TMI Tuesday: Sex Talk & Sex Ed

June is Adult Sex Ed Month (twitter: #AdultSexEdMonth). The movement was started by blogger @GoodDirtyWoman on twitter. Please read more here: http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/june-is-adultsexedmonth/

Source: http://sex-in-words.blogspot.com

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions were inspired by Sex-Ed writer Jon Pressick and his#dailysexdiscussion that happens on twitter.

1. Have you ever investigated having an open relationship?
- Have you tried to have an open relationship?

We have talked about having an open relationship, of sorts. Right now I'm looking for a girlfriend who will be my girlfriend (and not his). We're also open to probably playing with other people that we know. Our definition of open is more poly than swinging but we haven't really defined anything yet.

That said, there are definitely people we want to play with.

2. Do you have any sexual phobias?
- What have you done to manage or overcome them?

Maybe? There's not a lot I'm afraid of, sexually. I do have a weird thing about eating ejaculate if not deposited directly deep in my mouth. I don't dislike the taste. It's more that... the texture creeps me out a bit. If he comes on my face and wants me to lick it, I have a very hard time. I actually gag on it.

3. What is the best new sexual activity you have tried in 2013?

Wow.... am I at a loss for how to answer this question? I think I may be! I can't think of anything distinctly new we've done in 2013... hmmm....

4. Have you ever called into a sex advice radio/television show or written to a sex advice columnist?
- Was it helpful?

No, I prefer books and online research more.

5. Would you use the services of a sex therapist? Why or why not?

Yes, I would be open to that if I saw a need.

6. Should sex therapists be allowed to engage in actual sexual activities with clients? Why or why not?

I highly recommend watching the movie “The Sessions” based on a true story of how a sex therapist helped a disabled man live a full, rich life that included sex. Movie trailer:http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1866249/

I think so. Not all therapy is done through talk therapy. Sometimes, physical touch is needed. I've often thought for sex that having interaction and working through the physical with someone knowledgeable would be a positive experience.

Bonus:  Have you read any adult sex ed books lately? What do you recommend?

No, nothing lately. I actually need to add some to my collection so I can continue my learning!

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

Name calling

I've never really been called names before the BF. I used to beg to be called "slut" and "whore" and the ex never understood why.

Because I asked, dammit!

Yesterday morning, I was woken up with naked cuddles. It was still early, even dark outside. We had hours still to sleep. But a very hard dick was placed in my hand and I knew what to do.

I toyed with it. Wake me up to play with your dick? OK, I'm going to touch the head. And ONLY the head. I won't let you take back control and you're not allowed to touch the head. At first he thought he was getting a hand job. But then I never continued my exploration of his penis beyond the head. I pretended like I was falling back asleep, so he reached and grabbed his cock, starting to jack himself off.

Sorry, this head is mine. I grabbed onto his had and started massaging it. His motions into my hand to push me off were not going to work. I just held on. Several times, I just held on and let him jack off the base of his cock, giving him the stimulation of having the head of his dick gripped, but no movement.

I knew I won when he said, "Oh, you torturous bitch!" in a gasp. I almost let him come. Almost.

I let him get close, really close. And then I stopped. I'll show you what a torturous bitch is. When he started to beg and my hand was cramping from the tight grip I needed to maintain control, I considered adding lube. But no, he woke me up so this was his reward.

I let him come all over the palm of my hand.

And then this morning was very different. Naked cuddles were again the start of our fun, but it started with soft kisses. Those kisses with lips playing and a soft sweep of the tongue. Gentle, patient. Building. You feel your desire spike and you reach for more of their body.

He reached for my hip, then travelled to my thigh, before reaching my clit. I adjusted my body and when I spread my legs wide for him, he said, "Good girl, good girl spreading those legs wide for me."

And when he forced eight clit orgasms on me, making me agree that I was a slut who was always ready and always wanting more, I couldn't argue. He was right.

Every orgasm, every body movement, every scream he told me what a good girl I was for him.

When I rode him reverse cowgirl after as a thank you, he spanked me, hard. He spanked me and said even good girls are spanked when I complained about how it was hurting me. The faster I went, riding his cock under me, the harder he slapped me.

And then his finger wandered into my asshole, already lubed up even though I didn't hear him do it, and I agreed to being a good girl all over again. Good girls get it in the ass.

At some point, I was too tired from the orgasms on his dick that I collasped on the bed, but he wouldn't remove his finger. "You like it, you know you do. Slut." I complained, I wiggled, I tried to get away but his finger stayed in me no matter how I moved.

And finally, he said, "Spread your legs, slut." And I did. On my stomach, head buried in the comforter from screaming, I spread my legs wide. He managed to keep his finger in my ass as he sat up and crawled over, placing his dick in my vagina once more.

I erupted in screams of pleasure as both finger and dick fucked me together. "I know, I know my good girl likes it. My slut." I did. My own screams and orgasm betrayed me as I fucked him back, wildly, hungry, desperate for more.

When he came in me, all he said was, "Take it! Take it you slut!" and I felt him pump cock into my very wet pussy.

See what calling names can get you?

Saturday morning pussy

Morning. I woke up when he wrapped his arm around me and tucked his body next to mine and sighed contentedly next to my head. I responded by wiggling back slightly into him, making sure as much of our bodies could touch as possible. We laid there for a few minutes, before I rolled over onto my back and he wrapped me in both arms, one under my neck supporting me and the other gently rolling my left breast.

I turned to look at him and his eyes were open looking at me. "Good morning, beautiful," he said quietly. I smiled and closed my eyes, head tilting toward him. I wasn't quite awake enough to talk yet.

"My nakey woman, you so nakey," he said playfully, hugging me close and running his free hand down my stomach and back up to my shoulder. I giggled at him.

"I can't be more 'nakey,'" I said. "Or should I put something on?"

"No! Silly woman!" and he hugged me again adding a kiss to my cheek at the end.

He rolled over on top of me, spreading my legs apart. "Your pussy is so wet this morning. I can tell without even touching it."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhmm." He starts kissing me, then wandering down my neck to my breasts and across my chest, then back up to my lips again. He reached down to start jacking himself off and resumed kissing down my body again. This time he didn't stop at my breasts but kissed down my stomach and hips. Then he paused and took a finger and ran it lightly across my slit.

My body flinched and a slight moan escaped my lips. He didn't press in to touch my clit or my wetness. I arched into him, pushing for it. He pulled his finger back, not giving in to what I wanted. Soft strokes up and down my lips, tickling and teasing me.

I moaned as he slid one finger in to my wet. I could instantly feel how wet I was. "You've been having sex dreams, haven't you?" he accused.

"No, I don't remember what I dreamed."

"No? Well I'm pretty sure you came at least once last night..."

I hadn't. But as I thought about when the last time I had orgasmed, I realized it had been at least two days. I was pure lust.

He pulled his finger out and went back to kissing me. For a moment I was afraid he would skip all further foreplay, which I didn't want. I needed to take my time, savor the touching.

He kissed further down until his mouth was just over my pussy lips. My body was a mix of tension and surrender, just waiting for him to spoil me with his mouth. And then he did something I don't ever remember him doing before. Normally when he eats pussy, he uses his fingers to spread my big lips wide to find my clit.

This time, no fingers. Just a tongue sliding up my slit and dragging along wetness to my already wet clit. My whole body reacted with my feet bracing against his legs, my hands clawing at his holding my hips. Small, short licks up and down my cunt teasing my clit. Just brushing against it. Just touching it. Making more wet pool in my pussy as he so slowly made longer and deeper strokes.

Ecstasy. I remember clawing my hands at him as he drove me wild, making my hips roll. I remember a little sucking on my clit, but not much. Just tongue everywhere, especially short strong licks at my clit where he was getting that spot that made me want to explode in a clitgasm, but he would pull away so I wouldn't. Wonderful, incredibly torture.

Face buried, lips around my clit, my mind is trying to catch up with my movements and I can hear myself just crying out. I wonder if I should try to control my hip movements to make it easier for him, but I dismiss the thought almost immediately and just let the pleasure wash over me.

Then he stopped. He stopped and crawled up to me and kissed me. His face was... soaked. Coated. Dripping. Not just his lips, but his chin, cheeks, and nose. I could see wet almost to his eyebrows. He hadn't just eaten pussy. He had devoured it. I tasted myself through his kisses, felt my own pussy juice cover my face as the kissing became passionate and deep.

And then his hard dick slid into my pussy and he collapsed onto my breasts, sighing into me with moans that told me he was already trying not to cum in me. Then the dirty talk started.

"Naughty girl, you shouldn't let Daddy fuck you like this."

I squeezed my pussy around him in response and whispered back, "Oh Daddy, feel how wet you made me!"  He moaned, kissing my nipple as he slid in and out. My clit was begging for stimulation, direct touch, orgasm. He fucked me too slowly for me to come... but it felt so good, I really didn't care.

"Fuck me Daddy, just fuck me!"

He responded by fucking me harder at an angle that always sends me over the edge. I could feel it building, building, oh.... I came and pulled his body against mine as he fucked me through my orgasm. "That's a good girl, good girl come for Daddy... oh yes my pretty girl!"

He slowed down and we started kissing again. His face was slightly sticky from the drying pussy juice. I squeezed him with my vagina as he thrusted slowly in and out. He was pulling all the way out just so the head of his penis was barely out of me before plunging back in. It made me feel slightly sore, but it was a pleasurable sore feeling.

I focused on the sounds of his moans as he slid in and out of me. I ran my hands up and down his shoulders. He pushed up, arms straight, and I curved my pelvis up so he was fucking deep into me. We looked into each other's eyes and I started to feel another orgasm build. I begged for it. I begged to cum again.

He started fucking harder and I pulled him down onto me again. My eyes shut in anticipation of the orgasm coming, and when it hit my body arched into him. My hands gripped in, one on his upper back, the other on his head. I pulled his hair and cried out. His started to cum, pumping into me filling my pussy with cum.

When our bodies relaxed again he laid on my breast and our soft moans and murmurs of love felt like the best stress relief I'd had all week.

A few minutes passed and I told him my clit was still aching for orgasm. The bullet vibe on my clit and his fingers in my vagina made me explode into another orgasm after a few minutes of him torturing me with the vibrations. He loves to see my body twitch and react to the pulsing of the vibrations.

Saturday morning sex. Perfect.

Snapshot: BBC

Right now, my time is limited for writing due to real life, but I wanted to share a conversation and idea that surfaced this evening.

Occasionally (read: all the time) while I work from home I browse tumblr.

Tonight I came across this:

 

I showed it to the boyfriend, because the girth of this cock and the view of her pussy being stretched so far was... distracting.

I tilted my screen for him to see (we sit beside each other) and he got up to take a closer look. Our conversation:

Him: Wow, look at that...
Me: You see how thick that is?
Him: Oh I do.
Me: I mean, look at what it's doing to her pussy!
Him: I want that cock in your pussy.
Me (in shock): What!? (He's smiling.) You want something that big in me?
Him: Yes I do. I want him to fuck you.
Me (in disbelief): A big black cock? Like THAT size of cock?
Him: Yeah, I do. I want him to stretch you out.
Me: And what will you be doing when this is happening? Watching the expression on my face?
Him: I'll be in the corner watching, as you make fun of my cock and how it can't satisfy you like that.
Me: Just in the corner? Touching yourself?
Him: Yeah.

(I look down, he's jacking off a full boner right next to me.)

Me: So you really want to be cucked like that one day, huh?

Him: Maaayyybe...
Me: You know I'll make you clean it up... you'll have to lick it clean.
Him: That's OK. (He shrugs it off as no big deal.)
 (I take over jacking off his cock for a few moments.)
Me: You're so naughty! Wanting me to have a Big Black Cock to stretch me out like that.

He only grins in response.

When I think about this picture, I get curious what it would feel like. I wonder what his face would look like as he saw me struggle with the size. What would he feel as he watched me slip from uncertainty to pleasure?

One day, we might find out.

Video: Handjob for the boyfriend

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Review: Passionate U

A few weeks ago, I was offered the chance to review the website www.passionateU.com. I've followed this website since I joined twitter late last fall and have wanted the opportunity to watch their videos ever since. When the opportunity arose to have a free 2-week trial to the website in exchange for an honest review, I immediately agreed.

I will start by saying I completely underestimated the value of this website. If I could offer a sex-ed course to every person on the planet, it would be made up of many videos from this website. (Every person would benefit, even though they may not all appreciate it!) This video has a great mix of topics (discussed further below) and not all of them contain nudity. The experts for these videos contain a mix of sex educators and porn performers as well as sex researchers. Some of the experts I found were also those whose real-world lives I admire (and follow on twitter) such as Courtney Trouble, Ned and Maggie Mayhem, and ReidAboutSex.

The variety of videos on this website is fantastic. They cover many topics about and relating to sex. Some of the topics include: how to have a difficult relationship talk, how to masturbate (separate videos for male- and female-bodied persons), legal considerations for polyamory, how an uncut penis can be played with, tickling, making out, the importance of foreplay, different ways of spanking, sex with disability, strap-on sex, how to use condoms, and much, much more. Three of my favorite topics were:

1. Deep-Throating. ReidAboutSex has a video about deep-throating (one of several deep-throating videos on the site) that really drove home some clear points about deep-throating. Actually, it was this video that enabled me to deep-throat the boyfriend for the first time! I watched all of the deep-throating videos, but this one I watched several times and really found the tips useful. And for those tips, the boyfriend and myself will be forever grateful.

2. Squirting/G-spot play: I was very happy to find that there are MANY video's about squirting and G-spot play on this site. Many of these are multi-part videos that are 6-10 minutes each. The experts are in pairs with one working their fingers or toy while the other is the receiver. What is so great about these (and all pair/group videos on this website) is it is part live example, part lesson. Each step is explained by the experts and why. What kind of stimulation does the receiver like? What motion is the giver doing inside and why? What does it feel like for both of them? What I really liked about these videos is that the receivers were different women who had entirely different perspectives and experiences with squirting. I am in a passionate pursuit of squirting myself, so it was refreshing to hear some perspectives that differed from anything else I've heard before.

3. What to expect from a pelvic exam: This video uses a mold to show the different steps and tools that take place during a female pelvic exam. The expert uses the tools and explains each step of the process, including modeling the finger movements the doctor will do and explaining its importance. This video contains no nudity, which makes it very appropriate for any female who is undergoing pelvic exams. I was fortunate to have a doctor who explained each step of the process during my first pap smear at 13, but if she had not, I would have been very frightened and surprised at all of the steps. This video makes the exam very straightforward and non-threatening. What great information! One great point the expert makes is that you can bring your own lube to the exam if you are concerned about glycerin (or, I would add, parabens).

The site lets you set your own curriculum of videos you want to watch or you can watch some of their pre-arranged curriculum which gathers all or most video's on a topic and lists them for you to follow. There is also a friendly search feature for you to find and browse through your topics at your leisure.

The only criticism I have of the website is that the volume of the videos can vary greatly between the different videos, so be ready to adjust your speaker volume from video to video! Overall, this isn't a terrible thing and it speaks to the originality of the videos where each was filmed separately and in different locations or settings; really, it's an annoying detail but completely unimportant compared to the quality of information that can be found in the videos.

Thinking of trying Passionate U? They have a free page where you can try out some of their videos and see how helpful they are. In fact, the video I mentioned in #3 is in their free section, so you can watch it yourself for free. (men, if you've ever been curious... here's your chance to understand!)

This website is an incredible source of knowledge for dating, relationships, and, yes, sex. It covers every topic in a straightforward, no-nonsense manner that has a reassuring, non-threatening tone. Sex is normal. Masturbation is normal. Want some tips on how to try new things? Or improve your existing skill set? This website is a great investment to do just that.

Disclaimer: I was given a free 2-week membership to passionateu.com in exchange for unique and fair review of the website. While the membership was free, this review is entirely my own.

His first crop spanking

Note, this is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here.

He flinched slightly at my little flicks with the crop against his butt. I gently ran my free hand over his cheeks, feeling him lightly. More little flicks. It felt like just the right weight in my hand - enough to get a good swoosh and land a slightly stinging hit, but not too heavy where the motion would feel too repetitive. Perfect.

I started spanking him more with it, alternating between cheeks. The head of the crop is a rectangle, about 3 inches long but only an inch wide. It gives a very direct hit which very quickly turns the skin a light blush red. I made sure both of his cheeks were turning a nice pink glow before I touched his cock for the first time.

I touch it, it was growing hard, but nowhere near hard yet. I was tempted to keep spanking him until he was hard, but it was nearly 2am and I did want to play with him a lot. My free hand reached around and started lightly running my fingers up and down his cock while my other hand was flicking his ass with the crop. I varied the strength of the hits - no need to make it repetitive quite yet. He flinched at the heavier blows, and relaxed with the lighter ones.

I paused to apply lube to his cock. We are running low on our good lube, so we bought some emergency back-up at the sex shop to make sure the good stuff lasted. It was runny and half dribbled onto the bed when I turned my hand over to apply to his cock. He tensed at its coolness. He had been growing harder still before I applied the lube, now he was almost rock hard with my hand gliding on him. He moaned into the bed, eyes closing.

I turned my attention back to his ass. I hit him with the crop, making random choices on which side and where to hit him, sometimes moving on, other times hitting him in the same spot over and over. It started to grow painful and he was flinching. With each flinch I watched his balls swing freely between his legs. I took the crop and gently, lovingly spanked him.

His eyes popped open in surprise. "Gentle!" he urged, almost panicked. I hit him again.

"Aren't I being gentle?"

"Well, yeah..." I hit his balls again and again. Then without warning, a hard SMACK to his ass. He moaned again. I dropped the crop and smacked him with my hand. I left an outline of my hand on one cheek, then the other. His ass was still pink from the crop, and now it was turning a brighter red. I hit him hard, making my hand sting. He moaned loud.

I stopped moving my hand on his cock, holding it still, and I spanked him with  my hand again. His body flinched forward with my blows, forcing his cock to move slightly in my hand. Each blow was a mix of pain and pleasure for him and his moans betrayed which side was winning.

"Are you a naughty boy?" I asked.

"Yes... oh yes I'm naughty!" was the eager reply.

I hit him hard again. Again. Again. "Why are you naughty? Tell me reasons."

He didn't say a word. I hit him hard, as hard as my hand could. His eyes pinched in pain. I ordered him to tell me why he was naughty. I removed my hand from his hard cock again. More smacks. "Tell me, or I'll just spank you and let your dick go limp." He whimpered. My hand was stinging.

"I like boys." He almost whispered.

I picked up the crop and hit him very hard with it. He cried out. "Naughty! You shouldn't like boys!" Again and again I landed stinging blows on him. "You're so naughty. I bet you wish I was a boy jerking you off." I grabbed his dick in my hand and started jacking him off again.

He moaned into his pillow. When he didn't answer I spanked his balls lightly again. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yes!" he conceded. I spanked him for his answer. Then I dropped his cock again and spread his ass cheeks apart.

"I bet you wish he would eat your asshole, too."

He moaned again, and I applied fresh lube to my hand and went back to jerking him off. I spanked him with my hand again, focusing on one cheek while I bit his other ass cheek. "Naughty" I said in between bites. I kissed him a couple of times, then bit again. I watched my hand land blows on his red cheek. His dick felt very hard in my hand.

His ass was high in the air, perfect for receiving that cock or tongue I knew he was thinking about. I took up the crop again, used my dick-hand to spread his cheeks again, and spanked his asshole with the crop. "Naughty, naughty, naughty boy thinking about other men!" He moaned into his pillow again. "I know you want them to lick you there!" And then I was smacking his cheeks again, hard and my hand was on his dick jerking rough and fast.

"I am... I do... I'm so naughty...." he breathed into his pillow with shut eyes.

More blows with the crop and all of his ass was a nice red hue. I dropped the crop and used my hand again. "You're a fag," I said harshly. His eyes opened in surprised - I've never used that term before, only he has. But I spanked and jerked him hard, he moaned into his pillow more. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I held his dick, hand not moving again. I squeezed him gently.

"Thinking about those boys you like? I bet you wish they would do this," and I shoved my face into his ass, licking his asshole with fast rapid strokes. His whole body tensed and his moans became loud and high pitched. He begged me to not stop, keep going, lick that asshole...

I stopped. I spanked him for enjoying it too much. His moans became almost squeals of pleasure, I hit him with my hand as hard as I could. He twitched when his cock moved in my still hand. Yes, he was too close to orgasm still. I picked up the crop and made blows that I'm sure would sting. I had to make sure his ass stayed a bright red color.

Then I removed my hand from his very hard dick, and continued to lick his asshole again. I licked and tongued him, spreading his cheeks, forcing them apart. His squeals turned into the highest pitch sound he could make, disappearing into silence as I ate him out. I licked and kissed him as fast as I could. I attacked his asshole with my tongue.

Then I stopped again. More lube on my hands, then very strong jerking motions. His head rose off the pillow, eyes pinched shut. My other hand started smacking him very hard, pushing his body forward with the force of each blow. His cock was so hard in my hand it made my fingers hurt. I didn't relieve my grip, I jerked him faster. I spanked him with my flat palm pushing his body with each blow.

His head looked down towards his cock and I knew he was close. He always watches himself cum. I spanked as fast as I could without losing any strength in my blows to his very red cheek. "Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" He started to yell at me.

I didn't stop. I hit him over and over, arm swinging back while my other one held onto him, leaning forward with the blows so he didn't wrench his cock from my grip. He yelled it more, his body now pushing forward and my blows kept pushing him. "Don't you DARE STOOOO....." and the word was lost in his growl. I didn't stop. I spanked and jerked him while his body tried to get away from me. I pursued him.

He trembled and lost his strength, collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto his side. I looked at him, smiling. He was curled into a ball, moaning slightly.

I got up and washed the lube off my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I returned to the bed and lightly kissed his face; he jumped awake. His eyes opened briefly to look at me. "I love you," I said.

"I love you," he was barely speaking. "Oh baby. Oh my goodness."

"Yeah?" I said, grinning. He hadn't moved again.

"You are perfect. Just... perfect."

"Oh I am?"

"Yes. So... perfect. Oh my goodness...."

I crawled next to him and cuddled him. A few minutes passed and I replayed his orgasm in my head while I spooned him.

"Honey..." it was said with a tone I knew. "I don't think I can eat you out tonight..."

"I know," I said. "Tomorrow."

"Ok... thank you." And then, after a pause, "Honey...." in the same tone.

"Hmm?"

"I hate to ask you... but I'm really hungry... could you get me something to eat?"

"Now?"

"I'm so hungry... please?"

"Ok..."

"And something to drink, too?"

"Yes, dear."

I went to the kitchen. The clock read 2:58am. I had played with him for a lot longer than I realized. I made him a quesadilla, brought him a drink, and put on some cartoons as we cuddled in bed snacking. He ate leaning on his side; sitting up seemed like too much effort. He called me the best girlfriend and the perfect woman.

Finally, it was time for sleep. His cum spot which took up a good 3x6 inch square right in the middle of his normal sleeping spot. I moved him over closer to me, and held him as we went to sleep.

The next morning, he repaid the orgasm in some very excellent ways...

to be continued...

Morning sex after his dream

I decided to work from home - I needed the luxury of sleeping in and a slower day if I was going to kick whatever lame fatigue-inducing illness I was fighting. I forgot to turn off my alarm, so it went off at the normal time. I turned it out and the BF rolled over to hold me. We slept. Then I flipped around to hold him. Back and forth for two hours. The last hour of which his face was always touching me. He moved it up against my arm, my face, my breast, my shoulder, my back. It didn't matter how I laid or moved, his body would follow.

I was facing away from him when he stirred awake. I turned my head to see his eyes open for the first time, and smile at me. I snuggled back into him and he wrapped his arms around me. His legs intertwined with mine, and I felt a hard dick press into my leg. "Well, good morning!" I quipped at him. "Hard already for me?" Any morning I'm home when he wakes, I pretty much expect morning sex -- morning wood is a wonderful gift of nature.)

He tells me he had a dream about me - and his grin tells me it was an excellent dream. I press for details; they come slowly... He dreamed he tied me up, on my knees. He tied my wrists and ankles up. He tickled my feet until I peed myself, and he licked it up. Then he spanked my ass no matter how much I begged him to stop. He spanked my breasts and pinched my nipples. He made me spread my legs so he could tease my clit. He put his tongue on my clit and wouldn't move it. He wouldn't let me cum. He was going to rape the fuck out of me... but he woke up right as his dick entered me.

At each detail and new idea I'm shocked, surprised at the details his brain thought about, and then remembered. He tells the story with relish, delighting in my frightened yet delighted reactions to his details. He knows how each part would terrify and excite me.

As he's telling me, his hand is feeling my ass, giving it deep squeezes. He keeps interrupting himself to tell me how much he loves my ass, how awesome it feels in his hand. How much he wants to spank it. His story is barely over and he's on top of me, spreading my legs wide as I'm on my stomach. He rubs the head of his dick in my slick pussy, asking me if his story turned me on. Telling me I'm a little slut for being so wet for him all the time.

He enters me, and a few short thrusts he's all the way, pulling my legs shut and straddling my legs. He gives my back light, tender kisses. His dick feels so good in me. His arms reach above mine and he pulls himself up, pressing into my ass checks as his dick slides in and out. He makes me stick my butt up for him, but then he just presses in and stays there............

...........And stays............

It drives me crazy. He runs his hands down my body, lightly grazing my breasts as they slide down my sides to my thighs, which he grips in each hand. My hips start flexing involuntarily and I'm moaning for him to move in me. I'm fucking him, moving him in and out and my thrusting jerky movements are turning him on, making him want to fuck me again.

He finally does, with a vengeance. He reaches around and grabs me by the breasts, using my body as leverage to fuck harder into me. He's calling me his slut for liking his dick so much. He slows down, pulling all the way in and all the way out. I'm mesmerized by the feeling of it - its so slick, and I can feel my vagina being opened and then collapsed as he does this over and over. In gasps I tell him I love it. He does it more and more. And then stays in, not moving.

Fuuuuuuuck! My brain reacts. My body is twitching and moving, desperate for his dick to move in me... he tries to hold me still so I can't. I'm moaning loud, close to cumming. He starts fucking me hard again, and I start to cum. He shifts up again so his dick is pounding my pussy while I'm cumming and I grip the bars of our headboard, screaming as I cum. Of course, he doesn't let up. He never does. He fucks me in the way I can only ever describe as "Fuck! It's so big in me! OMG!!!" and soon I'm cumming again.

He whispers that I'm such a good slut, cumming for him. He grabs my ass in a giant pinch and tells me I'm a good girl. Then he pushes in, and holds it in me again. I try to not react, I try to stay still. But I can't.... I can't maintain control. My hips are starting to twitch and I'm moving his dick around as best I can, pinned under him as I am. His hands are holding mine above my head, fingers mixed up in mine.

He feels me fucking against him, and I'm flexing my ass to move his dick just barely in and out of me - but I can feel his head rubbing in the most pleasurable away in me. It feels wonderful - and it is, for both of us. It feels too good now to be torture, but I don't think he cares about that anymore. He's starts to fuck me, telling me, ordering me to cum for him. He starts to fuck harder and I urge him on with my "Yes! Oh yes!" as I tell him to keep doing it.

It doesn't take long, and I'm cumming again. He feels me cumming, squeezing on his dick and he tells me I'm so good. He relaxes, slowing down. I know he hasn't cum but I'm not sure what he's doing. He moves away a pillow and some blankets - we are sweating from the heat of our bodies and all the sex. He brushes my hair away from my face so he can see me. He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and neck. And then suddenly his hand is in my hair and he pulls, HARD, jerking my neck back.

Now he's fucking me hard again, and my body is trying to arch up as he's pulling on me. It hurts my scalp, but it feels good. I'm completely at his use as I want to be. He starts talking to me.. and I love to hear him say them to me:

"You're such a dirty slut spreading those legs for me!"

"Naughty slut you take my dick that's right you like it!"

If I moan in pleasure, "Yeah, slut, I'll fuck you just as you like it."

And then, as he came, "Ohhh! Ohh! Take my cum you dirty slut! Take it all!"

I do. My hips tremble as he pumps his dick and cum into me. He gives my back a few more kisses, and lays next to me. He runs his fingers ever so lightly through my hair, lightly against my scalp that he just pulled so hard on. My eyes are shut, enjoying it. His hands keep wandering, and he lay and cuddle and kiss and giggle for about thirty minutes.

What's love got to do with it?

We've all probably heard that line sung by Whitney Houston. What's love got to do with it? That was a small topic of discussion for me on twitter earlier this week. It started as a topic of who I thought ate pussy better: men or women? Well, even though I'm bi, I've never been with a girl... so I can't weigh in on this topic.

My guess is that a woman can, because familiarity with the equipment makes for a better user of that equipment, right? The questioner then disclosed he thought guys gave better head for the same reason and he had experienced both sexes.

So I asked the boyfriend to weigh in - he's experienced both. He said its been a long time since he's had a guy give him a BJ - too long to give an honest comparison. But then he continued well beyond the theoretical situation with a dose of reality. He said, "But to really answer the question, the sex and head you get is only as good as the love you share with the person, no matter their sex.... the more in love you become with someone the more you will enjoy it. And if there is no love, its meaningless and won't feel nearly as good."

Wow... I completely and totally agree with him on this, but I haven't heard him say this before. For me, sex and love go hand in hand and I can't separate them. That's a major reason why I've only had sex with two people in my life - love has to be there for me to be intimate with someone. It's not just about physical pleasure, its about physical pleasure and an emotional connection. I can't give you access to the "goods" if you know and care nothing for my mind.

The boyfriend and I tell each other "I love you" countless times every day. It never gets old and we can never hear it enough. Sometimes we'll respond with "How much?" or "Oh really? Are you sure?" out of fun -- and to see how the other responds. This morning after a wonderful round of sex and cuddling that was full of kisses, he told me he loved me. And I asked "How much?" He paused. Then his answer, one I've never heard before, was this:

"Enough to cum in you, and never worry."

There's a lot to be said in that statement. We're secure in our physical health and we're not concerned about the possibility of a baby*. There's a lot of trust and love in this relationship. Its the best relationship either of us have had. And we tell the other person. There's no hiding what we want, what we like, what we need. Its open and honest all the time, not in specific windows.

And this blog is proof of that, I think. The sex is fucking incredible. He's had a TON more sex than I have (way more than I'd really like to ever know about, really)... but its never been more pleasurable or wonderful as its been with me. He's done the sex before love, the fuck because you want it, and the relationship only exists for sex... its all failed with a lot of hurt and misery all around. For some I'm sure that's OK and it works for you. I'm not saying anything about you - I'm talking about us.

For us, love in friendship is that ingredient that makes the whole recipe work. And we like it that way. For us, love is pretty much the whole thing. Without it, there is no us.

*I am on a birth control pill and we never use condoms. Before we even had sex we discussed the possibility of a pregnancy from sex (really if you're having sex, its always a possibility and you should always consider your options first!). We had always agreed that if it happens, it happens and we'll celebrate it. (For me it would really be a wonderful thing considering my chances are super low anyway, but that's besides the point here.)

Formspring Friday: Problems orgasming during sex

Q. Hello... I have trouble having an orgasm through having sex, and oral. I use vibrators a lot in my spare time and wondered if there was a way I could get my orgasms back through having sex... any suggestions?
First things first - if you don't cum through penetrative sex, you are 100% normal and this is WAY more common than being able to cum from penis-in-vagina sex. Most women will never cum from vaginal penetration alone. (Are you listening - male partners of the world?) So if its not happening, don't be surprised and don't feel bad! Be honest if you can't cum this way - your partner needs to know how to make you cum. You know your body best, so be straightforward. There's nothing wrong with a little tutorial in giving a good handjob or how to use a vibrator on you. There's no reason why you can't have an orgasm with a partner, but its up to you to communicate what works for you.

This position + toy on your clit would be good to try

From the last part of your question it sounds like you used to cum through vaginal penetration, but are unable to do so now. You do cum through vibration - I'm assuming on your clit or a combo of vaginal/clit stimulation. So you know how to make yourself cum - now its getting you to cum with a partner, preferably while having penetrative sex with your partner. Perhaps you need to add some clitoral stimulation to sex. This can be done with fingers or sex toys.

Clit + dick = awesome

Positions: If you're in missionary, he can reach down and place a hand to help grind against you. You can use a cock ring with a vibrating bullet to stimulate you while he thrusts or grinds. You can also use a larger toy like a bullet vibe, finger vibe, or handheld vibe to hit the right spot. You can reach your own hand down to masturbate yourself while he's fucking you. Your partner can also shift their position on you so he/she is higher up on your pelvis and could possibly grind against your clit (this works wonders on me, personally).

One of the best positions is cowgirl, where you sit on top and ride him. You control the angle and the amount of penetration. This is the best position to get your clit involved - or have a toy positioned to ride against it. You can also try doggy style with a cock ring flipped around and aimed at your clit. Your partner can reach around you to manually rub your clit while you're being fucked.

Great way to please you both!

Now let's talk about oral sex. Not everyone can cum from oral sex. (If this surprises you, that's OK!) Oral sex is highly sensual and arousing - but it may not offer enough stimulation to cum from it. Maybe your partner just needs some tips - and that's ok. Here are a couple of links that give some great advice. First, my personal favorite (and the best advice I've ever seen on the subject) and then some tips from the blogging world from real-life people, and another, more basic approach.

Eye contact - wonderful.

Some women require stronger, more direct stimulation on their clit in order to cum. My advice then: try adding some fingers to the mix to stimulate your clit or vagina or both. Use a vibrator or dildo in your vagina while your partner goes down on you. Its your body and you'll know what's getting you there or not. If you still can't orgasm - they enjoy it still! It will still be wonderful and incredible and highly erotic. When you want to orgasm, have your partner switch to a toy or technique that will get you there.

So what if none of this works - then incorporate your current toys that do work and show your partner how to use them. Explore, try things out, talk, work together on it. After all, practice makes perfect.

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.

He accused me of fucking a bigger cock

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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.

Bathtub roleplay

The day had been filled of sex, board games, TV, sex, napping, and us together some more.  We were having an all-night video game/together night. About 2a we decided to take a break from the computer and take a bath together. Our first candle-lit bath.

The candles are lit. Four of them around the tub, three others on the toilet and sink. The lights are off. The tub is full of warm water just the right temperature. We take a look at each other, he climbs in. I follow, sitting in the back, wrapping my legs around him. He leans back into me, and my arms slide down his chest, head bowed against his neck. My breasts press into his back.

Peace. Stillness. Quiet. Its just us, our bodies, together. I breathe for a few moments, eyes closed, holding him.

I run my hands up and down his chest and lean back as he leans into me. We commiserate over how our plan for bubbles has failed without a bubble in sight. Oh well. Another time we'll try.

His hands are wandering, and he lightly caresses my toes in the water near his leg. He tickles them so gently, we're barely touching. His other hand is lightly touching his dick, floating in the water yet pointing up at him. I reach down, and realize he's semi-hard.

He hears my gasp of surprise (made louder to make sure he heard, of course) and lays his head on one of my arms wrapped around him. The hand that was on his dick sinks lower into the water, and his arm starts making a movement... I catch the significance of the motion.

"Are you fingering yourself?"

He gives me a coy look with a mischievous grin. "Maybe."

"Naughty boy! You can't do that in here!" But he starts finger fucking himself as much as he can from this position. A few seconds and I reach down again - this time, his dick is hard.  "You naughty boy fingering yourself, now you're hard... you really want dick in that ass don't you?"

He moans, hand reaching up to start stroking his cock. "Yes I doooo," he moans to me gently. The sound of his jacking off semi-submerged in water is a new and beautiful sound. Its now visual and very audible - and I have a great view.

"It was that twitter conversation, wasn't it?" I ask. "You want someone to be your little dick slut, don't you?"

"Yes..." he breathes. "But I want his dick in my mouth. Ohhhh." His hand is jerking pretty strong, and its making little waves in the tub.  I start pinching his nipples.

"Oh, so you'd rather drink his cum?"

"Yes. I want his cum in my mouth, hot down my throat." He can hardly get the words out. I start pinching harder, pulling on them.

I whisper in his ear, "I'll watch you drink his cum, you cum slut. Watch you drink it and what you get fucked and be his little man bitch like I know you want." I start tugging to hurt his nipples, which only turns him on more.

"Ohhh yes... "

"I want to see that dick go in your mouth, want you to choke on it you dick slut. Take it in and suck it like. I'm going to tell you to suck it so I can see how much you enjoy it."

"Ohh give me your dick," he moans to the invisible man. I am now the third party, tugging at his nipples and egging him on. I'm OK with that, because one day, I'd like this fantasy to be reality. I look forward to it. I pinch his nipples, and wiggle them in tiny vibrations.

"Take his dick in your ass you dirty man bitch," I tell him. The sensations of my words and nipples make him moan, but he's talking to the invisible man.

"Oh I want your cum, please cum in my mouth... yes, please cum in my mouth. I want your hot cum in my mouth. Yes I'll swallow all of it... please, oh please, I need your dick in my mouth." His hand is making swift jerking movements and I can see his dick is huge and rock hard, yearning for that release of orgasm. I pull and pinch and tug on him.

"You can have his cum, but he still gets to fuck you," I whisper again. "Will you let him fuck you?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, I'll suck him off and then he can fuck me."

"Let him use your ass however he wants?"

"Oh yes... let him cum in my ass. Oh please cum in my ass! I want to feel you cum in me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me PLEASE FUCK ME." And he growls as he cums, his body trembling against me.

He cums on his hands, and he pauses a moment before licking it off. I hug him close and he collapses even more into my breasts.

One day....

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.

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 for the future

I had the day off. It was an important day. BF, after 4 years of no talking and complete separation from his marriage mistake, was finally divorced. Details of how and why this legal detail wasn't completed so long ago isn't important. What matters is: it happened.

So yeah, what does it feel like to have your boyfriend legally free? Awesome. Amazing. Confusing. You don't expect to enter a relationship with something like this hanging in the background... but it does happen. And to have it done and over with? Wow. And I'm just living with this for not even a year... for him, it was an amazing day. It happened first thing this morning, so we had the rest of the day together.

I made him a carrot-cake divorce cake that said "Happy Divorce!" on it in orange frosting. We played computers, watched TV, and yes, we had celebration sex. Twice. With a nap in between.

Round 1 started in the kitchen, I think. I was writing the words on the cake and he started licking the bowl from the cream cheese frosting... so I took a finger and put it on my boob. (Yes, I was making the cake in my bra and panties). After he licked that off, I spread some from my collar bone up my neck. He licked it off, kissed me, and slapped my ass. I finished with the cake, and things moved into the bedroom.

We started kissing before we made it to the bed. Deep French kisses, hands wandering. Bra and panties off, his underwear on the floor. He reached down and started fingering my clit, and my knees started to buckle. It felt so good, just barely stroking my clit, then reaching in further and giving me the come hither move right on it. I moaned, kissing him and reached for his growing cock. He pulled me onto the bed. I started jacking off his dick, making it hard.

"Oh you always make it so hard so fast," he tells me. He was hard in no time, maybe record time.

I grinned, and climbed on top. "I'm going to fuck you today," I said. "Happy divorce!"

He laughed. First sex as a single man in more than 4 years. I didn't let him in, but settled my pussy on top of his dick, just slighting rocking on it. I put my hands above his shoulders, and kissed him, my curls hanging down framing our faces. He could feel my wetness, just barely touching him. I spread my lips, and moved my clit on his boner. His dick was slick with my first pass. My clit stroked his dick as we looked into our eyes.

I rocked, and he started talking to me. "Oh you naughty girl, why are you so wet today? So very naughty." I went to kiss his neck, but he hijacked my head and bit my neck. Hard. I gasped, moaning into his shoulder. He released me for a second, then kissed me, then bit me again. It was painful... but I liked it. I leaned back up, and started flexing my hips up, pushing his dick up into my pussy. I held him at the entrance, covering him in my wetness. Then I pulled off and started flexing with my clit against his dick again. "Come on my dick, use your clit to come on my dick. I love to see you come with your clit... you feel so good. Make it feel so good for me baby," he told me. I was so turned on. My orgasm came quickly, left me quivering on his dick. He ran his hands up and down my back, telling me what a good girl I was for obeying him like that.

I flicked my hips up again, and this time I sank onto his dick, and his eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips as I let him fill me up. He pinned my feet under his legs, pushing himself into me as I pushed myself into him. I rocked slowly back and forth, agonizingly slow. His voice was low in volume, high in pitch, asking for more. It felt amazingly good, rocking on that. He grabbed my right ass check and held it firmly in his grip, fingers pulling it sideways. Then I started flipping my hips up so he was barely in me before gently falling back down. Again and again, and then I was cumming again. When I was done, he pulled my hair away from my face and told me he loved me and I was so beautiful when I came.

Pushing into each other, I feeling as much as we could, just us, our bodies. I fucked him, rolling my hips, letting his dick fill me up. I came a third time, and then a fourth, each time getting closer and easier. I started really fucking against him, and his hands were slightly resting against my ass. I started bouncing my ass, and he told me to keep going, keep doing it. So I did, more and faster, an orgasm building. My eyes shut from pleasure, my last view was his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in pleasure. His hands were grazing my ass, following its bounces as best as he could. He exploded into orgasm for 20 very long seconds. And my orgasm hit mid-way through his. I could feel my pussy squeezing his cock hard, making his gasp and twitch. We kissed.

It was the best sex he's had in years, he told me. And we fell asleep, on our sides, legs intertwined, his arms around me, his lips on my forehead, my head tucked into him. The breeze was blowing in the windows. It was lovely.

Sex on a Saturday afternoon pt2

     He woke me up with a kiss on my cheek. He was awake and ready to get up, but I hadn't slept nearly enough to recharge, especially after the sex we had earlier. (You can catch up on that story here). I moaned my disagreement to waking up and complained I hadn't slept enough. I expected him to get up and tell me to rest as much as I needed while he went back to the computer, but once again I was wrong. Instead he wrapped his arms around me, and just held me on his chest while I laid there, resting.

     I shut my eyes and ran my feet against his. "Don't do that!" he chastised me. "You'll make me horny again." I giggled, thinking about how I often do that during sex just to excite him more sometimes. But now I wasn't looking for sex, I was just needing rest.

    Somehow I had kinked my neck during the nap, so I rolled away from him to get more comfy. He turned towards me and started rubbing my neck and shoulder, trying to help me relax. It started to feel better, and his hands started to wander down to my butt. "Sexy woman," he said. "I love your sexy booty." I played innocent. "Everything about you is sexy. You are so beautiful." Now I'm waking up, because his sincerity is so apparent and I find it irresistible. I pushed my ass out toward him and he started feeling it up and down even more, rubbing his fingers on the outside of my crack. Then he ran his hands to my thighs. "I love your sexy thighs, they're perfect" he said as he grabbed one. He reached toward my pussy so I opened my legs slightly, and he started to finger me a little.

     "Fuck! you are so freaking wet!"  I was, how could I not be? I reminded him of what we had done earlier, and then what I had experienced during the nap. He had no conscious idea of holding me like he had, but he rarely does. I didn't like the angle he was fingering me at, so I tried to roll over, but he pushed me the other way, onto my stomach. "No, I think I'll just stick my dick in you, how's that?"

    I was so wet he slid right in, no problem. I love stomach sex. I love the full feeling I get in my pussy, I love fucking him back by pushing up against in, I love just taking it. I love how I can feel so many different things from this one position. And I love how he's normally kissing my back or shoulder and holding my hands or breasts the entire time, whispering in my ear.

     He slid in, and I went from sleepy to horny in the time it took for him to pull almost all the way out and push back in slowly. He groaned in that same way he had earlier, where it sounded like he was already close but he wasn't, he was emanating those emotions that made me think it was going to be a fantastic session yet again. So I started pushing back against his cock, positioning my butt up toward him. "Oh baby you're so sexy" he said again. Then he saw the smile that appeared on my face. He called me sexy and beautiful, then ran his hands down to my hips and up my sides, grazing the side of my boob.

     "Oooooh," I moaned... "you have no idea how incredibly hot that is." He did it again and I sighed deeply.

     "Tell me how sexy you are," he said.

     "I'm so sexy... and I'm beautiful," I managed to whisper back. I was pushing back into his cock and it was filling all of me up.

     "Ohh yes you are!" he agreed. He started thrusting faster, so I dropped my hips and just let him put it in and out, making me feel incredible. "You are so sexy and beautiful. You are perfect." And he placed his hands in front of me, so I grabbed them with my hands and held onto him.

     I'm not sure how much time passed, and I don't remember how we moved. I know I alternated in wiggling my hips, pushing back, and taking it while he responded to each move. At some point he placed his feet so they braced against mine, giving him leverage to do more than gently thrusts, but actually pound me a little bit.  This always makes me cry out a little bit, and this time, I felt the need to break "the rule." It had already been broken once today.

     "Mr. _____, I love you!" I breathed.

     "I love you," he replied, probably wondering if I was expecting to be called Mrs in return.

     "I love my husband!" I ended up crying out.

     He immediately picked up the pace, pounding me deep and fast. "I love my wife, Mrs _____" he whispered back into my ear. His pace was so fast and I tilted my hips up toward him.

     "I love you," I cried out once more before I started cumming.

     "Oh that's a good girl, my good wife," he said back to me.. slowing down a bit with my orgasm. "Ohhhh my good wife!" he said again as he picked up the pace.  I was crying out more, and he came with a few thrusts and a final one to push in as far as he could go. I had started to feel him cum and this triggered another orgasm for me, so his final thrust and mine our hips were grinding against each other, and I was shaking under him again, my hips bucking with no control... I think this kept him going longer than normal, because together we were pushing into each other with whatever part of our body we could move, moaning together.

     He laid on top of me for a while, our breathing fast together. Then he counted down "1... 2... 3...." and pulled me with him to roll onto our sides, his cock still in me, his arms and legs now around me. We laid there together, sleep forgotten, enjoying the moment. Eventually we untangled, and he went back to kissing my back and running his hands up and down my body telling me again and again how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was. It was by far the best Saturday afternoon I think I've ever experienced.