TMI Tuesday: Daring

What are your 50 shades?

1. I enjoy the idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me that:

a. makes me curious

b. is titilliating and sexually arousing

c. that leaves me screaming and/or crying because that's the way I like it

My answer: b. I like to be titillated and a little bit of pain is sexually arousing. I can't tolerate a lot of spanking or pain in bed. I have a very low tolerance before I start to hurt beyond the point of fun. Part of me wants to experience crying as a result, but I'm not sure I'm anywhere near ready for that.

His answer: b. He receives a lot more pain than I do in terms of spanking and nipple pinching. He loves it and will beg for harder, more, until I feel like I can't give anymore. He doesn't scream or cry, at least not that I've made him do yet. He doesn't find that interesting and I'm not sure I would want to make him cry in bed anyway.

2. Do you like being forced to dress or act in a way that is humiliating? If yes, please describe. If no, why not?

My answer: No, I really don't. I don't find it exciting to be forced to do anything humiliating or embrassing. It makes me upset or angry, especially when attention is drawn to it. It would be very difficult to handle psychologically. That  might be part of the point. I'll not say it will never happen, but it will be a while.

His answer: Well, it's not anything he's experienced yet, but he's open to it. (I'm not sure how I would dress him to humiliate him - he's bisexual, a cum slut, likes to cross dress, be a kitty, and lick up creampies and suck dick... Any ideas, dear readers?)

3. Do you like seeing bruises, scars, or marks that were caused during sex on either you or your partner? What kind of marks?

My answer: Yes. I love to see them on me and on him.I love seeing his ass bruised and speckled red the day after a heavy spanking. I really like it when I have hickies on my body from him for days after sex. I love seeing those marks in the mirror, reminders of his passion for me on my skin.

His answer: No!

4. Would you like to be forced to do sexual things that you don't necessarily like to do?

My answer: Yes, I think so, it depends on what it is, really. Just how much do I not like to do it? There's a lot I like to do, but not a lot on the "don't like" list.

His answer: Sure... but I don't know if there are any sexual things I don't want to do?

5. Do you want to be forced to watch your lover with someone else? Yes, No, or It depends.

My answer: No, that is never something I want to be forced to watch. I always want it to be a choice.

His answer: Maybe...(perhaps you should read this entry on how he wants to watch me with SOME men, well so far ONE man.)

6. What dirty (sometimes inappropriate) things do you like to say to your sexual partner?

My answer: I like to call him a girl, sissy boy, small dick. I tell him he doesn't satisfy me. 

His answer: Bitch, suck my dick. Fucking cunt. 

Honestly, what do we NOT say to each other? We basically dirty talk all day when we're around each other...

Bonus: Finish this statement: I like being powerful in bed because I like to have control in life, and when I have control I have power. It also makes me responsible for giving him pleasure, and that is the best responsibility I could think of.

He accused me of fucking a bigger cock

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Midweek, post-nap sex

I awoke from my nap (see part 1 of this story), the breezing was blowing across my back sending shivers up my spine. I tried to reposition myself, but he pulled me closer, tighter to him in his sleep. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to wake him. I settled into his chest, and dozed. Some minutes passed, and I forced myself away and flipped to lay on my stomach. He awoke, and turned over to tuck himself into me and cuddle me. We murmured about our nap, the breeze, the day. Our joy.

His hands started wandering, and found their way to my ass. He wanted me again, and when I reached for his dick it was almost hard again. He started fondling my breast, tweaking at my nipple. He spooned me, kissing my back and neck. He pulled on my hips and I moved slightly so his dick could find my vagina. My wetness was pooled at the entrance, waiting. He slid in, moaning at it... and questioning how in the world I could be so incredibly wet. (As if he doesn't know the reason.)

We took turns, him thrusting into me, me grinding against him. Slow and sensuous. Minutes passed and we kept taking turns, sometimes fighting for who would control the direction. He told me he wanted me to cum. "Don't you have any cum for me, my love?" I did - grinding against him, feeling his dick slide in and out and all these angles I'm not used to, my orgasming had been building. His words set me over the edge, and I was bucking against him. He gave my back some kisses, and pushed me onto my stomach. My legs stayed almost on their side, but not straight. His dick never left my pussy.

I turned my head to look at him, and our eyes locked. We just looked at each other as I pushed my ass into him and he fucked me gently. His hands were resting above my head, and I reached up to grab them in my hands, holding him, bracing against him, He played with me, going fast and shallow or fast and deep, changing his pattern. We were fucking for pure enjoyment, no schedule, no deadlines. Just us.

I could feel my clit boner begging for attention, but I needed his dick. I told him I wanted to cum with my clit with him in me. He chuckled at my clit horniness, but pulled out and sat back so I could flip around. I reached down, and even I was astounded by how wet I was. I expressed my surprised, and he laughed with me at how incredible it was. I started fingering my clit, wiggling it back and forth, and he kissed me as his dick entered me again.

Only it didn't enter all the way. He just inserted barely past the head, and pulled out. It wasn't enough, I wanted more. He whispered in my ear, "No, my little dick is too small... it won't satisfy you." And I moaned from excruciating anticipation. No, I wanted full, deep dick... I would never get off without it. I wanted all of him. I moaned, complaining.

"No, I want all of you, I need your dick."

"My dick's too small, it barely goes in at all. I can't satisfy you."

My clit was feeling amazing, but I knew I wasn't going to get off this way. But what could I do? I played the game. "No, its too small. I'll go find a bigger dick to satisfy me."

His breathing picked up, but he kept teasing me. "You fucking tease!" I admitted. "I can't cum this way!"

He knew his plan was working. He kept teasing me. My orgasm was building, almost ready to go, but I had no dick in me. I couldn't cum.

I complained more, louder, I humiliated his small dick for not satisfying me, leaving me frustrated.

Finally, he pushed in all the way, out, then all in with more force... and he exploded into orgasm. His thrusting caught me off guard, I need more thrusts to orgasm. But he knew, he kept pushing, fast thrusting in me, until I was screaming, bucking against him, squeezing his dick. He was motionless but I was still riding his dick, cumming all over it. Finally, after I was satisfied, I relaxed and opened my eyes. He was watching me, smile on his face.

Fucking his little slut

This morning I had some very good sex... I'm not going to recap all of it at the moment since I already tweeted it earlier today. Here's a short summary: He played with my clit, fingered me a bit, played with my clit, ate me out, fucked me with a big dildo, then fucked me, and finished with fingering me more.  This special entry is decided to him fucking me.


Not long after we started dating, the BF asked me to make fun of him, tease him sometimes during sex. I didn't know what to say or what was OK to say. How do you know where "the line" is during this time of verbal play? I did some research online, mostly through some of my twitter followers/friends who gave some incredible, invaluable advice.

I was being fucked with our big dildo, the Siren. Its the thickest toy I have and its thicker than the BF's dick. We had been talking about him fucking me with it for several days, and now I was taking it and he was enjoying giving it to me. He pushed it as far as he could in me, stretching out my pussy. "Yeah, you're my little slut taking that big dildo, aren't you?" he teased me. I could only nod in response. He watched it slide in and out of me, filling me up. His dick was hard from watching it. Finally, he couldn't take watching it anymore.

He pulled the dildo out and set it aside. "Its my turn," he said, moving to get on top. He slid in my soaking wet pussy, his face betraying his pleasure. "Oooh," he moaned. "Oooh your pussy is so big." And it was - it didn't feel normal. His dick felt thinner, or I couldn't feel it filling me up. I could feel his head pushing at my G-spot as he fucked me, but I could barely feel it entering me. Normally I can feel every sensation, and now all I could feel was a giant pool of my wetness.

"My dick feels so tiny in you," he said. He was moaning with every thrust. "Oh fuck you're so wet." I gripped his back. My wetness was incredible - I've never felt like I could drown a dick, but I was pretty certain I was doing just that. I was surrounding most of him with wetness, rather than my vagina.

"Yeah, you like my vagina so big, don't you?" I encouraged. "Not tight like normal is it?"

"No," he managed to say. "No, it's so loose and slutty."

"Yeah, so big from that dildo. Like a bigger cock's been fucking me, huh tiny dick?" He moaned in response. "Yeah, I can barely feel that small dick in me. Its too small for my pussy." He was making slow, deep thrusts. He breathing was heavy, and I could tell he wasn't going to last very long.

"Its so loose, you slut," he told me.

"I know, I'm such a slut."

"You liked that bigger cock didn't you?"

"Yes, its better than your little one. I can hardly feel it," I said back, turning him on more.

"Oh I want to cum in you, slut," he said slightly breathless.

"Well you can't make me cum, your dick's too small to please me," I mocked him.  He exploded in orgasm, quiet at first, then building with loud, long groans of pleasure and some deep final thrusts.

I made him finger me to orgasm afterward.