest.

Bonus:  Tell us about your craziest or wildest role-playing adventure.
I don't think we've done anything exceptionally wild or crazy. We're much higher on the kink level... like doing a hentai-esque brother-sister role-play. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

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*FHF = Fucking Hot Fiance

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

TMI Tuesday: The Erotic Home

SinnerMan strikes again! This week’s questions are brought to you by virtualsin.wordpress.com.

1. When you bought your bed frame, did you evaluate it in terms of ropes, handcuffs, etc?
YES. A thousand times yes. I have to say, I made the right choice, no? (And this was purchased prior to the FHF*).  So many options...

Possibilities are endless!

2. Aside from beds, was sex ever a major consideration in choosing a piece of furniture?
Of course! When we purchased our large leather ottoman, we whispered to each other in the store how good it would be for sex. And it has been.


3. Have you ever had anyone else (friend, mom) say a piece of your furniture was inappropriate because it was clearly for sexual purposes?
No, mostly because I don't have any friends or family over. We're too far away from everyone. So... I guess we need new friends!


4. Do you have a piece of furniture that has a stain caused by bodily fluids (baby vomit not included)?
Yes. My mattress was 5 years old and spotless before the FHF. Six months after learning how to squirt and its stained everywhere... we finally invested in a waterproof mattress pad, but the damage has been done. Aside from that, no, I try to be very careful about that.

5. Do you have anything in your bedside table you wouldn’t want your father or mother to know about?
I'm on the fence about this. Honestly, I don't care if they peak and find out. That's what they get for peaking. Only a few toys are on/in the bedside table (okay ON not IN) and the majority are in our sex toy cabinet.

6. Do you own any exercise equipment that is useful for sex?
We have a couple of exercise balls, but have yet to put them into any good use. I really don't want to think about exercise when having sex.

7. Aside from your bedroom, what room do you have sex in most often?
The kitchen! We love kitchen sex... 

8. Do you have any electronics (TV, stereo) etc in your bedroom that are on during sex?
Never. We never do TV or music during sex. It's always 100% about us. Ok well one time while watching Netflix in bed, we had sex, but the volume was off (we turned it off) so we wouldn't be distracted. Sex by laptop light.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

*FHF = Fucking Hot Fiance

Monday, February 4, 2013

Force me

"Force me," I said. "Force me to suck your dick. Force it down my throat. Push my head, make take it." I was kneeling on the bed, eyeliner and mascara on. I wanted him to see it run down my face.

His cock was already hard from tonguing my pussy earlier. I love his tongue on my pussy, but when he sticks it in me, wraps his hands around the outside of my legs, and pushes in until his face is up against my body and then starts wiggling his head, I completely lose it. I go from moaning slightly to a squirming, howling mess. He'll stay in me until his tongue is coated in my come. Then he'll pull out, take a few breaths and let my body still, and do it again.

And now it was my turn. I looked up at his face. He's always timid about really forcing his cock down my throat. He knows how sensitive my gag reflex can be and I think he's afraid of pushing me too far. Tonight, I wanted to be pushed.

His hard cock stood out at me and I started to lightly suck it, working my way from head down toward the base. Each bob of my head took me a bit closer as I let my saliva wet him and my tongue swirl at that spot he loves. His legs bowed slightly as I made my way. His left hand reached back for our headboard to help steady himself as he stood on the mattress. I appreciated the choice of the mattress - it made my knees feel so much better than the floor.

I started to slide down more onto his cock, right to the point where my gag reflex would be triggered. I choked and pulled up, leaving a trail of spit stringing between his dick and my lips. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked up into his eyes. He was staring down at me, watching. I closed my eyes and pushed back down onto his dick, gagging again. More spit. Again. Again. His right hand gently rubbed the back of my head, letting me work up my throat and gain control over my gagging.

I took a deep breath, and then pressed full onto his cock, pushing into my throat. I always struggle with keeping my throat open, and I felt his cock stop, blocked. And then his hand pushed me, and his cock forced itself into me.

Air cut off, slight pain of being stretched in the way I love, my body wanted to push away and yet I wouldn't allow it. I choked against him for a bit, and then he released me. I came up, gasping for air. A huge intake of breath followed by an exhale. Tears on the side of my eyes, waiting to fall. His cock was covered in thick, throaty cum. Back into my mouth for a few shallow bobs of my head, and I pushed down again, and he pushed me further. It went easier this time, but I had to fight my body for control.

A tear fell down my face as he released my head and I gasped for air again. On and on he forced me, making me stay longer than I wanted to. Pushing me sooner than I expected. Doing exactly as I wanted him to. As I asked him to.

Spit ran down my chin, mascara and eyeliner ran down my cheeks and smeared onto his belly as my body struggled against his. He played with my breathing and held me even when my hands pushed him away.  I looked up and him and he watched my wet face with muted interest. His pleasure was all that was important and my discomfort was part of that pleasure.

"You've become quite a cock slut, haven't you?"

I looked into his eyes. "I always was," and then slid my mouth back onto his sensitive dick. Each bob and lick was met with soft moans from his mouth.

In the end, we pushed my gags too far and decided to change from the deep throating. He ordered me to my desk where I was to live-tweet the sex we were having. He still didn't make it easy by making me squirt (on our carpet!) and then pulling my hair so I couldn't see the keyboard and barely the screen.

It made for one hell of a fucking, and neither of us cared we missed the first 10 minutes of the Superbowl. Sometimes you just need to be used.

Friday, February 1, 2013

MakeLoveNotPorn: our new video

A few weeks ago on a Sunday night, as we were slipping into bed, I said to him, "I think tomorrow, you should fuck me in the kitchen so I can squirt all over and we'll video tape it." He only said, "Maybe" as a response.

Monday morning, I woke up to soft kisses on my cheek. After a few moments of cuddling he said, "Well, should we go to the kitchen?"

We went. I did not squirt in the amazing flood that I normally do, just a small squirt and then a 2nd round of what I would call drops of squirt than anything. But the video is fucking hot.

It's nine and a half minutes of him fucking me from behind. I squirt twice, and have 3 orgasms before he comes in me.

But its not being posted here on the blog.

Instead, we decided to post it on http://makelovenotporn.tv to share. (If you haven't checked it out, YOU NEED TO).

This is a website we've been following for months. I signed up for a beta pass long before beta was open and I remember when only three or four videos existed on the site. I knew that, one day, I wanted to contribute to it, but I wasn't sure what to do. We are relatively anonymous and we're not jumping into making videos that show our faces. So... then what?

Well, this video is a floor view shot, showing our feet and legs (and one of my boobs at one point). It's still anonymous - and unless you've been to our house and looked at our kitchen floor from that viewpoint, I'm not sure anyone will recognize it.

If they do, then they're viewing our video on MakeLoveNotPorn.

If you want to watch it, you can find it here:  http://makelovenotporn.tv

Yes, the website requires you to rent it for $5 for a 3-week unlimited viewing. I realize this automatically eliminates some potential viewers and disinterests others. But let's consider this: we will get back 50% of what you way, so you're actually supporting us and our sex life. Consider it full circle: you support our sex life, and we support yours with more videos, audio clips, and sexy writing to inspire erections (both clitoris and penis ones!) and orgasms.

EDIT: Oh, and since writing the above several weeks ago, we went ahead and made a foot job video and added it on there as well. Both of our videos made their debut earlier this week in the latest Hump Day edition. We hope you enjoy!