He tied me up, and blindfolded me

I was nervous and excited. We had talked about tying me up. We'd bought the restraints more than a month ago during our date night. Only last night we had used them on him; now it was my turn.

He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.

He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.

He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.

And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.

He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.

And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!

He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.

He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full.  He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.

He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy. 

I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.

He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.

I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.

More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.

All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.

He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.

After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.

I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.

He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.

He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.

The appreciation factor

There's something about having sex with a partner who appreciates not just your mind or your personality, but your body. That full appreciation for how you turn him on, what he finds sexy, and how he wants not just to fuck you, but to FUCK YOU, your whole body.

I've come to appreciate just how delicious it is to have hands wander not for a sweet caress, but to wander because there is a lust for every part of me, and he can't decide which one he needs in his grasp that moment. That lust for my thighs were he grabs at them, but they're too big to get a hand around them, so he grabs and grabs at them, gasping at the flesh under him. My muscular and slightly fleshy thighs.

He grabs at the top and the sides while he's on top, gripping as much as he can but he can't get a good grip. That never stops him from trying more. He moans into my chest as he grabs at them. His grip is strong, hard, and almost hurts. But not quite. Sometimes he rakes his fingers like a deep scratch without scratching me. I can feel his strength through his hands.

Or if he's kneeling fucking me hard, he grabs my inner thighs while my legs are spread. This is my fleshiest part, but he loves how tender they are. He grips gently, never hurting me.

Then my butt. My fleshy ass. This he can grip one cheek at a time, to hold however he likes. Normally he just pulls one sideways, his hand under me as he is on top of me. Sometimes he grips both cheeks while his head rests on my breasts. Sometimes, he grabs at them like he wants to tear off a chunk and devour it.

Sometimes he bites my ass when we're not even having sex.

My feet. He loves my feet. Recently he just wants to sniff them when we have sex, and he doesn't care that I last showered yesterday morning - they are too sexy to be denied. For him, my feet are heaven and the smell and feel goes straight to his dick.

My vagina.  Nothing tells me he loves my body more than when he sighs and moans and gasps when his dick first enters my vagina. "Ohhhh!" and the air is cut off in his throat. "Oh I love your pussy... oh fuck! Its amazing...." and then sometimes, "Oh fuuuuck baby you have the best pussy in the world...." and the look on his face of absolute wonder and delight of my very wet and warm vagina.

Then there is the smell and taste of me - you've read about how he loves to smell me (here and here). He loves the taste of me, too. Its delicious, he can't get enough of either.

He calls me beautiful. Beautiful, no matter what time of day or what I'm wearing. Beautiful because I am his, and he loves all of me. Literally.

Then I cried when he ate me out

Note: This is part 2 of a 3 part series on one evening of sex. Read part 1 here. 

 I laid back, waiting for him to make his move. Had I changed his mind?

Yes, I had. He laid down in between my legs to see my freshly shaved pussy. He laid sideways so one of my legs was over his body. I opened my legs far for him, and one touch of his finger to my clit, so light, so gentle, had my eyes closed tight. He slowly slid his tongue over my clit and I moaned loudly. He teased me lightly, fingers from both hands wandering around my pussy.

I moaned and cried out, he flicked his tongue across me rapidly. It was like heaven touching me. My whole world became my clit, my pussy, my vagina. A finger in me, gentle, barely there, tantalizing me as his tongue wandered up, down, and circled my clitoris. His tongue wandered down me, to the spot just below my clit.

As he teased me, he would stop his tongue and not move it, just let it sit on me. My body would tremble, and I begged him to move against me. He would sometimes remove his tongue altogether and yawn, I could feel his whole body fill with air. But he didn't act tired as he played with me, he continued loving my clit. His finger wandered further into me, fucking me gently as he sucked at my clit. His wet mouth felt amazing on me.

Then another yawn. But this time, I heard something different. He wasn't exhaling air. He was inhaling.

"Are you smelling my pussy?" I ask, bewildered.

"Mmhmm," he tells me. He inhales again, and I feel his fingers pulling my lips wider apart.  I am awed. he goes back to licking my pussy, and I feel a wave of emotions hitting me. My eyes prick with tears. I am overcome. He is eating me more intensely, and I'm moaning in high pitched almost squeals of pleasure.

He smells me again, and eats, and smells more. Now that he knows I'm aware of what he's doing, he's smelling me more, nose practically touching me as he fills himself with my scent.

I am overwhelmed. I start to cry a little as he eats and sucks at my clit. I'm almost to orgasm and I'm feeling the most wonderful, compelling joy I've ever experienced. He sniffs and smells me, he inhales as deeply as he can. Finally, I start to cum and it feels good but I'm distracted by my emotions of the moment. As I'm cumming his finger takes over my clit, but I push his wrist away. I can't take it. He stops and sits up, confused.

He looks at my face and asks what's going on. I look at him, and the reality of my experience takes over. I look at him with blurry eyes, I try to tell him, to find words. But I can't. Tears start to fall down my face and he puts a hand on my face and asks me gently what's up.

I try to verbalize the whirlwind I'm in, "I'm.... I'm... just..." and then I'm in full tears, crying. "I'm so happy!" with a sob I roll to my side and curl up into a little ball. He immediately surrounds me, holding me to him. He's cradling me against him and I'm wrapped around him. I'm sobbing into him. He's letting me cry. He's not sure what to say.

"You just... you just don't know what it feels like!" I cry. "To go from being told you're so dirty and gross to be loved like this..." I can't describe what I'm feeling. All I can do is just cry into him. "I never imagined that someone could ever love my body like this."

He holds me, and chuckles, "Honey, I love you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, I love every part of you. He was a moron you smell so good baby." He holds me tight to him.

I calm down and he kisses my cheek wet from tears. He makes sure I look into his eyes and he asks if he can continue making me cum, he's not done yet. I bashfully nod my approval.

He kisses my stomach as he crawls down in between my legs again. He smells me more, pulling my lips wide. He licks and sucks at me more and more. I'm in emotional ecstasy, and he makes a show of smelling me as much as he can. Big, deep breaths. He makes me cum twice more.

I feel vulnerable, close. He moves up to kiss him and I taste sweet on his mouth. But then he shows me his very hard dick, and he tells him he needs to fuck me, the smell of my pussy has made him rock hard...

to be continued.

A hand job, foot job, finger fuck, and then a fuck

It was late, an hour past the time we normally try to get to bed and still have time for sex. We had lost track of time video gaming... We both decided that the time wasn't important, we were both horny, despite cumming earlier that evening.

We laid down together, and the BF started playing with his cock. I wanted to cum really, really good... and that normally happens when he focuses all his attention on me. I decided to focus on him first, then we could switch to me. I ran a foot up his leg, then grazed his balls gently. He sighed, and looked at me. It was too tempting not to continue.  I repositioned myself and started rubbing his dick with the bottom of my foot, specifically my toes. He asked, almost unbelieving, if he was going to get a foot job. I give them rarely, not because I don't like to, just because its a lot of work to do.

But that look... I had to give him one. I had just shaved my legs that afternoon, and I knew it would be perfect. I ran my foot on his penis a little more, then positioned myself so my body was sideways to him, feet on his dick, laying back to watch the scene. He grabbed the bottle of lube and put some on my toes and I held his dick up, jacking him off up and down.

He reached over, running a hand up and down my smooth legs. His eyes said a million words to me, and he reached a hand toward my pussy. My legs were in a diamond shape, open wide at the knees but meeting at his dick with my feet. He reached a finger into my wetness, and started fingering my pussy.

This was new. He's never fingered me while getting a foot job. But then again, I've never had my pussy in reach. It's highly erotic to give a foot job and have your pussy fingered at the same time. He twisted over onto his side slightly, hips still flat, so he could hug my knee and watch his fingers work their magic. He told me he wanted me to cum really good for him, cum while jacking him off with my feet.

I didn't need him to tell me, I was already incredibly turned on and his fingers were making me clench my eyes shut as I tried to find the concentration to keep his very slippery dick in my feet, using my toes and the soles of my feet to jack him off however I could hang on to him. His fingers alternated between being in me or on my clit - my favorite pattern of off and on which excites me so much and gets me so horny. It didn't take long for me to cum. When I did, I paid attention to not kick him or move at all that would hurt his dick - I kept my feet as still as I could while my hips and arms moved as best as they could in my position. He toyed with me, playing with my clit, letting his movements slow with my orgasm, then suddenly attacking it again and triggering another. And another. And another. And a few minutes later, a couple more.

I was out of breath, and he asked me if I had cum good... yes, I certainly had. His dick was hard and still between my feet, slightly neglected from my multiple orgasms.  I went back to jacking him off. We added more lube as the first portion had dried too much... and now he was so slippery I had a hard time holding onto him. I gripped with my toes and he sighed over and over with "Oh baby..." and "Ohhhhh yes..."

After some efforts of using both sets of toes, then one set with the sole of my foot, then both soles, and jacking off against his stomach, he got up and stood at the end of the bed and pulled me to him. I leaned back on my elbows, and starting jacking him off between by big and second toes on both feet, up and down his dick, holding it flat against his stomach. His knees became week, and he leaned against the bed trying to remain standing. He didn't last long like that, especially when he started to watch my toes. He was turned on so much when his dick spread my second and middle toes apart... it was so slippery I couldn't keep consistent. I just jacked off as best as I could.

He laid back down, it was too intense and pleasurable for him to cum like that. I focused on one foot, jacking him off by curling my toes around him and running my foot in tiny circles as I moved it up and down his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head but he kept fighting to watch it. He told me how beautiful, how cute my feet were. I asked him if he liked seeing my toes scrunched around his dick. He gasped a yes with his head falling into the pillow, mouth open in ecstasy as I rubbed his dick. He started begging for more attention to his head, so I tilted my leg up at an angle to grab his head slightly before running my toes down his cock. Over and over and over. My foot kept slipping in the lube, disrupting the pattern... but this just teased him more and his pleasure was building.  I started telling him to cum on my toes, my legs were tired... my foot started shaking slightly from the exertion, and he saw it.. but it turned him on even more. He came with forced words and deep moans as we watched his cum spill onto his stomach.

We both laid back, exhausted. But I was so turned on from seeing him near orgasm for at least five minutes, I wanted to cum again. We pulled out my favorite bullet vibe, and he controlled both the bullet and the vibrations for me.

He toyed and toyed with me, quickly alternating from low to high to watch my body jump and jerk, my breasts and nipples moving in a way he wanted to watch over and over. He pushed it in me on high, then fingered my clit but not quite to orgasm, just enough to get me close before putting the vibe back on my clit and teasing me some more. It was a very long build and I knew I was going to have an amazing, incredible, silent-scream filled orgasm.

And then the bullet vibe broke. On high vibration... just a minute or two away from the orgasm I was so looking forward to. My frustration, anger, and disappointment was, to say the least, powerful. This vibe had lasted 10 days --- nine days longer than the 1 day bullet vibe it had replaced. I was furious and upset. I tossed it on the floor, flipped onto my stomach, and tried not to cry. My trusty, favorite toy had died, and there was no way I was going to get off now. I don't have a vibe strong enough, and I didn't want to get fingers involved. I sank into a horny despair.

The BF tried to call me over to him. I said something about giving up, and he could hear the emotions in my trembling voice. I didn't want to move, no matter how he called out to me. I was wallowing. He moved over, put his arm across my back, tucked into my body, and held me. He kissed my neck and told me it would be OK, it wasn't the end of the world. It sounds silly, but its what I needed to hear. He ran his hand up and down my body, playing with my butt ever so lightly. I was enjoying the comforting touches more than anything, letting him cheer me up from my near temper-tantrum of my toy breaking.

And then he slid a finger down and found a very wet pool outside my vagina, and started spreading it from vagina to clit, lightly grazing me. I moaned. I never get fingered on my stomach, it's always so intense and...  different. I prefer (aka, am used to) lying on my back. But this was different. He began scooping my cum out of my pussy, digging into me with a finger and exciting my vagina. I moaned into my pillow, and he started really fingering me. The sensations were all so different, I couldn't tell what he was doing... the sexiness of not knowing what was happening excited me more.

He started finger fucking me. Hard. Really hard. Making my ass move up and down, moving my body with my vagina and his finger (or fingers, I really don't know and he wouldn't tell me). I moaned and the moans turned to screams as I was hit with an orgasm. I could hear a grin as he asked if I liked that... I wanted more, so he started fucking me again, getting into a position where he could use those wonderful arms and their strength. He was hitting me in all the right places - deep, G-spot, pussy lips. It felt fantastic. I came twice more with this.

Then he spread my legs very wide, and crawled in between them. I felt his hard dick sliding in my wetness, getting wet. He found my vagina and started to slide in, pulling my legs shut on him. He straddled me. I begged him to fuck me. Not have sex with me, but fuck me. He did, and I begged for more. He was filling me up so much but it wasn't rough enough... not that I wasn't enjoying it, because I started cumming. As I was screaming loud moans I shouted to use me as his FUCK TOY. FUCK ME LIKE A FUCK TOY. And he did. It was rough and fast and hurt a little bit in just the right way. He came and I came as he gave his final thrusts into me.

I looked at the clock, completely satisfied. It had been one hour since we climbed into bed.

Adam & Eve fail - Tweeting Misleading Info on Vaginas

It makes me angry when someone who is supposed to be an expert in something intentionally misleads their followers. Today, I saw a well known sex toy company post about a controversial topic with a link to a dubious article. Here is the post and the website link.

For me, Adam & Eve are an expert in the sex toy industry. They've been in business for over 40 years and have sold products to more than 7.4 million customers. On twitter, when this tweet was made, they had over 26,000 followers. Obviously, they have a respected following among the sex toy industry, helping their customers achieve sexual satisfaction.

That's what makes this tweet so offensive to me. The tweet read: "How To Tighten Loose Vagina For Sexual Gratification" then followed with the link.  I have an issue that a loose vagina is necessary for sexual gratification, as can be implied from the way this is worded. A vagina does not have to be "tight" to be sexually satisfying! What exactly is "tight" or "loose" anyway? It depends on the vagina and the penis and each person's preference.

If your vagina is loose, does it mean your partner is unhappy with you? Can't get satisfied from you? Wishes it were someone else's vagina? No, it doesn't. If your partner mentions that you're loose, the next thing that needs to happen is a conversation. Is this just an in-the-moment observation compared to normal? If there's anything I've noticed from my vagina, is that some days its tighter and other days its looser. It depends on my mood, my hormones, how horny I am, what toys I've been using. If its consistent, let's consider two possibilities: A) The guy has a tiny dick or B) you're vagina is/has changed.

As the article mentions, the most major change a vagina goes through is childbirth. The great expansion and stress from childbirth does stretch out the vagina. The muscles are weakened. It does feel loose. It is different after childbirth. How does that affect you? That's a conversation only you two can have together. You need to discuss what it means for you both - is this a big deal, or no issue? No one can tell you whether your vagina is good or bad -- and no one should.  Just because you or your partner has goes through vaginal delivery, it doesn't mean sex is over or you'll never experience sexual satisfaction ever again.

However, the author of this article could be a bit more gentle with his language when it says that a vagina that has gone through childbirth becomes "wide pot-hole like." Wow, what a way to make your female readers feel good about being new mothers! Or your male readers look forward to sex post-baby. What kind of baby am I giving birth to, anyway? A 5 year old? Could you be more negative? How about a few sentences later, when the author states, "But if the vagina turns loose, this does not happen and so the partners do not get the desired pleasure out of the sexual act. Continuous dissatisfaction in love-making may deteriorate the emotional bond between couples, putting their relationship at stake."

So... if I go through childbirth or my vagina loosens with age (or whatever reason), I'm at a risk of losing the emotional bond and my relationship may fail -- did I get that right, Mr. Article Author? And Adam & Eve, is this the message you really want to tell your fan/customer base?  Well, let's follow the same logic: one night my partner can't get it up, or it takes him longer to get hard. Well! there goes the relationship! Childbirth = relationship killer! No wonder the divorce rate is so high... right?

NO. This is such a terrible message to spread to any sexually active or to-be-one-day-sexually active person. Man or woman, it doesn't matter. It sets the wrong expectations and the wrong focus on how sexual gratification is received. Sexual satisfaction is so much more than penis-in-vagina friction. That is really only a small part of it -- what about the intimate kissing, touching, talking, feeling? The sharing of your body and mind with your partner? If a slight change in penis-in-vagina feeling is ALL that your relationship depends on, you shouldn't be in that relationship!

Let's get to the article's real sketchy advice on "fixing" this problem. The first solution is actually reliable - kegel exercises. These are real, medically backed exercises that do improve vagina muscles and increase sexual satisfaction for women. The stronger your vagina, the stronger your orgasms! You can do these on your own, or buy some specific exercise toys from your preferred sex store retailer to help you focus and build those muscles.  Now the article states that you should "Assume that a tampon has been inserted in to your vagina. Now contract your vagina to check the falling off of the tampon."  Erm, excuse me? When has a tampon ever "fallen off" or "fallen out"? That's not how the body works! This author has no idea how the female body works.

On to the remaining 5 suggestions - each one being dangerous and not recognized at all in the medical community. Vagina tightening pills and creams? Are you kidding me? I'll bottle some lube, add some food coloring, dangerous perfume, and call it a "tightening cream"! What, does that sound dangerous and irresponsible and something that I would only sell to make a fast buck? Bingo! And yet the author links to several sites suggesting them to be effective... These pills are made of astringents and the cream has glycerin. The website for this cream states that a tight vagina will prevent your man from cheating on you! (Head-desk.... FAIL). Seriously, Adam & Eve, did you even read this article and the links before you told your 26,000+ twitter followers?

And then one suggestion that I really hated - surgery to re-tighten your vagina. Any medically optional surgery should be avoided, in my opinion. These surgeries to "fix" or "rejuvenate" or "re-virginize" put a terrible expectation on women. There is nothing wrong with you -- stop "fixing" a problem that exists in the narrow-minded sexist person in your life! Surgery for "love" (or worse, "obligation") is the last thing a woman who is confident and self-respecting will do.

The last suggestion has me shaking my head. Weighted tampons? I've never heard of such a thing, so I googled it. Nada. So I'm guess the author is suggesting using a tampon as resistance to squeeze against? (Again - if he's suggesting we women have to hold onto a tampon, he's clueless about the female body.)  Tampons are actually kind of dangerous. You're never supposed to use one when you're not on your period and even then you could end up really sick. Your body was not meant to have a dry item in it for hours on end. I can't think of a more painful thing than inserting one when I'm not on my period... ladies, please don't ever do it!

And finally - a little info on this article. Oh Adam & Eve, did you even look at who the author was? This article is someone on blogger -- not my first idea of an "expert" by any means. The website is "MediMiss" and run by a guy who is a professional blogger/webmaster. So, no expert there. But he's not the article author - in fact, the author is the Jhon Napier, the guy selling those dubious (and dangerous) pills and creams that the article links to! He's just a guy selling herbal supplements that haven't been reviewed or medically tested by anyone... His website only claims that their products are manufactured in a safe environment. Well, thank goodness... now let's get them tested and deem them safe before we fucking insert them into one of the most sensitive areas of our bodies, shall we? Fuck you Jhon Napier!

I asked a couple of guy friends who have had babies with their partners and - shocker! - are still in a relationship after the fact. Was it different feeling? At first, yes. The vagina is still healing, just like any other normal body part will after trauma. Did it take longer to get off? Sure, at first it was more work. But you know what? As one guy pointed out, SEX IS WORK. Sex is a calorie burning activity - so new moms and dads, you'll be burning more calories post-baby. That doesn't sound like a bad thing to me!

Formspring Friday: Sex in the workplace?

Q. What's the naughtiest sexual act that you've done or want to do at your place of work?
What I've done and what I'd like to do - very different answers. My workplace isn't really conducive to being naughty. I've never been able to participate in a #workwank as its commonly referred to on twitter. I work in a cubicle right outside of HR. The bathrooms are shared between my company and 2 others -- basically there are way too many people sharing these toilets. They are always in "truckstop" status it seems... I get in, do my business, and get out as soon as I can. No chance will I spend more time in there than necessary.

So what have I done? Well, I've put my hands down my shirt and tweaked my nipples, rubbed my breasts. I've put my hands under my desk, legs spread wide, and tickled at my pussy. I've done this with fingers, but my favorite item to use is my pen so I can then keep it near my face and smell it. When I wear a skirt I have slipped a finger into my underwear and fingered myself for a quick moment, then licked it off. If I'm horny enough, I can wiggle in my chair and move my clit boner and really feel good from it - not enough to get off, but enough to spike the hornyness.

Oh, and I've sexted the BF. A lot. To where I hurt from needing to cum so much.

Now what would I like to do? I'd like to have my BF fuck me up against the window in the president's office. Breasts on the cold window, being fucked from behind.

Want to ask me a question? Just head to formspring.me/billikesscifi and ask anything you want. Really. Anything. Try me. I'll answer the following Friday.

How many orgasms can I take? his fantasy

The other night we were cuddling in bed just chatting. I can't remember if it was pre- or post- sex. He mentioned that one of our next toy purchases needed to be a secure tie-down system. Now we have three pairs of handcuffs - one metal, two cloth with velcro straps. The problem with the cloth is that the velcro can be ripped if you pull strong enough (and we both have) and the chain in between the cuffs is obviously very weak. The metal ones come open too easily as well.

So we can use the cuffs, but the one being cuffed or immobilized can break free. I can play within the rules, but he will not. He wants to make sure I can't escape without his help. He wants me to try to squirm, but be completely unable to. He wants complete control.

He wants to make me cum. A lot. He's made me cum almost 20 times in a short time of about an hour, I think. (You can read about that here). His "record" is when he made an ex cum 30-some times over the course of a couple hours. He (and I) would love to surpass this... but at some point I can barely take anymore sensation.  For him, this becomes a delicious challenge.  His vision:

Strap me down, hands above my head. Legs wide and straight. A strap across my stomach. All this to ensure that when I cum, I can twist, jump, and flail my legs, completely out of control. My back arches so high that I'm end up standing on one shoulder and my feet. I've never been immobilized when coming. I can't imagine what that would be like.

And he wants to watch it happen. He wants to use me with his dick and hands and mouth, make me cum over and over. I'll beg for him to stop, and he won't. He'll keep going. I'll cum more and more. I'll beg for relief, and he'll keep going. My pussy is his, its under his control. And I can't move. I am completely his. And his sole purpose is to pleasure me beyond anything I have ever experienced.

Whenever this strap, tie-down system is acquired, you will know. But I may need 24 hours to recover from it first. What I love about this fantasy is that it is entirely focused on MY pleasure. Not once did the topic of him cumming ever cum up. That's not the point. Although, I'll be curious to know how many times he does cum whenever this is experienced.

Weekday morning sex

I was working from home, which means I could sleep in a bit - and wake up the BF for some morning sex. He complained about being woken up, but I cuddled him, both of us on our stomachs, my arm over his back, our legs intertwined. After a while I turned on my side and cuddled my butt up against him. I got the response I was expecting - he turned to spoon me, wrapping is arm around me, clutching a breast to my chest.

His dick was hard against my ass as I cozied into him. He ran his hand down to my ass, giving it a couple of squeezes. He kissed my neck, my shoulder my back. His hand wandered back up my body, tweaking my nipples against his hands. I stretched against him. He reached down again and pulled my leg up slightly. I lifted it higher, and he started rubbing the head of his dick in between my legs, getting the tip wet.

"Oooh you're so wet already! Why are you so wet?" he asked, pushing it deeper, just outside the entrance. He pulled my feet to nest between his, trapping my ankles in his legs.

"Don't you remember that orgasm you gave me last night?" I asked. I sighed at the memory of the longest, most pleasurable orgasm I'd ever experienced.

He gave me a "mmmm" in agreement as he pushed his dick in me about halfway. I sighed happily. "Ohhhhh," he whispered, like it was the loudest noise he could make. "You're so wet...." he slid in more, pushing his dick in all the way. His groan of satisfaction was intoxicating. He kissed my shoulder again and shift his hips lower to get a better angle.

He slid it in a out, just playing with the entrance, his head barely entering me. It felt wonderful and I was just enjoying the sensation of his dick gliding so smoothly. "You like my wetness don't you?" I asked.

He moaned a yes as he stuck his dick in me all the way, and held it there. I pushed back against him, wiggling my bum. He groaned with pleasure from my body moving around him. I grinded against him moving my hips slowly up and down. He relaxed, his dick falling out slightly, and kissed my back. He started fucking me again. He pulled back a bit to really fuck me, and you could hear my wetness sloshing around his dick and our bodies made an awesome slapping sound as he pounded away at me.

He pulled my leg up and over his again. I tiled towards him as his hand ran down from my breast to my pussy, but he didn't go for my clit. His hand wandered back up where he tweaked my nipples again. He was moving his hips still fucking me but not by much. Finally his hand moved down and he reached for my clit. He wasn't gentle, but I didn't need him to be. With his cock in me, fucking me, I don't need a lot of build-up to cum. He used all four fingers and just attacked it. Instantly I was crying out, and very soon, I was orgasming. He pulled his hand away, pushed my leg back, and then really fucked me. My orgasm kept going, and I ground back against him.

He started playing with the entrance again, just barely sliding into me. "Ohhhh Mrs. ____" he cried softly into my ear, hands cupping my breast, his other hand holding mine.

"You're naughty!" I said back, trying not to break the rule myself. He kissed my back and shoulder in a flurry of kisses.

"I don't care, " he said. "I love you so much. Oh ______" he called out my name. Then he pushed slightly and we rolled over onto our stomachs, his dick never leaving me and he adjusted slightly on top of me. I flexed my hips up, pushing into him. His cheek was against mine, I could see his eyes shut, mouth open as he moved in and out. His moans were getting louder.

Then suddenly his hand was in my hair, pulling it and jerking my neck back, pinning it down. I moaned, I love it when he does that. Its so passionate, so in the moment. He kissed my cheek, my neck. He told me he loved me again and again. He was slowing down, making each stroke in and out last longer than normal. I could tell he was getting closer to coming, and the closer he was, the slower he went, just making it last and last for both of us. He called out my name more and told me he loved me and he called me his wife. I ignored the rule breaking, what did it matter? I pushed up against him told him I wanted to cum with my clit while he was in me.

He pulled out and sat up so I could flip around on my back. He came down and kissed me while I reached down my hand to my clit. He was moving slowly in and out and I told him to just hold it in me, not moving. He did, kissing me over and over again. I kissed as much as I could between my growing cries of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building up in me. When I could tell it was close, I started saying, "Fuck me, oh fuck me," over and over. He did. And I spread my legs as far as I could. "Oh fuck me my husband," I cried out, eyes shut from pleasure.

"Oh my wife, my lovely wife!" and he was kissing me hard and passionately. His orgasm came and he pushed his dick in as it pumped cum. He pushed it in and my orgasm hit strong and hard and I was pulling myself up on his body while he pulled me up, kissing the back of my neck while I cried out into his. My hips moved, uncontrolled, and his body shuddered from the sensations I was giving his dick as I came and came on it.

We stilled, and kissed and looked into each other's eyes for a moment, just looking. He pulled out but rested on top of me, head on my breast and I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel cum dripping out of my pussy, dripping onto my thighs and down my ass and onto the bed.

Oral fest

Before I tell you about this afternoon, there's some background about me you should know. My 9-year relationship with my ex was a disaster when it came to my pussy being eaten. The first time (my first time ever) it lasted all of 15 seconds before I got the "Honey, I can't do this... it tastes kinda gross. I can't stand it." That was on my 19th birthday... talk about disappointment and self-esteem crashing galore. For the next 6 years we were together (yes I know, I can't believe it lasted that long either) he would give it a try maybe once a year, and only if I showered right before and it would have to be the starting point and it would only last a minute before it got to "icky" for him to continue.  So yes, I've been horribly, emotionally scarred and for years was convinced my pussy and all its juices were a source of disgusting, smelly material that no one save myself would ever enjoy.
 
But then I met the BF... Oral sex is one of the best feelings on earth. Period! I've still had my share of doubts, wondering if he's just being nice, is he really OK with the taste, etc. But today all the doubt, secret fears and worries went away with an incredible symphony of orgasms. Enjoy.


Today I got home from work early to finish the afternoon at home. As normal, I checked into twitter and tumblr to see what was new. The BF always going through tumblr with me so we can see the sexy pictures and see what the other person likes. Its like a little bit of voyeuristic foreplay for us. We hadn't been through tumblr in a few days, and the several pages of images and GIFs got us going... big time.A girl licking another's pussy in a wet, frantic way.

That image, as I explained to the BF, is one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I'm the girl on the bed... of course seeing this image and explaining it to him made me horny. And then I found another picture  - and my hornyness started to escalate. He suggested we take a "sex break" from work... how can I argue with that? So off to the bedroom we went.

So in bed the BF wanted me on my back, and started fingering my very smooth, very bare pussy. I had a Brazilian wax yesterday and all of my hair is gone. The BF loves the way this feels - of course! He started playing with my clit and said he was going to give me a hand job... pretty much one of my favorite things to have. He starts off slow, teasing, and gentle, then fingers my vagina with strong, swift strokes. We are kissing lightly, just lips on lips, or a light sweep of his tongue on my lips. Its soft and sensual and very sweet.

Having my clit played with is very intense - most of the time I can't keep my eyes open, just clenched tight. Every once in a while I forced myself to look him in the eyes. He loves to watch my face, my reactions to what he's doing. Our whole bodies are under the covers, so we both can feel but not see. When I look away and close my eyes, he asks me if I'm picture other women fingering me. No, I reply, I'm imagining his fingers and what it looks like - seeing it in my mind what I'm feeling is so incredibly sexy and such a turn on for me. When I tell him what I am thinking, he smiles at me, he likes my answer.

"Purr for me," he says. "Purr my little kitty." So I make my moans more audible for him. He plays with my clit, playing with it more. "Ohh that's good kitty," he tells me. "Oh you like that huh... oh your clit boner is getting bigger. Keep purring for me." My moans tell him where to go, what to do... its like a secret map he's following to find a trigger to make my pleasure even more. Then he places his finger tips around my clit and starts pulling his hand up - he's jacking me off.  "You like your clit being jacked off like a little dick, don't you?" I barely open my eyes, mouth open, and moan my agreement. "Oh I know you do... your clit boner is bigger."

And then he says something that gets me wild, "Beg me to eat your pussy... if you beg good enough, I might do it." And oooh he's teasing my clit and pussy so very much, and my moans are louder. I'm going wild with anticipation. I give up moaning, and start pleading with him. "Please, please, please eat my pussy... please baby please eat me..." and I'm begging more and more while he's jacking me off. I'm almost ready to cum from his fingers, I can't imagine how good it his mouth would feel right now.

He pulls the covers back, and climbs down to lay between my legs. He doesn't hesitate at all. His tongue is just suddenly on me, flicking across my clit, licking and lapping at it. It feels warm and soft, it feels so very good and my moans are echoing my pleasure. He pauses for a moment to readjust, pulls on one of my pussy lips to pull it up just a bit, and his mouth is back on me, eating away, making long strokes up and kissing my clit over and over. My legs are shaking from tension and my hips are flexing up slightly against him... he starts sucking on my clit, giving it sucking kisses. With a few more flicks of his tongue, I was cumming.

He didn't stop. He kept licking, sweeping his head back and forth very quickly to keep my orgasm going and going. I'm crying out so loudly. Then he pulled back, for a moment. I caught my breath and began to relax... and he went back to sucking on my clit. Another orgasm, and when he kept going and going, another orgasm. Now I'm bucking my hips and he's staying with me, flicking my clit and each stroke of his tongue makes me cry out.

He stops, and once again my legs and hips relax. He climbs up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips and chin. I'm everywhere and I'm sweeping my tongue and lips around his face, savoring the taste. Its delicious. "It tastes so good, doesn't it?" he asks me. My heart thrills at these words. The head of his dick is on my clit, hard but not moving. Its teasing me. He can feel me pushing into it lightly, and he rocks his dick on it. I'm so close to cumming again. Then he slides his dick into me, and I'm flooded with pleasure. His eyes open in shock or surprise, I'm not sure. "Ooooh baby! Your pussy has never felt so good... oh fuck baby I can't believe how good it feels right now." And he pulls out only slightly, and when he just barely pushes back in, my orgasm explodes and I'm crying his name, grinding my hips. He stops moving until I begin to relax, and the repeats the same slow movements. Another orgasm. Then another. He's barely able to control not cumming himself, I can tell, but suddenly he pulls out and climbs back down to my pussy, and he's eating me out again.

I'm hit with orgasm after orgasm, crying out his name over and over. His lips and mouth and tongue are tweaking my clit and I can't keep still, I don't know what's going on, just that I'm cumming over and over again. I don't know how much I came, the orgasms melted into each other and he didn't stop. He pulls up to kiss me again, and again he's covered in my cum all over his face. I'm kissing and licking him clean, loving how he loves it so much.

He rolls over next to me, and asks if its his turn to cum  yet. I beg him for more - how can I stop when its this good? He can't believe I want more, but I only ask once and he climbs on top and sticks his dick in me.... again I explode into orgasm from hardly any movement. "So sensitive today" he whispers as he kisses my neck. "Such a sensitive pussy... oh fuck you're so wet," he says as I cum again. And again.

My whole body is bliss and he seems happy to keep me going - because he goes back down to my pussy and starts eating me out again. Now he's alternating between mouth and finger on my clit, toying with me. My legs and hips are tired, but I can't stop shaking, bucking, screaming, whipping my head back and forth as I grab pillows, his hands, his shoulders, his head, crying out his name. Its like one long orgasm that is neverending.

Finally, after what must have been 15-20 orgasms (that I can remember), he pulls away, kisses me again, and I almost savagely attack him with kisses, stopping only to say how much I love him. And he tells me he loves me so much, he thinks I'm delicious and he loves to eat me out.  I am flooded with the most incredible emotional bliss I could ever imagine.  I lay on his chest to catch my breath, let my brain try to figure out what just happened to me.

A few minutes pass, and I ask him how he'd like to cum... he asks for a foot job. Its been a long time since he's had one, and right now I'm just happy to be able to do make him cum that way. We grab the lube and I lather up my toes and soles of my feet and sit so I'm perpendicular to his body, ankles on his body. I've only given a few foot jobs to him, so I feel very inadequate with my skills. But he's moaning from my feeble strokes, rubbing the sole of one foot along his cock while the other cradles it. His cock is slippery and I can barely hold onto it with my feet. I manage to scrunch my toes on one foot, then slide his cock between my big toe and second toe stroking his head. He loves it. He's watching his cock slide between my feet. I jack him off with the soles of my feet, then alternate scrunching my toes around him and he tells me he loves it. He loves my beautiful feet and how good I make him feel. He's so turned on he can't look away. I stop only to reapply lube twice more, and he's begging to cum, especially when I hold his cock in between my toes. Finally I rapidly stroke him with one foot, pinning it against my other foot. He cums with a lot of force spilling cum on his stomach.

We wipe off the lube, pull up the covers, and fall asleep. An hour later, we're holding each other the same as when we fell asleep.