Foot Fetish Friday: Converse

Last week on twitter, someone asked where all the sport shoe fetish pictures were. Sure, heels and bare feet are great, but what about the girl-next-door wearing her sneakers and socks?

Well, sneaker foot fetishists, today is your day.

For his birthday a couple of weeks ago, I wanted to dress a little sexy for him, but it was fifty degrees and downpouring. Hmm. Well, bring out the jean skirt, white knee-highs socks, and purple Converse shoes! He noticed, and loved it.

Jean skirt. Scrunched knee-highs, purple Converse shoes.

I do like the way the socks scrunch on me.

Relaxing on the red leather ottoman.

This picture was a mistake, but I liked it.

These are my comfy go to the store, hang out, dinner with friends in jeans (or jean skirt shoes). However, I've also been known to wear them with black dress pants for work and might I say: its an awesome look. 

Size 7 feet.

No pictures of my feet today - but if you want to see, check out last week's post!

Epic squirt

This is what happens when I don't squirt for days... and then I get fucked doggie style, head on the mattress. He fucks me slow, shallow, and it only takes a minute or two before I explode.

This was pretty epic, even for me. The two "blank spots" in the middle were his knees.

Squirty  mess.

Yeah.

e-lust #40

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Begin rant
Communication Breakdown
Family Planning
Great Expectation
My Fantasy
Rituals, Symbolism, Kink, and of course ME

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

How You Know You Are On The Rag
Intersecting

Kink & Fetish

Anal Slut
Belted
Flogger Use and Safety from a Beginner
Janet's Magical Toybag
Protest Much?
Property of Seven
Playing With Fire
Please
Tonight I am going to fuck your (slave) ass
The Long-Anticipated Gangbang Post
Welcome To The Club

Erotic Writing

Almost Broken
Alive
A Bad Habit
A Sinner Sits for Sacred Sunday Service
BBQ & Beer
Birthday Sex
Cap D'Agde -spit roast with a stranger
Dirty Talk
Lolita Twenty-Twelve, Part Five
Lush
Matched
Oral at a Sex Party
once in a while
Revelation
Random memories: First love
Saturday Morning Pussy
Stress Reliever – Lubed Fingers
The shopping assistant
The Sting of the Crop
You

Assumptions and respect

A few days ago, Mina started a trend among bloggers and tweeters about what assumptions people make about us. I couldn't think of anything until the next day when some assumptions became very  apparent.

One thing I've noticed is, even though I disclose that I'm in a relationship with someone on my twitter profile, a lot of people assume:

1. We are in an open relationship or, kinky means poly. I don't say whether we are or not, but there is an assumption that we are. Apparently being on twitter and talking about sex means we're both ready and open for any other partners. 
2. I am looking for other partners. This is really an assumption I've seen men make. A lot. This isn't just saying how they think I'm attractive or how they love that I'm open minded, or even how what I post on twitter, tumblr, or my blog is sexy. No, it's completely assuming that I'm not only looking for a date, but that the way I want to meet someone is via twitter and it's totally normal to be asked out within 5 minutes of the first "Hi" they tweeted to me. It's presumptuous and rude, in my opinion. I just met you 5 minutes ago, why do you think this is enough information to go on so we can go have drinks?
3. I want to sext with you. Obviously when I talk about MY sex life, that means I want to send you sexy messages so you can get off, right? No. I don't. I'm not here to be chat with you and help you cum. I post plenty of stuff on my blog that should help you, you don't need my personal interaction.

Now let's talk about respect. Making assumptions and acting on them is a rude. I guess that's a sign of our culture - the female is the prey, the male is the hunter? Is it assumed that because I like sex I'll be a slut for anyone and I'm just ready to jump into bed with ever offer that rolls in the door? This type of attitude isn't sex positive at all. It doesn't treat me with respect or even consider how I might take such an offer - or what your assumptions are about me and any other woman you randomly happen to meet.

Lately on tumblr I've been seeing more posts with captions that share this disturbing trend of disrespecting women:

"My bitch of a girlfriend sucking cock."
"Asian bimbo looks ready to fuck."
"Slut bitch just ready to be used and have her holes filled."

I'm not going to deny there's a time and place for name-calling. I love to use dirty talk myself - during sex where it can be incredibly hot. But these are captions on images of women that you know or don't know (I don't know which is worse). Do you know anything about her? Do you think she wants to be called or likes to be called this by a complete stranger?

Just because her image is out there does not mean its appropriate to label her how you see her. These labels aren't friendly or respectful. You're making assumptions off of one photograph and a fleeting moment. The Asian girl had large, obviously fake breasts - so that makes her a bimbo? And the other girls are obviously enjoying themselves during sex - why does that make them a bitch or a slut?

All I think about when I see these captions or labels on images is how women are seen as tools for one use: sexual gratification. They are dehumanized through words. It shocks me because its so inappropriate and yet I can't say I'm surprised. I'm disappointed, for sure.

But then, is assuming I want to jump you because you said, "Hey, ur sexy" on twitter any different?

My Orgasm #2

Home alone for hours, what's a girl to do but watch porn, masturbate, and let you listen to it? Enjoy!




If you missed it at the end, I squirted (and you can hear it). Here is the small wetspot. Not a huge squirt, I do about 4x that when the BF fucks me doggie style...

Squirt wet spot

TMI Tuesday: On Stripping

1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?
Definitely I have. But I can't dance at all, so it normally lasted only a minute or two at most. I just don't know how to make my body dance sexy at all.

2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?
No, I haven't. I've never been invited and I'm not sure I'm interested in going.

3. Have you ever been to an “amateur night” at a strip club?
Nope.

4. Do you think strip clubs are exploitative or are they misunderstood as simple adult entertainment venues?
That's a great question, I'm just not sure. I see two worlds of strip clubs: the girls who are there because they can't find a job anywhere else or they are single moms are and end up there out of desperation, and then the world where the women choose it as their profession because they are entertainers and can make some great money doing it.

I think the exploitative part depends on who is partaking of the entertainment. I hate the stigma of the strip club being the "Go to" experience for bachelor parties - that feels exploitative to me. I don't like the stigma that, because you are paying them, you should be able to get away with behavior that you wouldn't be able to anywhere else.

If you can approach the dancers respectfully and realize they are another human being where this is their livelihood rather than a thing to ogle and touch because you've purchased that right - that's the key.

5. Would you ever consider stripping to pay for college or other expenses?
In college I wouldn't have because I was too grounded in my conservative background and considered stripping exploitative 100% of the time.  To my knowledge I don't know anyone who has stripped, but I have friends who know someone and all I've heard is it made great money and was worth it. I think if you can make an incredible living and stay fit (stripping is a workout!) then more power to you. 

I would consider today if I had the body and stamina for it and the confidence.

6. Have you ever given your partner a private dance?
See number 1. It wasn't very sexy and didn't last very long.

7. Would you ever perform a lap dance for a complete stranger?
Complete stranger? No, I don't really want to be touching a complete stranger other than to just give him a lap dance. (I'm assuming this is for free, right?)

8. Showgirls, Strip Tease, Magic Mike … What is the sexy Hollywood stripper scene you have ever YouTubed?
I haven't seen any of them. Stripping just isn't my thing. I don't care for the tease at all. I'd rather watch female strippers over male strippers any day. Male strippers or anyone like the Chippendale's are NOT my cup of tea. I'm not at all attracted to them. 

Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality?
No, I really don't. The only thing close to a fantasy would be learning how to pole dance.

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Positive Reception

I write this blog in relative anonymity. In a way, I really hate having to do this. I love to be honest and just talk and share about sex and sexual experiences. I don't have a problem sharing, yet I suspect others see me as unwilling or disinterested. A couple of years ago, I was compared to "Charlotte" from SATC because, apparently, I'm viewed as very proper and not very kinky at all. If only they knew...

I've actually told 2 real life friends about this blog. The reception has been better than I really expected.

First I told a friend from college who I had actually shared a bit of my private life with before I even started my blog. I know her to be very open minded and I knew she would be understanding if not accepting of my writing. As it turns out, she really likes (possibly love) my blog. She identifies as queer and I love talking sexuality with her. I thought she would only take a look at it, but I think she's become a (semi) regular reader.

Then I told my sister. I really wasn't sure if she'd be interested, but one day I just blurted out "So I'm a sex blogger" and I didn't get much of a reaction. A few months later I mentioned it again and she wanted more details. A few days later, I sent her the blog link.

Within minutes I was getting all sorts of questions. What's pegging? What do you think of ____? What do you recommend for a vibe? What about lube?

And the floodgates of communication opened like I had always wanted but was unsure could happen. We can fully talk about sex and toys... it was such an awesome day when she told me that she no longer felt awkward talking to me about sex. She calls for advice and no question is off limits.

We don't share intimate details (OK, well I do on the blog...). At the most we share topics of how often, what we like, what we did, how sex fits into our normal routines. I've given her topic previews of what is coming up on the blog. Some things she wants to hear, others give her pause with a reaction like, "What? You had a guy over and pegged him? Wow."

There's no judgement. Not everything is a shared interest, but that would just make our conversations boring.

I couldn't have hoped for a more positive response from my college friend or my sister (my best friend). I'd love to share with a few more friends who I think might be open to my perspective, but I'm not rushing things. For now I really enjoy my anonymity and I have no intention of just outing myself to the world (however fun the initial shock might be).

In reality, it took a leap of faith for my college friend to come out to me and then for us both to share about sexuality and our personal experiences. The same could be said for my sister. If either had had a negative reaction it wouldn't have changed a thing, but I've gained so much in return. The most important is being valued for my true self, which is the best I think anyone could hope for.

On a final note, the funniest thing that's been said about my blog: "Now I know you've been naked on everything, especially your couch. I don't want to sit on it now."

My response, "Hey, we haven't spilled any bodily fluids on it!"

Foot Fetish Friday

Nestled feet

It's Friday. I get a lot of requests for feet pics. My boyfriend loves my feet and I don't mind sharing my feet with you. A lot of my readers and twitter followers also love feet, so why not?

I'd like to make this a regular feature on my blog. I'm not going to commit to every Friday - but look for the somewhat frequently!

Who knows, maybe one day we'll end up posting a foot job video!


I love this picture below. You can see my feet peeking out from under me, see the dimple of my ass in my sexy panties...

Kneeling on the edge of the bed

I don't have long legs as I'm just five feet tall, but these pictures make them look pretty long to me. Of course, my feet are a size 7 so they aren't that large, either. Oh, and a very close up, blurry look at a soft nipple as well.

Resting on the headboard

Nipple shot!

And then I curled up on my side, feet on my pillow, just relaxing.

Curled up

TMI Tuesday: The Big O

1 – Do you remember your first orgasm? How old were you? Tell us about it.
Even though I first started masturbating at the age of 12 (I think), I didn't orgasm until I was 18. Try as I might (and try I did almost every day for those 6 years!), I could never orgasm. It would get very pleasurable, and I would get close, but I didn't know how to pace myself and build to orgasm... more often than not I just rushed into it and got a good feeling, but never the satisfaction. I knew there was 'more.'

My first orgasm happened in Geneva, Switzerland. My boyfriend at the time and I had snuck off campus and rented a "cheap" hotel room in the red light district (the only area we poor college students could afford). We had been dating for about 9 months but I hadn't even removed my bra yet... well, that night I did. It was also the first time I had him remove his pants (but not his underwear!) and I found his boner quiet hard under me as I sat astride him. Making out I ended up grinding my hips and found the perfect angle where my clit rubbed the length of his dick up and down. I knew where it was going but I didn't give myself away. I just kissed him through the pleasure and came for the first time ever.

Poor virgin didn't even realize it until I told him about it years later.

2 – What is your favorite way to orgasm? (Sex, g-spot/p-spot, oral, etc).
Hands down my favorite way is with fingers on my clit! It's more intense with something (preferably dick) in me while this is happening, but a clitoral orgasm with fingers is awesome. I am so attracted to hands and its more exciting than tongue and more pleasurable than penis.

3 – Are there any ways you want to experience an orgasm but haven’t yet? (oral, p-spot/g-spot, with or without a vibrator, squirt, etc).
I finally achieved squirting, but I would really like to combine it more with orgasm (its not always simultaneous) and actually target it rather than it happen only 50% of the time when I'm trying for it. Otherwise I can G-spot orgasm but it is rare. And, lucky me, my BF is quite good at making me cum via oral sex.

4 – Have you ever had an orgasm in your sleep?
No! I always wake up RIGHT before it's going to happen. 90% of the time my hand is touching myself so I go ahead and finish anyway... I mean, how could I not!?

5 – What is the easiest/fastest way for you to have an orgasm?
Well, it used to be with my fingers. However, since I bought the Hitachi, that is such an easy way to cum. Actually its almost TOO easy. It takes just a few minutes and I'm done. 

6 – How many times a week do you try to reach orgasm?
I don't set a goal, ever. I just let it happen. I would say last year (prior to the house purchase and my crazy work schedule over the summer) I was averaging 25 orgasms a week. Now I'm probably in the 10-15 range. That's OK - its still A LOT.

7 – Have you ever had an orgasm at the same time as your partner? Who normally cums first?
YES. Now, I realize this is the bane of porn and erotica where the partners always orgasm together... it's not always for us, but it does happen a lot. I get very excited when a man comes in me. If I've been having a pleasurable time and building up, there's a good chance that when he comes that first tremble of his will trigger my own orgasm. It's so freaking hot I just come. If not, then I get super horny and am almost guaranteed the need to come again. 

There are plenty of times where my orgasm triggers his from my initial clench around his penis. My whole body arches into him and it sends him over the edge - and wow. It's a beautiful moment.

Normally I come first during PIV sex. My boyfriend is very good at holding off his orgasm to ensure I always come first. If for whatever reason I don't, he absolutely helps me finish.

8 – Can you have multiples?
Yes, I can. It happens very frequently, especially with a vibrator or while getting fucked through an orgasm.

9 – How long does it normally take you to reach orgasm?
With my fingers, between 5-10 minutes. Through PIV sex, anywhere from 3-15 min depending on what we do, etc. From oral, about 5 minutes. With the Hitachi, oh about 2 minutes.

These are my best guesses - I really lose track of time.

10 – Have you ever faked one?
NO. I don't understand the point of it. Anyone I'll ever sleep with or be intimate will be treated with the respect of me always being honest. Sometimes it just isn't going to happen because I'm tired, distracted, sick, etc. Sometimes I don't care but I just want to be used. I'm not going to prolong things just to lie about it. If its not working for me, I'll be honest and tell you what to change or what I need. Some nights I can't orgasm from PIV sex and I need clit stimulation. Some nights I don't want my clit touched. Very recently I was fucked so hard I couldn't have penetration for almost three days, so it was vibe only for me.

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Doomed to fail

It is wise to recognize that we cannot control the choices of others and that some need to learn for themselves.

It's just not easy to stand by and watch both happen. It's 5am and I've been awake nearly an hour trying to settle my thoughts and emotions. One of my closest friends is in a relationship that has been a whirlwind of emotional turbulence. There's lots of passion, both in and out of the bedroom. They both have tempers and the stubborn will to go with them.

I realize that, for some people, this type of relationship may work - fight, make up, fight, make up more... but then I hear what happens when they're angry with each other. She says the meanest things that she can think of. He walks out and won't return for hours. He denies there's a problem. She lets it go because she can't stand him not talking to her about anything.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Then a big fight happens. The kind where you are still arguing 4 hours later and you don't even know what you're arguing about because you've got 4 separate arguments snowballed into one. She called to talk because, twelve hours later, they weren't speaking primarily because he wouldn't talk (his typical pattern). She trusts my relationship advice and wanted my input.

I've been in a crappy relationship where I kept hitting my head against the wall and saying, "Why doesn't it work? I must fix something as I must be the problem." The truth is, I was a part of the problem in not realizing that I deserved better. She is doing the same thing. I can see it so clearly: rationalizing and excusing away behavior because you can't face the brutal truth. The relationship is made of fail.

I offered her two things when we talked the night of the big argument. One, I would kick him to the curb. She may not be a saint in the relationship herself, but someone has to end it and if he's going to not talk, then she may as well have the final word.  Second, the whole pattern sounded like emotional abuse to me.

I'm not an expert in abuse by any means. However, all I heard from her is how he would repeated ignore and deny problems until she initiated conversation where she started admitting fault and was basically desperate to not let things fall apart. She begs him not to ignore her because when he does, she can't eat or sleep. She just waits, unable to move on in life without him. And waits. And waits. Sometimes she waits overnight and well into the next day.

Finally, at some point, he apologizes and agrees to work on things and get better and stop being such a douche, even though she's well aware by now that the pattern is doomed to repeat itself later.

She's not isolated from friends or family, except she's not allowed to have any male friends. No talking. No emailing. The guys relationship status is unimportant, if there's a penis on the person she's not allowed to call him friend. She's cut all of her guy friends out of her life for him. I asked her if she would be friends with them if they ever broke up or weren't in a relationship and without hesitation she answered yes.

When I said, "This sounds like emotional abuse" ... she answered, "You know, that's occurred to me."

Well, if it's occurred to you, then maybe it's the truth. She came so close that night to ending things with him. Three days later they had made up completely. And now, two weeks later I found out they went and purchased a ring for the impending engagement.

It makes me sick to my stomach.... I can almost predict the fail that's going to happen.

I'm pretty sure she's so enraptured in this relationship and the idea of getting engaged and married she'll actually go through with it on this hope and prayer that he will change and that all this happiness outweighs the incredible drama and toll it takes on her emotionally.

I've told her my past and history. It was never abusive but it was definitely unhappy. I hate to see her make the same mistake of tying yourself to someone you shouldn't, Connecting to a mismatch so great that it will only end in a scar of pain once it finally ends.

It's doomed to fail, and all I can do is sit on the sidelines and watch. My heart aches for her already.

One plus Two Equals Three

Three.

Funny how adding one makes such a difference! Yesterday I posted about our first threesome. I told you want happened, but now I need to share our thoughts and reactions.

We knew this day would come. From before our relationship started, we had talked about this happening. Back then it was more a him+guy and me+girl with the other partner present to observe as the way of sharing more than an actual threesome where we're both involved. We're both bisexual, we both want to have fun with our own gender.

But in the past six months, we've started talking about more than just that. We've talked about him sharing me with other men. There are some real life men out there he would really like to share me with. In our mutual masturbation fantasies, there's talk of making me a cum slut where I just get fucked and fucked by one guy after the next. Its a very hot fantasy we both enjoy.

As much as I want my time with a woman, I'm not sure I can share him with another woman. My boyfriend understands my point of view. Every time we discuss this, he tells me its not important to him and whatever my comfort level and decision is, he will be happy with it. I love that freedom to safely say how I really feel and have that automatically accepted and appreciated.

Our first threesome experience wasn't what either of us would have guessed it would be. Pegging? Of all the sexual acts I would never have guessed that to be my first experience with another man. Pegging requires a lot of communication and trust between partners. I don't adovcate just shoving anything into an oriface; but working a dildo into the ass of someone you met five minutes ago makes the stakes really high in terms of comfort and trust.

During our initial conversation, Mr. A mentioned that women typically want to sit and talk before jumping in to sex whereas men are much more of a "Hi" then drop your pants and jump into sex. The more I thought about this, the more it struck me why it was so important to me.

I don't like casual sex.

I've never had casual sex before. For me, sex is too intimate to just happen randomly. Both of my partners (prior to the threesome) were the result of a loving relationship. I never let anything physical happen without those feelings in place.

With Mr. A, even though I barely touched him, even holding his legs while pegging him was... uninteresting. I think the reason why he wasn't interested in finishing with me pegging him was because I was noticeably disinterested. It meant nothing to me and I didn't want to be involved very much.

I loved watching my boyfriend interact with Mr. A. That was very hot and it made me so happy to see him so pleased. He really enjoyed it sucking cock and having his own sucked. However, he could tell how I wasn't as into it as we thought I would or could be. I think my disinterest lowered his enjoyment a bit.

My boyfriend has had one night stands in the past. He's not where I am in terms of needing that connection to enjoy it. However, I think our relationship is so close and so happy that this experience was just sex and having that direct comparison made it just pale in comparison.

In the end, there's no replacement for intimacy in a sexual relationship.

Will we still play with others? Absolutely. That hasn't changed. But next time, I think we both want those extra partner(s) to be people we know, like, and can connect with person to person.

Pegging a stranger

Occasionally, I browse the "Casual Romance" section of Craigslist. I never find anything worth pursuing, but the fantasy of finding someone and doing something makes me wet.

A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing and came across an ad that I'd never seen before. It was under M4MW and it was a guy in search of a girl to peg him. In return he'd suck the guy's cock and eat the girl's pussy, but he wasn't interested in penetrating either of them.

Intriguing. I've never seen a request for a pegging. It certainly caught my attention. It also didn't include a naked picture, but instead a picture of both his strap-on dicks. His ad included that he had the harness and the toys and would provide them.

I like so much about this ad. A statement of "I want this" and a non-expectation of return penetration. A desire for a couple where the men interacted. Someone prepared with toys so he at least somewhat knew what he was doing. I read the ad aloud to the boyfriend, who responded just as positively as I did. "Email him."

And I did. But I laid our stipulations:
1. I would peg, but that was as far as his/my interaction would go.
2. He could suck my BF's dick and be sucked in return.
3. My BF would eat me out to get me off.
4. It would be in our home on the weekend during the day.
5. I would use my harness but his toys.
When it was over I was all nervous energy. What had I just done? I just invited a third into our sex life!

He replied back agreeing to everything I had laid out. We set a date and time. Then we exchanged vanilla pictures of our faces. Then dick pics. Then the waiting started. I emailed him on a Tuesday but we weren't meeting until Saturday.

Fantasies of the boyfriend sucking dick kept him occupied and horny all week. I was so happy and excited for him. I couldn't wait to see this take place. I knew how much he wanted it and now we would finally share it together.

Friday afternoon, he shaved his whole body, getting all sexy for his hot date.

Saturday morning, I shaved my legs and pussy.

Saturday afternoon, Mr. A arrived.

It was awkward. I suggested we sit and chat for a few minutes just to readdress the boundaries. How much warm-up did he want/need for pegging? What position did he like?

We went to the bedroom. Mr. A went to the bathroom to get ready. The boyfriend was very shy and quiet, but smiling. I was nervous and felt a little out of place in my own home. After all, my part was involved but not the main focus of the event for us.

Mr. A came out of the bathroom fully clothed still. I was standing between them and said, "OK, awkward. Time to get naked everyone..." and just stripped. I was only in a sundress, no bra and panties. I just pulled it off. The men grinned and followed suit.

I pulled on my harness and adjusted it with his dildo of choice. We had agreed he would lie on his back with a pillow under his butt while I pegged him.  I lubed up the toy and asked permission to do the same to him - its only courteous, right? He consented and I wiped a generous amount of lube around his asshole.

He was right, he didn't need a whole lot of warm-up. The toy slid in pretty easily and to aid my efforts, Mr. A pulled his legs up and into the air. After just a few moments he suggested the BF suck his dick, which the boyfriend happily complied after a quick smile at me. I ran a hand through his hair as the BF sucked Mr. A's dick and I slowly fucked away.

Mr. A's dick was about average in length and girth, but this is the first time the BF has ever sucked a dick. I saw him suck hard and pull it into his mouth. I watched his body tense as he fought a gag on this dick. It made me smile to see him working so hard on the other dick, knowing he was loving it. I thought about how much I love to suck my BF's dick.

And soon, Mr. A was jacking off and starting to suck my BF's dick. Mr. A requested that I fuck him harder, so I did, working my hips into him. I held his legs to help give me some help with my rhythm. My BF was distracted by his cock being sucked, so he stopped sucking on Mr. A's for a bit. Mr. A asked for me to pause so he could focus on my BF.

I removed my harness and let the BF eat me out while his dick was being sucked. His attention was obviously elsewhere as it took a while for me to cum. He was moaning into my pussy and flicking his tongue, but he wasn't focusing on his movements at all. I pulled at his hair and told him he was being naughty being so distracted. I kept having to remind him to eat like a good boy. I did orgasm, twice, all the while my BF had his cock sucked by Mr. A.

I sat up and rested my BF's head on my thigh, talking to him quietly. He was on his side, eyes closed, arms around my legs. His legs were wide open, and Mr. A was gagging pretty often on his cock. "You like that, don't you?" He only nodded. "He's a good cocksucker, isn't he? You love having your cock sucked by him!" He moaned into my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him he was a good boy. He was allowed to orgasm into Mr. A's mouth, I know he wanted it. I wanted it to.

And he did.  Mr. A swallowed it and kept my BF's cock in his mouth through the orgasm. Then we both returned our focus to Mr. A. Actually, my BF did. Mr. A wanted his cock sucked more than being pegged, I sat and watched as both voyeur and eye candy. Mr. A was very close to me at this point, and it was not lost on me that his eyes would not stay off my breasts.

I was fine with him looking; I didn't offer him to touch as I didn't want that and he knew there was a boundary there, so he only looked. I told my BF to suck cock... "Yeah, suck that cock you horny boy!" "Don't you just love that cock in your mouth?" "Oh, good boy for choking on that dick!" "Swallow that cock, baby. I want you to choke on it again." "You suck that cock until it cums and you swallow all that cum, baby." "That's my good boy."

Mr. A came shaking in my BF's mouth, who sucked and swallowed and ended with a big smile on his face.

Mr. A got dressed and left fairly quickly. There really wasn't a point in hanging around, I guess.

After he left, I turned to my BF and asked, "Ok, I have to ask -- do I suck better cock?" He smiled at me and rolled his eyes.

"I know you would ask that. And yes, you suck much better cock than him. The only place he wins is that he did it with no teeth at all.... that was awesome."

"Ah... yeah, not sure if I can ever get away from that 100%. I think my mouth's too small for your dick."

"I know, but you still suck better dick."

"Good.... I needed to know."

TMI Tuesday: Cum, are you a fan?

1. We are all incurable sex addicts, but name one thing—a job, a passion, a creative outlet, a collection—of yours you use as a replacement, a distraction from constantly thinking about sex 24/7.
 My biggest distraction from thinking about sex is work. I am highly determined to succeed and pour a lot of my time and energy into work. Its the one major reason why I've had to pull back from blogging recently. I am too driven to just sit and wait for an opportunity; I believe in making opportunities happen. That said, I tweet a lot while working and am always interrupted by thoughts of sex while at work.  And you know when I work from home, there are always sex breaks!

2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?
I've been in an (almost) sexless relationship. I don't think there's any sort of "pristine purity" of love that would make you not want to have sex with someone. If you love them in a romantic/sexual way, then sexual thoughts should be a part of it. If you don't want them, then the "love" you feel is not the type of love you think it is. Trust me.

3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail.
HELL YES. There are many times where I've wanted to be able to experience this. No one knows how to make you cum like you do, its a feel unlike any other. So how awesome would it be to extend that to more than just fingers? If I had a clone of me, we'd be all other each other kissing, licking, stroking, and finger fucking. Masturbation would be a million times better than it is today, I'm sure.

4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound.
Yes and no. Let's divide this up into separate answers...

Penis cum? Yes, I love to see it pouring from my partner's cock. It turns me on and has pushed me over the edge to orgasm while masturbating. It's so very hot to see his orgasm so visually. As for swallowing, I never swallowed until my boyfriend. My ex didn't care so from day one I spit or pulled out and aimed it away from me. I really wasn't interested in ever trying to swallow it. When I started giving the boyfriend BJs, I asked his preference. That was kind of easy - he'd never had an orgasm from oral. For him,  he didn't care and to this day he insists that I do whatever I feel comfortable/want to do. The first time I swallowed I realized it wasn't so bad/weird/gross as I thought - actually it was pretty easy to swallow with his dick shoved back in my throat.

Having cum on my body? No problem. I really don't even care if you get it in my hair. That's easily washable. However, what I'm not a fan of is having it shot somewhere - on him or me - and then being told to lick it off. There's something about transferring cum to my mouth that almost makes me squick. I don't get it... but it probably means I'll never cumswap with anyone unless I get the load shot in my mouth first.

As for my own cum, I love it. Bring it on. I'm always up for sticking my fingers in my pussy and licking them, no matter how wet or creamy.

5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?  
No, because I think sex and orgasms are one of the best feelings and experiences God created. I don't think he's watching me like a creepy neighbor through binoculars. It's His invention, so why would me using it creep me out? 

Personally, this question irks me because it insinuates that sex is somehow dirty, wrong, and sinful. I'm not here to get on my religious soapbox because this is not the time and place. My beliefs are for my own actions, not yours so sharing them with you is pretty much pointless. I believe in God and, for the most part, am Christian in my beliefs. I believe He created everything and has knowledge of everything. 

That means he knows my dreams, my fantasies, my kinks, how many times I pee, and what I think when I shower. He knows me at my most intimate. I'm not intimidated by this thought, I embrace and am encouraged by it. He knows everything I like, hope, and want. I don't try to hide or even suggest that I could hide anything from Him. I consider my boyfriend a gift from God. He knew exactly who I needed and wanted in life and I can not be more overjoyed. That's just my two cents.

Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week.
Despite my almost non-existence in the blog world, a lot of sex has been happening this past week. I got fucked so hard on my birthday that my pussy was too sore for sex for two full days - that's NEVER happened. Even a finger took a lot of warm up during that time period...

He ended up laying me down on my back, rounding my ass up so my vagina was higher up than normal, then using his arms to pull on the headboard and curl his pelvis into me and then up. It wasn't just cervix deep like I've had before (and loved) but this time it was "oh-my-god-OW-it-feels-so-good-how-OW-can-it-feel-OW-so-good-OW-so-good-OW-it's-so-big-OW-look-at-his-biceps-curl-and-OW-the-headboard-OW-bend-OW-so-deep-oooh-eye-contact-OW-fuck-it-feels-good" kind of experience.