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Monday, June 29, 2009
BEND ME OVER YOUR DESK AGAIN...PLEASE
Being how I am, I enthusiastically agreed! He wanted me in his office and bent over his desk. He wanted to go to work and KNOW that he had fucked me there.
The first time it happened, I arrived when it was after his work hours. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, with a black blazer over it. We kissed and touched and kissed some more, and then I got on my knees while he was sitting in his chair and took his hard cock in my mouth. Mmmmm....
Minutes later he told me to pull down my jeans. YES SIR! He knows that I like it (and am turned on) when he gets bossy. Steven turned me around, bent me over his desk, and slid into me (again...a height thing!). As I felt my own pleasure rapidly increasing, he grabbed my hair and gave my ass a nice slap...and I was lost in that orgasmic place that is indescribable. When I came back to reality, I lifted my face up and looked straight ahead. It was then that I realized what Steven was doing.
He was watching the whole thing in the window that was across from me. Don't worry, it wasn't an outside window...just an office window.
He had an excellent view of me, bent over his desk, while he was thrusting in and out of me. And he LIKED it! And so did I! It was so daring, so naughty, and so hot. To know that he would come in to work the next day and remember my bare ass pressed up against him, my hair in his hand, My upper body sprawled across his desk...how amazing is that!? And just to prove how jaded I am, his family picture staring at me didn't phase me for a second. Hey, I have been honest about my "dark" side, right?
He varied his speed, slower, faster, teasing me to another orgasm. When my legs were literally shaking from feeling so good, he whipped me around and informed me that he wanted to cum in my mouth.
NOT ENOUGH NOTICE THERE STEVEN! My shaky legs, lack of warning, and the fact that I had pants around my ankles slowed me down. I knelt down and had my mouth *this* close to his throbbing cock, just in time to take a nice shot down the front of my jacket. I surrounded him with my mouth and caught the rest of the load, meanwhile trying not to laugh. How can you NOT laugh about spastic cum flying at you? Thankfully I had a shirt on underneath and wasn't worried about going home with a mysterious spooge stain on me...
This was the first of several office sex sessions...and I am sure there are plenty more to come. The second time I arrived wearing a dress...Steven had only seen me in pants at this point. I had on a dress that were a couple of his favorite colors on me...the perfect shoes/purse/accessories to go with it, etc. I walked in, and he was excited to see me and to see me dressed up more than normal. When it was after hours and we started messing around he could hardly stand it when he took a peak at what was under the dress. For some reason, the particular thong I had on made him crazy. Never mind that it coordinated with the dress perfectly! Within minutes I was bent over his desk. dress over my hips, and the thong pushed aside while he fucked me, and fucked me GOOD.
The third time was crazier...it wasn't in his office, but was somewhere that is part of his workplace. I can't get into details. I was wearing jeans and a cute sparkly halter top and had plans that evening with girlfriends from childhood. We were going out that night, it was the first time that the three of us had done this in a long time. And, I love these girls, but have always felt inferior with them. Insecure for various reasons. We all live in different cities, etc. SO...I stopped in to see Steven before the girls and I met up. It was one of those times where you just have to have each other, and fast. No messing around, minimal clothes removed, just fast and furious sex. Never mind that it was during the afternoon, a bit riskier, and I had somewhere to be. Let's just say that we weren't anywhere to adequately deal with the aftermath, and I spent the evening with my girlfriends in panties that were soaking wet. AND IT WAS A HUGE TURN ON...it was so naughty! One friend was being her self righteous self, the other was talking about her "almost" affair that she "almost" had, and meanwhile I am sneaking text messages to Steven and can feel the moisture between my legs from our encounter. And I looked at these girls, both skinny, both "supposedly" happily married, both without kids, and for the FIRST TIME I felt like I was the one that was better off.
I looked at one that was unemployed and teetering on the edge of marital issues, and the other that is obviously hiding SOMETHING behind all of her external perfection, and I felt good.
I have boobs and an ass because I am not skinny. I have kids that give me more pleasure than these girls even know is possible. I have a spiritual side that they are lacking. I have accomplished more than I have fucked up. Yes, I have a jacked up marriage, I will give them that, but you know what else I have?
An AMAZING man that has come into my life, and is not only my best friend, but the most amazing lover I have ever had. Someone that is so in tune with me, and we are so in tune with each other, that finishing each other's sentences is common. Someone that understands me like no one ever has. Someone that I am learning with, exploring with, and having fun with. Someone that is showing me what a good relationship feels like. What LOVE feels like.
And I have known that I have all of this in Steven...yet, cum soaked panties while being out with the girls was like a constant reminder. A reminder of what I have, the happiness that I have, the love that I have.
Whatever it takes, right?
How SG Found His Kink
Thinking way, way back, my earliest kinky stirrings probably occurred even before puberty. I remember enjoying my older sister's Nancy Drew mystery books, where the plucky teen sleuth would inevitably be captured by the villain just before the denouement. If was really lucky, there would be a monochrome pen-drawn illustration of our heroine bound and gagged on the floor. I must have been only seven at the time.
A couple of years later, I had an "escapology competition" with my younger female cousin. I bound her wrists and timed her escape - and she did the same to me. I don't recall feeling aroused but I do remember feeling mortified when my mother came in and found me desperately trying to wriggle free. She didn't make a big deal of it. The same cousin I restrained using a lifejacket as a sort of SJ, while we were on a sailing holiday - quite possibly in the same year - putting it on her with her arms trapped inside it. This is probably where my fetish for inflatable bondage started, too. I rarely see her these days, but I'm sure she remembers those experiences - not that they'll ever be discussed!
A BBC TV adaptation of Tom Sharpe's "Blott on the Landscape" in the early 80s alerted me to the fact that other people got a real kick out of tying and being tied. I featured extended scenes of bedroom bondage played out between George Cole (playing a dodgy toff with a taste for submission) and Julia McKenzie (playing his dizzy Mistress). In one particularly memorable scene, his wife finds him tied to the bed in baby clothes with a dummy strapped in his mouth.
I immediately started devouring all the Tom Sharpe books I could lay my mitts on. Most of them were unashamedly sexually explicit and kinky. I didn't care that he was satirising the corrupt ruling classes by disdainfully treating their sexual peccadillos as an Achilles heel. I just wanted to know more about rubber fetish, breath play etc.
The first music video that featured fetish wear which aroused me was one by funk-rocker Rick "Superfreak" James. I can't recall the song and I've yet to find it on YouTube, but it featured a bevy of women playing with each other in black, shiny PVC or latex. I saw it maybe twice, but it left a big impression on me. If anyone knows which one it is, I'd be very grateful if you could let me know. It's probably appalling, but it's formative nevertheless.
But it wasn't until the web came along in the late 90s that a whole cornucopia of kink opened up. This seems crazy now, but I actually used to stay late at work to surf early bondage web sites such as Secret Magazine, where there were actual pictures of sexy women all tied up and looking like they were enjoying it. I found out about delights such as single gloves, ball gags and sleepsacks - and it's been downhill ever since! ;-)
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Table, Part One
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Friday, June 26, 2009
O Is For Orgasm - A Meme
1. What’s your favourite way to have an orgasm?
Being taken from behind - doggy style (what else?!) It excites me greatly and makes me feel very animalistic.
2. Do you use a sex toy? Hands? or both?
Yes - sometimes a toy, sometimes hands - sometimes both!
3. Do you have a favourite time of day or night that you like to pleasure yourself or have sex?
There's something about Saturday afternoons.... can't put my finger on it (well, that's not strictly true!) and definitely sleepy Sunday mornings - they are wondrous!
4. Do you feel you have different types of orgasms?
Yes i do - i have finally realised that i am able to have different orgasms - and hard to believe, it's only something that i've discovered in the last few years.
5. Do you have a position or a technique that always guarantees an orgasm?
Aside from a Hitachi wand??! That's a sure-fire way to guarantee one. As for positions, it seems to be when i'm being taken from behind, or bending over a table, and being restrained and gagged in some way - that whole combination works for me.
6. Is having your clit directly stimulated pleasurable for you? What about after an orgasm?
Yes, it's very pleasurable! It does vary from time to time. Sometimes it's ready for more after a short while and other times it will just be annoying.
7. Do you masturbate/pleasure yourself?
Uhmmm..... what do you think??! i actually do believe that everyone does (even if they deny it).
8. Has your self pleasuring repertoire/routine/technique changed or evolved over time?
Not a great amount, i have to admit! An old faithful technique seems to be a favourite for me, but i have always enjoyed new ways of doing things. So it's a mix really.
9. Are sex toys part of your self pleasuring or with a partner? Or both?
Both - toys form part of my self pleasuring, as well as when SG uses them on me, as He loves to force me to orgasm. i don't have much of a say in the matter at times. i've used a vibe on Him too and that was good fun!
10. If you enjoy using sex toys, how often do you upgrade your equipment?
Not much since getting the Hitachi! It has been an amazing toy and the others do get overshadowed by it, because it is just so amazing. But i am always happy to experiment with more toys! i have my eye on a Lelo...
11. Whats the most intense orgasm you have ever had?
i think that's way too personal to share!
12. How often do you orgasm? Daily, more than once a day, weekly, monthly….???
When SG allows me... so that could be several times a day when i am with Him. Through the week, it might be just the once or twice. It varies, but i have to ask for permission first if i want to play.
13. Do you regard orgasm to be a stress reliever?
For sure! It certainly helps me get off to sleep too.
14. What happens to you after orgasm? Full of energy, a bit lala or ready to go to sleep?
As above - usually makes me feel very relaxed and sleepy... zzzzz.
15. Have you ever squirted?
No, i don't think i ever have. It's something that intrigues me and i've read about women that can.
16. Do you fantasize when you masturbate? Or do you just get right down to it?
Sometimes, or SG will describe a scene for me to imagine in my head. Then there are other times, when we just get right down and dirty!
17. What do you like about having an orgasm? Is it important you have an orgasm every time?
It's just the most incredible feeling that when it's good, it erupts through my body and makes me feel so alive. When it's like that, it makes me crave an orgasm every time - i know i am greedy and then i expect even more!
A Dream Fantasy: Do spanking orgy's happen at spanking parties?
Hey there,
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of me these last few days. It has been really hard, and your words of encouragement have meant more to me than I can adequately express. I lost my boyfriend, my Daddy, and my best friend, and so I’m mourning for quite a bit. Despite the fact that I know that this is probably for the best, and that in the end, he wasn’t good for me, it still hurts.
I’ve been actually doing a lot better the last few days than I expected I would, in large part because of all my friends who have been so supportive. I think also, I’m repressing a bit, pretending like this isn’t really all happening. But I think that’s only healthy. To really think about what is truly going on is to be assaulted by an avalanche, that I just can’t handle.
But none of that is why I’m posting right now. Why I’m posting is because I’m doing well enough that I can, and because I have something to write that has absolutely nothing to do with him! This is supposed to be my space. My place to express myself, and make friends, and I shouldn’t let him ruin that. Of course, this new found strength will come and go, but for the moment I would like to share with you the most amazing dream that I had last night. Well, it started as a dream, then as I woke up and started playing with myself (I ended up taking a cab to work ;)) it became a fantasy, but it’s just too yummy not to share. (btw, I was able to cum, but not as hard as I normally do, and should have, given the story, but I suppose that’s to be expected. I almost felt guilty while playing since I wasn’t thinking about him.)
I was being spanked by a beautiful woman, over her knee, completely naked. She was very strong and professional looking, and we were in an austere room. Being completely naked definitely made me feel exposed, since I was so out of place, but I didn’t really notice my surroundings much at first.
The woman then stopped spanking, paused, and then spread my cheeks wide apart using both of her hands.“Tsk Tsk” she murmured, “spread your legs for me,” she commanded, tapping the insides of my thighs. I obeyed, and she spread my cheeks farther, from the base of the bottom, so my pussy was spread apart as well as my bottom hole being exposed. I could feel the cool air blowing against my wet, exposed lips.
She then looked very closely at my insides and said, “hm…Mr. Jonathon, can you come here for a second please?”
And that’s when I realized we weren’t alone. Mr. Jonathon was there, as well as several others, both men and women, but none of them had really been paying attention. They had been going about as if it was nothing for this woman to be spanking a young, naked girl over her knee.
Mr. Jonathon came over and said, “yes Ms. Angel?”
“Does this look normal to you?” She replied, gesturing towards my swollen kitty which was still fully on display from her spreading. Mr. Jonathon had come over on that side, and I was mortified, knowing he could see everything, as I was bent and tipped over oh so far.
Mr. Jonathon then looked and hmmed, and knelt down. To my complete embarrassment, he then touched and rubbed my wetness with his finger and then appeared to analyze it as though he were conducting a science experiment.
“Well Ms. Angel,” he replied, “It is not uncommon, but it is clear that this patient has been extra naughty.”
“Of course sir. I will take care of it.,” she said as she to slid her finger inside of me, examining my pussy. She then proceeded to give me a very firm spanking for the next 5 or 10 minutes. Mr. Jonathon stayed and watched this time, much to my embarrassment. Every time I kicked or squirmed at all and my legs spread he could see all of my charms.
Ms. Angel then paused again, and once again spread my red hot bottom cheeks wide, only for both of them to discover that I was even wetter!
They then called over a handful of other people, both men and women, to come and take a look, each taking a turn examining and probing me. As they continued to explore and invade, I got wetter and wetter. Someone then mentioned that perhaps they should try beads. So as Ms. Angel held my cheeks, one person had their fingers inside my pussy, and Mr. Jonathon inserted the beads in my bottom.
I moaned and mewed, almost crying from embarrassment and arousal. And then, after they each did another exam, she began spanking again on the fullest part of my bottom, and I came, hard over her lap while everyone watched.
They were all shocked and tsk-ed to themselves. One of them came over and removed the beads. Ms. Angel then flipped me over so I was sitting in her lap as another beautiful woman (who’s beauty made my nipples hard and made me very aware of my nudity) pulled up a chair and sat down hip to hip with Ms. Angel and the two of them stretched me out on my back, over their two laps.
I was so humiliated. They could all see my chest and face and then Ms. Angel and the other girl lifted up my legs so that I was in diaper position. They also opened my legs wide, and I could feel the air on my pussy. I tried to hide my face and breasts with my arms, but one of them grabbed them, holding my hands firmly above my head so I was completely exposed.
Mr. Jonathon then came back over, looking analytically, and gently probed and fingered my dripping pussy. He then declared to the others (not to me, no one ever addressed me) that my pussy needed to be spanked, and he proceeded to do just that. As he did Ms. Angel (who’s stunning face I was now forced to watch) played with my breasts and lightly tickle tortured me as well.
I then came, hard, squirting all over Mr. Jonathon’s hand. The other woman shook her head and tsked again, wiping me up with a towel, as though I were a child, and incapable of doing it myself.
As I was recovering, Mr. Jonathon whispered something in a man’s ear. The man then returned with a butt plug and a small dildo type object. The plug was placed in my bottom, and the dildo inserted into my kitty. I was then dressed in panties that were far too tight, in order to keep them both in place, Mr. Jonathon informed Ms. Angel. He told her that I was to wear them for the rest of the day........
Then I woke up. :(
I know desperately want to be in a room full of spankos. I think when I finally get to go to a spanking party, my room, is going to be a spanking orgy room. Can we say, yes please?
Xoxo
Kelly
IT'S A HEIGHT THING
This may sound crazy, but I am positively GIDDY over my height and Steven's height and how we seem to just FIT TOGETHER LIKE I NEVER KNEW POSSIBLE.
I know there are tons of girls out there that want their men taller than them. Okay, fine. I have NEVER cared, and have been with men that are a wide range of heights. My husband is 7 inches taller than me, and it has never bugged me. Until now.
Steven and I are basically the same height. And I think that it is the MOST AMAZING THING. Ever. And I am finding more and more reasons to love it as our relationship grows.
The first time I hugged him, it felt so right. And when I shocked the hell out of him by kissing him within minutes of our first meeting, it wasn't even an option in my mind to NOT kiss him. HIS LIPS WERE RIGHT THERE. And his lips are crazy hot (look at yesterday's HNT post...you will surely agree).
The first time we were in a bed together, I remember thinking that I liked that our feet touched. And then when I went home to my husband, it bugged me that my feet touched his legs when I was laying next to him. I liked the foot to foot feeling so much better.
As our sex life has grown to include different places, I am really digging the height thing! When I had my hands up against the glass in a hotel room overlooking the river (http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/foggy-hand-prints-windows-and-lubeoh-my.html), it worked because of our heights. We have figured out the perfect bed height for us is one that hits right at my hip bones, I can bend over it and it makes for some great sex. The hood of my MOMMY MINIVAN is a great height also, a little bend and sticking my ass out puts Steven at an angle that feels fucking fantastic.
It took us a few months to "get" why it was so great. And then Steven pointed out that we are the perfect heights for each other. Now, I know plenty of people that are having hot sex and they are different heights than their partner, but STILL. For us this is just super fun and super hot!
The other night Steven and I met up for a few hours. We had a few drinks, and then decided to go to OUR BEACH (he calls it MISSY BEACH). The sun had set, and we drove to this dead end road where we can access this beach. The end of the dead end road has a perpetual mud puddle that varies in size depending on the amount of rain that has fallen lately. We dubbed this LAKE __________ (Steve's last name). We have sat and talked in the car by our lake, danced by our lake, goofed off by our lake, and this is where he bent me over my minivan recently.
The great thing about an extramarital relationship is that you have to GET CREATIVE. Yes, there are days that I just wish that we could be NORMAL, like a NORMAL couple, and have a house, and be able to just be together without having to think through the logistics (I can't complain though because Steven is the master of logistics). However, it is pretty hot that we have to think outside of the box, get creative, and because of that, it ups the excitement of our relationship tremendously. I have a feeling that no matter what though, we would always be daring and exciting. We are just those kind of people...we will probably be senior citizens and having crazy sex at porn stores and outdoors.
So, we go to our beach. I was a little freaked out after Steven mentioned watching out for "bad guys" and he got a kick out of making me scream by pointing out "scary" stuff that wasn't even really scary, it was just dark and everything gets spookier in the dark!
We got down to the water, where we could see part of the city, boats, trains, etc. Steven took off his shoes and put his feet in the water, and then took a giant stick and wrote I LOVE MISSY in the sand. He did this once before at a lake that we sometimes go to, and when he did it I told him that he was the first person to ever write that they loved me in the sand. He seemed shocked, but it was the honest truth. I rolled up my jeans, took my flip flops off, and put my toes in the cold water. We held on to each other, and began passionately kissing. Steven's fingers made their way underneath my pink cherry boy short panties, where he began touching me with such precision that my legs felt weak. We made our way over to a log, where I insisted on having his cock in my mouth RIGHT NOW.
I sucked and touched and looked up at Steve. I had him straddle the log, where I continued to enjoy every inch of him in my mouth (I swear it does as much for me as it does for him...such a turn on!). He reached in my shirt and found my nipples, and if FELT SO GOOD. I stopped sucking long enough to remove my shirt and bra, and let the cool night air and his hands caress my skin. He placed his hard cock between my breasts, and thrust between them while I squeezed them together. Then back in my mouth he went! When we both were so worked up that we could hardly stand it, he had me drop my jeans and panties, and bend over.
I placed my hands on the log, well aware that anyone in a passing boat or train would get a full on view of my ass and naked upper body. Within seconds I was *trying* to grab on to something, anything as I came...I have this habit of almost flailing my hands and arms, unsure of what to do with them, unaware of my upper body and I JUST WANT TO GRAB SOMETHING. Unfortunately, this large log wasn't especially GRABBABLE, so I think I smacked it or something. HE FELT SO GOOD!!
I came a second time (maybe a 3rd?) and could feel Steven getting close. His already huge cock felt almost TOO big as it throbbed inside of me. He informed me that he was going to cum in me (last chance to say NO! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH!) and I nodded, and so he did. He held me (still bent over the log) and we both reveled in our BRAVENESS and the excitement of "OUR BEACH" and how we could seriously bring blankets and get lost in each other and the beauty of being outside.
When he pulled out of me I had that UH-OH MOMENT of knowing that if I didn't do something FAST that his tastiness would be running down my leg momentarily. I laughed and sat my bare ass down on the log...and grabbed a tank top that I had been wearing under my shirt and that worked just fine (note to self...think about this before more beach sex...or INSIST on swallowing...oohhhh it makes me want some NOW just thinking about it...).
We sat and kissed and talked and slowly got dressed and made our way back to the car, still marveling about how HOT THAT WAS and how we HAD TO DO THAT AGAIN, and SOON.
After we parted ways, Steven sent me a text message that said "A BLANKET, OUR BEACH, AND FOOD...OH, THE POSSIBILITIES..."
Yes baby, the possibilities are SO there. Yes, it's a STEVE THING. Yes, it's a MISSY THING. And most of all, it is an US THING. However....it is so totally a HEIGHT THING too!