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Friday, July 31, 2009
CHRONICALLY HORNY?
Steven made the statement this week that conflict makes me horny.
Now, whether or not that is true is a matter of opinion. I am sure that his logic was that despite several conflicts between us this past week, I can't seem to get enough sex.
Last Saturday we had a crazy evening with great sex.
Sunday I went by his office for a nice desk fuck when he got off work.
Monday I masturbated thinking about him.
Tuesday we had a snarky conversation on the phone, and then I got off the phone and masturbated. And then proceeded to tell him about it.
Wednesday I met him at a hotel room...I was under the covers in thigh highs, garters, and a corset type top when he arrived. Yeah...that stayed on all of 2.58 seconds. I don't think that Steven quite understood that it takes TIME to put all of that stuff on. There should be a law that if it takes 17 minutes to put it on, you have to leave it on at least 17 minutes. Ohhhhh the torture that would bring....after a round of hot, intense sex, we went to dinner and came back. We had a wonderful couple of hours cuddling, laying together, and of course an amazing hour of sex...we simply could not get enough of each other. I had some seriously intense orgasms, and by the end I had cum so many times that the last one was a struggle...one that I wouldn't give up on though. It is NEVER too much.
Thursday I was home alone, mentally recapping the week's sexcapades, and naturally that aroused me, and being one to take full advantage of the empty house, well....yeah, I let some fingers wander into my warm wetness, and fingered myself. While NOTHING replaces a hard cock, sometimes the slow softness of my own fingers produces such a different orgasm that it is nice. Sometimes the hard aggressiveness of my hand produces an even different orgasm. It's nice to play around with this now and then.
So...here we are. Friday. One would think that I would feel immensely satisfied sexually. This afternoon I was organizing my bedroom and I found a washcloth that Steven had sprayed his cologne on for me. I held it to my face and breathed it in. Electric feelings surged to my pussy and all of a sudden I could feel my pulse in my clit. I looked at the clock. The kids were playing downstairs. I had to leave in 5 minutes for a hair appointment. I locked my bedroom door, laid on the bed, and touched myself while smelling Steve's cologne. No joke, it was a 2 minute deal. Crazy how the smell of him did that to me, and crazy that I am chronically horny for some reason.
Here is what I am going to do now. I am going to book a hotel room for tomorrow night. My darling Steven has arranged a night away. And I was going to be out anyway, which is perfect, because since I live in the boonies, it isn't unreasonable to crash at a friend's house after drinking...nor is it unreasonable to use this as a reason to not come home. And then I am going to wait. Stay busy. Try to avoid clock watching. And I am going to warn Steven that despite a week of great sex and masturbation, that I am needing more. More of HIM.
Thankfully, he matches my sex drive. Thankfully he is always willing, eager, and horny himself. I have never, ever, ever, ever been with a guy that can go and go and go again, and last and last and last some more. And now I have a guy like this and it ROCKS. Better still, he always finds it hot when I tell him about pleasuring myself. I love this too.
Here is my alarming thought of the week. I have read up on when a woman hits her sexual peak. And everything that I have read states 30-40, but mid thirties was pretty common.
What if that is true? What if this gets WORSE? I am 30. What if at 35 I am a raging crazy nympho that knocks down Steven and RAPES him? I guess you can't rape the willing, but still...the thought ALARMS ME that I could want even more sexual gratification.
And then I remember. I have been deprived. I have had years of not enough sex. Years of not good enough sex. And now I have it. I have a wonderful sex life with a wonderful man. So OF COURSE I want it more! He shows me new things, takes me to new levels of enjoyment. I miss him when we are apart, so I think about him, and about us, and that is arousing. NO WONDER I AM CHRONICALLY HORNY.
Back to the thought that conflict causes me to be horny. You know, as much as I hate to admit it, there is a smidgen of truth to that. Steven stands up to me. Fights back. Puts me in my place. Fights a good fight. Fair? Not always, but neither am I. So yes, this may turn me on a bit. I am married to MR. MELLOW-SMILE-AND-NOD-AVOID-CONFLICT-HIDE-FEELINGS. And it gets old. Fast. So when Steven and I disagree, or pick at each other for whatever reason, it may just make me want to fuck him that much more.
If we were under the same roof right now, we quite possibly could become the most unproductive couple EVER. Who needs to do housework when you can have sex? Isn't having sex a legitimate reason to miss work? Can kids go to bed at 4 pm? Would my friends understand if I had to cancel plans with them to have sex? Would I use safeway.com for groceries so that the time I would use actually going to the store could be used for sex? I am sure I could shop for clothes online while being fucked from behind...and Steven could enjoy a blow job while making work calls, right?
I could go on and on. While writing this, something has occurred to me though. MY BODY IS GREAT. I have battled my own body my entire adult life. I have battled weight. Health issues. Defects. More stupid issues than anyone my age should have dealt with. AND THIS SAME BODY IS GIVING ME IMMENSE PLEASURE EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND. How can I be mad at that? The same body that threw a surprise surgery my way 4 months ago today is making me smile. I LOVE IT. I love how much I enjoy sex, and the way my body and Steven's bodies are together.
And that silly question that I ALWAYS ASK Steven during sex..."Why does it feel so good?"...will ALWAYS have the same answer.
Because it's us.
Now, whether or not that is true is a matter of opinion. I am sure that his logic was that despite several conflicts between us this past week, I can't seem to get enough sex.
Last Saturday we had a crazy evening with great sex.
Sunday I went by his office for a nice desk fuck when he got off work.
Monday I masturbated thinking about him.
Tuesday we had a snarky conversation on the phone, and then I got off the phone and masturbated. And then proceeded to tell him about it.
Wednesday I met him at a hotel room...I was under the covers in thigh highs, garters, and a corset type top when he arrived. Yeah...that stayed on all of 2.58 seconds. I don't think that Steven quite understood that it takes TIME to put all of that stuff on. There should be a law that if it takes 17 minutes to put it on, you have to leave it on at least 17 minutes. Ohhhhh the torture that would bring....after a round of hot, intense sex, we went to dinner and came back. We had a wonderful couple of hours cuddling, laying together, and of course an amazing hour of sex...we simply could not get enough of each other. I had some seriously intense orgasms, and by the end I had cum so many times that the last one was a struggle...one that I wouldn't give up on though. It is NEVER too much.
Thursday I was home alone, mentally recapping the week's sexcapades, and naturally that aroused me, and being one to take full advantage of the empty house, well....yeah, I let some fingers wander into my warm wetness, and fingered myself. While NOTHING replaces a hard cock, sometimes the slow softness of my own fingers produces such a different orgasm that it is nice. Sometimes the hard aggressiveness of my hand produces an even different orgasm. It's nice to play around with this now and then.
So...here we are. Friday. One would think that I would feel immensely satisfied sexually. This afternoon I was organizing my bedroom and I found a washcloth that Steven had sprayed his cologne on for me. I held it to my face and breathed it in. Electric feelings surged to my pussy and all of a sudden I could feel my pulse in my clit. I looked at the clock. The kids were playing downstairs. I had to leave in 5 minutes for a hair appointment. I locked my bedroom door, laid on the bed, and touched myself while smelling Steve's cologne. No joke, it was a 2 minute deal. Crazy how the smell of him did that to me, and crazy that I am chronically horny for some reason.
Here is what I am going to do now. I am going to book a hotel room for tomorrow night. My darling Steven has arranged a night away. And I was going to be out anyway, which is perfect, because since I live in the boonies, it isn't unreasonable to crash at a friend's house after drinking...nor is it unreasonable to use this as a reason to not come home. And then I am going to wait. Stay busy. Try to avoid clock watching. And I am going to warn Steven that despite a week of great sex and masturbation, that I am needing more. More of HIM.
Thankfully, he matches my sex drive. Thankfully he is always willing, eager, and horny himself. I have never, ever, ever, ever been with a guy that can go and go and go again, and last and last and last some more. And now I have a guy like this and it ROCKS. Better still, he always finds it hot when I tell him about pleasuring myself. I love this too.
Here is my alarming thought of the week. I have read up on when a woman hits her sexual peak. And everything that I have read states 30-40, but mid thirties was pretty common.
What if that is true? What if this gets WORSE? I am 30. What if at 35 I am a raging crazy nympho that knocks down Steven and RAPES him? I guess you can't rape the willing, but still...the thought ALARMS ME that I could want even more sexual gratification.
And then I remember. I have been deprived. I have had years of not enough sex. Years of not good enough sex. And now I have it. I have a wonderful sex life with a wonderful man. So OF COURSE I want it more! He shows me new things, takes me to new levels of enjoyment. I miss him when we are apart, so I think about him, and about us, and that is arousing. NO WONDER I AM CHRONICALLY HORNY.
Back to the thought that conflict causes me to be horny. You know, as much as I hate to admit it, there is a smidgen of truth to that. Steven stands up to me. Fights back. Puts me in my place. Fights a good fight. Fair? Not always, but neither am I. So yes, this may turn me on a bit. I am married to MR. MELLOW-SMILE-AND-NOD-AVOID-CONFLICT-HIDE-FEELINGS. And it gets old. Fast. So when Steven and I disagree, or pick at each other for whatever reason, it may just make me want to fuck him that much more.
If we were under the same roof right now, we quite possibly could become the most unproductive couple EVER. Who needs to do housework when you can have sex? Isn't having sex a legitimate reason to miss work? Can kids go to bed at 4 pm? Would my friends understand if I had to cancel plans with them to have sex? Would I use safeway.com for groceries so that the time I would use actually going to the store could be used for sex? I am sure I could shop for clothes online while being fucked from behind...and Steven could enjoy a blow job while making work calls, right?
I could go on and on. While writing this, something has occurred to me though. MY BODY IS GREAT. I have battled my own body my entire adult life. I have battled weight. Health issues. Defects. More stupid issues than anyone my age should have dealt with. AND THIS SAME BODY IS GIVING ME IMMENSE PLEASURE EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND. How can I be mad at that? The same body that threw a surprise surgery my way 4 months ago today is making me smile. I LOVE IT. I love how much I enjoy sex, and the way my body and Steven's bodies are together.
And that silly question that I ALWAYS ASK Steven during sex..."Why does it feel so good?"...will ALWAYS have the same answer.
Because it's us.
I’m losing focus
Lately it seems I’m distracted and not focused. There only one way I know of to stay on the right track and that is to be put over the knee and given a very hard bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush.
The Bar, Part 2
Looking into his eyes she couldn't resist grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. Her legs barely moving her through the crowd, sensing her inability to walk he placed his hand on her lower back to guide her. The cool air was a welcome feeling as the door swung open. The noise of the bar quieting as they rounded the corner. She leaned back against the wall as he moved in front of her
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Fill In Friday!
1. It's time for peanut butter jelly time! *breaks into dance*.2. The internet; it's not a bad place for recipes, new friends and great reading;).3. I must be way too tired to be answering these!4. My mother's chocolate cake is the best thing I have ever known.5. My motto is simply no worries, no stress!6. The last time I laughed really loudly was yesterday (don't ask, weird moment).7. And
H.N.T. - ONCE UPON A TIME
Once upon a time there was a girl named Missy that met a man named Steve in the most random, surprising way. Within minutes she knew he was special. Within hours she knew she had made a new friend. Within days she couldn't wait to see where this relationship would go. Within weeks there was no doubt that she loved him. Within a month she knew that she had met her soul mate. JUST WHAT SHE WAS LOOKING FOR. And six months later, cuddling into his neck and breathing him in is still as amazing as the first day they met.
Ropes and Air
Standing in the middle of the room she was naked, her body stripped of all clothing the minute she walked in. She placed her hands behind her back and felt the rope begin to wind up her arms and around her chest. Her breathing became labored as the rope tightened around her waist. Her hair flowed over her eyes as she felt herself being lead to the bench. Leaning over pulled on the rope harder
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Twisted Delivers..
Poll or not, he put up both songs. Good thing too cause none of you wanted to see Alter Ego as much as I did. *laughs* Next time I'm going to start bribing you all.The songs!
HNT - Animalistic
It's those pants again (well they are one of my favourites).
No arty shot this time... but taken in cheetah mode:
And THANK YOU for getting me through the magical 100,000 (and then some) views. No-one came forward to claim it (did i mention there was a prize?), but i'm very happy you're all still reading me, and with 54 followers too - i feel a loved pup.
No arty shot this time... but taken in cheetah mode:
And THANK YOU for getting me through the magical 100,000 (and then some) views. No-one came forward to claim it (did i mention there was a prize?), but i'm very happy you're all still reading me, and with 54 followers too - i feel a loved pup.
Lost
When you hug me I get lost in your scent.When you lean in to kiss my lips, I am lost in your taste.When I feel your arms around my body, I get lost in you.Sometimes getting lost is the best feeling in the world.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Life of a Secret Keeper
I am a liar. Every single day I tell an untruth, to someone, somewhere. I hide things, I deceive, I mask the real story. I’ve been doing it all my life, and I must say, I’ve gotten quite good at it. I’m not sure if that’s something I should be proud of or not, but it is a fact. I am an excellent liar.
Every day on here, I lie about my name. I’m vague on the details of where I live, and I won’t pin down what school I go to. Hell, I won’t even show you my face.
Every day in life, I lie about my relationships. I tell people I met my ex in a Chinese restaurant, and that the reason I can’t sit is because I fell down the stairs. I tell my parents I went to Boston to see my friends from school- not a total lie, just a fib, I tell myself. But honestly, I think very little of it. The stories I create flow right off the tongue. I weave webs of deceit so thick, sometimes I can’t find my way out of them.
And yet, I am known amongst my family, friends, and even enemies as a very open and honest person. It’s something I even pride myself on. I tell it like it is. I don’t mince words, and I rarely if ever, censor myself. I’m the “Queen of the Over-share,” as one friend put it. People believe my lies because I say so much.
Sometimes I wonder if these aspects of my life are related, and now, as I write about it, its undeniably clear that they are. I’m extra open and extra honest to make up for the chunks of my life I can’t share. I don’t hide my emotions, and I am not a guarded person. I’m quick to love and feel. I’m emotional and rash, and I live my life as openly as possible. You want to know something? Just ask, and I will tell you far more than you ever wanted to hear. It’s a quality that gets me into trouble sometimes, and often gets me hurt, but it’s one of the things people really respect about me I think.
And the same is true on here. I want to be more open, and it is always back and forth because of that. But at the same time, I share far more of the spanking aspect of my life than I ever thought I would have. All of my hidden desires, ones more obscene than spanking even, bare for the world to read. Photos of me, naked and exposed, all laid out. And why? Just because I love attention? That doesn’t seem to cover enough for me. I think part of it is that I hate having this part of my life so hidden. I hate having to lie to my best friends. I hate not being able to truly be myself anywhere. My life needed another side. A ying to my vanilla yang. I still have to lie and to hide and conceal, but at least its different this time.
Talking to fellow spankos has changed my life. Of that I am sure. The relationships spankos are able to form are so intense, that it can almost be overwhelming sometimes. I’m an intense person to begin with as well, so as you may imagine- that is not always a good thing. With spankos the intensity is even more pronounced because there are no walls, no secrets. If someone not only knows my deepest darkest secret, but shares it, what else is there to hide? I feel this rush, this need to bare my soul, as though I’ve been alone all my life.
This passion in my spanking life also causes problems in my vanilla life. I’ve become so involved in the spanking world because suddenly there are people who I can share that half of my life with, that I have on occasions neglect the vanilla world, and I’ve missed out on part of the best time of my life. No matter how much I love my friends at school, now that I’ve gotten involved in the scene, if they don’t know about this part of my life, my relationship with them can never been as real as with those who know the whole truth. But that doesn’t mean I don’t need the vanilla world any less than I need the spanking world.
I have 3 vanilla friends who know about my life as a spanko. Both of my previous roommates (one lives in India, the other in France) and my best friend, Francesca. I didn’t even tell her until I started seeing Edward (my first spanker) last summer, and I only told her then to explain why I was dating someone 25 years older than me. She understands, on a fairly deep level, and for that I can never truly express my gratitude. She and I are closer than ever, as she is the only person on this planet with whom I share my entire existence. All of my spanking friends have separate vanilla lives from me. But the drive to bridge those gaps is always so strong. The pull to tell you all everything is overwhelming. Sometimes I even wish everyone just knew about this side of me, just so I could stop lying. It really is exhausting.
I find that I frequently drive away spanko men with my intensity and openness. I don’t play games, and I don’t hide my feelings. I don’t see the point. I know that kind of honesty so quickly in a relationship is not a good thing, and not how relationships should be formed. Of course they shouldn’t be formed on lies, but diving head first into a pool without checking to see the depth of the water is not smart either.
But I can’t help myself. I want to be free from my lies. I want to be free from my secrets. So other than spanking to vanillas, and my specific identity to spankos, I have no secrets. I just can’t keep them.
I am a liar, a secret keeper, and I am dying to be free. But freedom would come with a price. One that I’m not willing to pay. So I will continue to live and continue to lie, just as I have for the last 20 years, and I will pray that one day I will learn to tell the truth.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Success in Circuit lies
To bright for our infirm delight
The truth’s superb surprise
As lightening to the children eased
With explanation kind
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
-Emily Dickenson
xoxo
Princess Kelley
I've gotta a feeling
You know that feeling you get when you just aren't sure what is coming?Yeah, I got that.The only word to describe it is odd.Odd: differing markedly from the usual or ordinary or accepted
Caught Red-Bottomed Part 2
Ok, where was I.... oh yes, the internet....
Now this is where it gets interesting. As you can tell by the title of the post, this isn't just about my background (as fascinating as I'm sure that might be to some, lol). A question that I get asked frequently, usually after, was I spanked growing up, and how long have I known that I was into spanking is was I ever caught, and the short answer is yes. The long answer....well... that requires some explaining.
My family got the internet when I was around 8 or 9, and I don't remember what my first search was sadly, but I do remember that the search engine was Altavista. :) I used to search for everything and anything. Stories, pictures, games, videos. I know I've talked about what sites I used to go to in a previous post, so I won't dwell on that too long. So lets jump ahead to the first time I got caught.
The confusing part of all of this for me is that we moved when I was 10 (same town, different house) and since i'm 20, I kinda divide my life into 1st house and 2nd house. And the internet and this beginning all happened right around then. But I do remember having a couple discussions with my parents about some "strange sites" in the history at the first house. Back then I didn't at first know to clear the history, but thankfully, my parents didn't know much about computers either, and I was quickly able to claim that any and all pornographic related material came from spam email that I accidentally clicked on. Easy fix.
Second time around. Second house, I suppose I was 10. And my father comes in the game room while I'm in there on the computer. My mom had her own computer in her office downstairs and my technologically inept father, my brother and I shared the upstairs one. This would have been fine- we all had our own internet login accounts- except that my father one time logged into my name accidentally. So there I am, sitting playing some shockwave game (the only other thing I did on the computer other than homework and porn) and he comes in and sits down and asks me to click on my address bar. I think my heart stopped beating. But I was a quick and good liar (something I still am today- I don't know if that's something I should be proud of or not). I acted horrified at the "spankhard.com" and other links that appeared and when he asked how they appeared I said that I had no idea- must be more email spam! I would investigate how they got there. "Well I don't want you investigating! I dont' want you looking at them," he responded, lol. He was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable. It was never mentioned again.
A couple years passed. I got better and better at hiding my tracks. My reflex to the X button was lightening fast. But I didn't dare look at anything when my parents were home! I waited until my family went out to one of my brother's sports tournaments, or when everyone happened to be gone. I could hear the key in the door and would close the half dozen windows I had open. I looked at EVERYTHING back then- my tastes have become much more specialized as I've gotten older. But one time, when I was 12 (7th grade) I missed a window.
I closed out of everything and rushed across the hall to my room the second I saw their car pull up. I wasn't worried. By now I'd figured out how to set my internet to not record history, and I never typed anything directly to an address bar (that's a habit I still keep with me today). But later that evening my mother came in looking very grim and asked to talk to me. She was holding a print out. I was TERRIFIED. And I will still to this day thank the lord for the story that I happened to be reading that day. It was from Laura's Corner, and I didn't even like it particularly, lol, though i Love that site. It was a very explicit school girl story that had a hairbrushing scene in it, but also a very graphic lesbian love scene (which I did not actually read, lol). But that's what she had printed out.
My mother and I have never had a good relationship, but around that age was the worst. I developed very young (got boobs at 9) and I've literally looked the exact same (save for weight fluctuations) since I was 12. But so my mom and I fighting and yelling was not new. And to be honest, I still resent her for the way she went about this. But she started kinda making these acustations and proding in embarassing ways. I of course, the second she mentioned the "explicit girl stuff" I latched on. I just wanted it to be anything other than spanking. I didn't care what. So I was already starting to have a panic attack (a real issue for me) and then started yelling and crying about how "YOU THINK I"M A LESBIAN?! HOW COULD YOU!!?!? I"M NOT!!!" and anything to keep the conversation on that aspect. (Ironic since I am bi-sexual)
I don't know what happend from there, I just remember exactly how that panic felt. And that the entire situation ended with me being grounded from the computer for 2 weeks. The one and only time in my life that I was ever grounded after the age of like 8. In my house it was more about the arguing and the debate. Who could make their point and defend their argument the best. If you couldn't prove that I did something, you couldn't punish me for it. So the best way to go about things was to deny deny deny.
So I was grounded. It sucked. But that was the end of it. I became even more careful, and if I was caught again, there was no mention of it.
Until I was 17.....
xoxo
Princess Kelley
TMI Tuesday!
1. The three words that best describe you are sarcastic, flirty, and responsible.2. The three words that best describe your life are busy, full filling, and fun.3. Your three guilty pleasures are chocolate, music, and sex.4. The three places you would like to visit before you die are Italy, France, and Ireland.5. The three things you would like to do before you die are travel more, learn how to
Monday, July 27, 2009
LOOK ALL YOU WANT HONEY, BUT HE IS MINE
So...nothing heals hurt feelings like great sex, right?
Like I said in my previous post, we met up Saturday night. Yes, we had our "white trash parking lot scene" in front of the Swinger's Club...this was the result of me being pouty and Steven being a brat (okay, I was being a brat too). And in the heat of our retarded dispute, I looked up at him (I was sitting on the curb) and LAUGHED. Uncontrollably LAUGHED. And Steve laughed. And we COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING! He grabbed my hand, we got in my van, and went to get more drinks, still laughing at HOW STUPID AND STUBBORN we both are. SERIOUSLY. We truly deserve each other.
Prior to this stupid fight, we had gone to dinner and arrived at the Swinger's Club. Going there allows us to have a sexual atmosphere, a private room, watch people doing all kinds of things, snacks, and just be together for $40.00. Hell of a deal versus a hotel room. We went in, wandered around a bit, and went to a private room a lot sooner than we normally would. WE NEEDED EACH OTHER. We needed to reaffirm our commitment to each other in a sexual way. Nothing heals the wounds of a fight like a good fuck.
We both needed it. Bad. I wanted it ALL...sometimes my body frustrates me because I can't figure out what I need. I told him to lick me, I had the URGENT FEELING that I needed to feel his warm mouth on my pussy. It was really odd for me to feel this so desperately. The great thing about us is that there is no hesitation. We both have no qualms in asking for something. We want to meet each other's needs, we want to make each sexual encounter exactly what the other person needed it to be.
We tossed and turned and switched around quite a bit, just not able to get enough of each other. We kissed and touched and grabbed and tasted and held and fucked and thoroughly enjoyed the way our bodies make us feel when they are together.
Sweaty, thirsty, and satisfied, we left (insert parking lot scene). After getting another round of drinks, we went back to the Swinger's Club. There was more action going on...sex in hot tubs, LOTS of naked people. At one point I was thoroughly enjoying watching a guy performing oral sex on a woman in front of everyone. I whispered to Steven that I wanted to touch her boobs, he said GO FOR IT, but I was too chicken. Maybe another time...
I wanted to give Steven a blow job right in front of people, but he wasn't feeling it...he later said that he wished he would have said yes. We met a few people, there was a lady that was there with her husband that was seriously checking Steven out. I like this...but my arrogant snotty side wants a t-shirt that says something like LOOK ALL YOU WANT HONEY, BUT HE IS MINE. Can you tell that we are not "lifestyle" people? I mean, we have our freaky sides, we have TALKED about dabbling in a few different scenarios, but neither one of us has any interest in SWAPPING. I can't with certainty say that we never will...I mean, in 6 months with Steven I have done things that I would have NEVER IMAGINED. So, never say never. He likes the idea of another woman with me, this is something that I would be open to. Basically, we are on a case by case, day by day, conversation by conversation basis. The appeal with joining a Swinger's Club for us was the environment, we both have voyeuristic tendencies, we both have exhibitionist tendencies (even TYPING THIS is hard for me because I still have not fully wrapped my mind around the fact that I really have enjoyed being watched). It also gave us a place to go where we could be alone, have sex, and be together. I have also recently expressed a desire to really watch another couple, and this is something that we are exploring. I want to watch another couple, start to finish, have sex. REALLY WATCH. It would be nice if they were both somewhat appealing to me, but that isn't super important. I just think it would be REALLY HOT.
So...we basically spent the rest of the evening getting really aroused, and at this point it was crazy late, we had both been drinking, and we decided to get a hotel room. HUGE ISSUE...there was some event going on and everything was booked! It was 3 am and we are WANDERING trying to find a stupid hotel room! Crazy. We finally did (shout out to the Clarion for being reasonable, high quality, and a great deal).
We showered, and got into bed damp, naked, sleepy, and horny. Great combo! And thus began a contortionist event that rivals the best directed porn out there. I was really in the mood to have my hand working my clit, which isn't my norm. I just had the urge! I kept apologizing to Steven, and he kept telling me to knock it off. I just feel bad when I do that, like he isn't enough. I have no problem having an orgasm (or several) from penetration alone. I don't need the clitoral stimulation to get off. When I am masturbating, this is the fastest, easiest way for me to take care of business. With a partner though, I rarely do this, it isn't necessary. That night though I just wanted that little extra something that playing with myself adds to sex.
We were going at it in every way possible, and at one point Steven had his fingers in me while I touched myself. I wanted more fingers! Please! It wasn't working with me being on all fours, in this position a couple of fingers felt like too much. I laid on my back, and with the help of some lube, Steven had four fingers working on me while I rubbed my clit. I had my left hand playing with his ass that was up in the air, and he had his left hand stroking his cock. He was backing into my lubed finger and I have to say this was incredibly hot. In this crazy combination of pleasuring ourselves and each other simultaneously, in the most awkward looking position ever (seriously a heap of extremities, genitals, and lube) we both had intense orgasms within seconds of each other. Steven came on my stomach, and here is the best part...
He gently licked up his cum and fed it to me with his mouth. HEAVEN. Seriously I find this so hot that words can't describe it. He tried this with me for the first time last week and my adrenaline was flowing to the point that I could have went for a run afterwards...and my ass DOES NOT RUN. Seriously, it turned me on something crazy. And there was such a sweetness to it. He was leery, and not too wild about it, but knew that it was something that I would enjoy. From his standpoint, he has a bit of a cum phobia, but he is working through it. In all honesty, his cum tastes amazing, and if it didn't I wouldn't want him doing this. However, I have tasted a guy or two and know that his is tasty, so it is great that he is trying this for me.
Anyway, after our contortionist masturbation/sex/teamwork event, it was some unreal hour in the morning, and we crashed. Waking up next to Steven and running my fingers up and down his bare back was exquisite. Laying in bed while he showered, ironed his work clothes, and got ready to leave was blissful. His sweet lips meeting mine as he kissed me goodbye was precious.
It is times like this that remind me why I am doing this. What I have gotten myself in to. What I have signed up for. We need each other. We are so good together. We complete each other. And when we are having stupid disputes over stupid things, I secretly like the fact that he has a backbone. That he stands up to me. Puts me in my place. Can hold his own. I have HATED being the dominant personality within my marriage. I have HATED knowing that I could push my husband around if I wanted to.
I am LOVING the fact that I have met my match...someone that can have a trashy parking lot fight with me, someone that can match my sexual appetite, someone that tell me to knock it off when I need to be told that.
And most of all, someone that loves me unconditionally. Someone that knows me in ways that other people don't.
Someone that I am crazy about.
Like I said in my previous post, we met up Saturday night. Yes, we had our "white trash parking lot scene" in front of the Swinger's Club...this was the result of me being pouty and Steven being a brat (okay, I was being a brat too). And in the heat of our retarded dispute, I looked up at him (I was sitting on the curb) and LAUGHED. Uncontrollably LAUGHED. And Steve laughed. And we COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING! He grabbed my hand, we got in my van, and went to get more drinks, still laughing at HOW STUPID AND STUBBORN we both are. SERIOUSLY. We truly deserve each other.
Prior to this stupid fight, we had gone to dinner and arrived at the Swinger's Club. Going there allows us to have a sexual atmosphere, a private room, watch people doing all kinds of things, snacks, and just be together for $40.00. Hell of a deal versus a hotel room. We went in, wandered around a bit, and went to a private room a lot sooner than we normally would. WE NEEDED EACH OTHER. We needed to reaffirm our commitment to each other in a sexual way. Nothing heals the wounds of a fight like a good fuck.
We both needed it. Bad. I wanted it ALL...sometimes my body frustrates me because I can't figure out what I need. I told him to lick me, I had the URGENT FEELING that I needed to feel his warm mouth on my pussy. It was really odd for me to feel this so desperately. The great thing about us is that there is no hesitation. We both have no qualms in asking for something. We want to meet each other's needs, we want to make each sexual encounter exactly what the other person needed it to be.
We tossed and turned and switched around quite a bit, just not able to get enough of each other. We kissed and touched and grabbed and tasted and held and fucked and thoroughly enjoyed the way our bodies make us feel when they are together.
Sweaty, thirsty, and satisfied, we left (insert parking lot scene). After getting another round of drinks, we went back to the Swinger's Club. There was more action going on...sex in hot tubs, LOTS of naked people. At one point I was thoroughly enjoying watching a guy performing oral sex on a woman in front of everyone. I whispered to Steven that I wanted to touch her boobs, he said GO FOR IT, but I was too chicken. Maybe another time...
I wanted to give Steven a blow job right in front of people, but he wasn't feeling it...he later said that he wished he would have said yes. We met a few people, there was a lady that was there with her husband that was seriously checking Steven out. I like this...but my arrogant snotty side wants a t-shirt that says something like LOOK ALL YOU WANT HONEY, BUT HE IS MINE. Can you tell that we are not "lifestyle" people? I mean, we have our freaky sides, we have TALKED about dabbling in a few different scenarios, but neither one of us has any interest in SWAPPING. I can't with certainty say that we never will...I mean, in 6 months with Steven I have done things that I would have NEVER IMAGINED. So, never say never. He likes the idea of another woman with me, this is something that I would be open to. Basically, we are on a case by case, day by day, conversation by conversation basis. The appeal with joining a Swinger's Club for us was the environment, we both have voyeuristic tendencies, we both have exhibitionist tendencies (even TYPING THIS is hard for me because I still have not fully wrapped my mind around the fact that I really have enjoyed being watched). It also gave us a place to go where we could be alone, have sex, and be together. I have also recently expressed a desire to really watch another couple, and this is something that we are exploring. I want to watch another couple, start to finish, have sex. REALLY WATCH. It would be nice if they were both somewhat appealing to me, but that isn't super important. I just think it would be REALLY HOT.
So...we basically spent the rest of the evening getting really aroused, and at this point it was crazy late, we had both been drinking, and we decided to get a hotel room. HUGE ISSUE...there was some event going on and everything was booked! It was 3 am and we are WANDERING trying to find a stupid hotel room! Crazy. We finally did (shout out to the Clarion for being reasonable, high quality, and a great deal).
We showered, and got into bed damp, naked, sleepy, and horny. Great combo! And thus began a contortionist event that rivals the best directed porn out there. I was really in the mood to have my hand working my clit, which isn't my norm. I just had the urge! I kept apologizing to Steven, and he kept telling me to knock it off. I just feel bad when I do that, like he isn't enough. I have no problem having an orgasm (or several) from penetration alone. I don't need the clitoral stimulation to get off. When I am masturbating, this is the fastest, easiest way for me to take care of business. With a partner though, I rarely do this, it isn't necessary. That night though I just wanted that little extra something that playing with myself adds to sex.
We were going at it in every way possible, and at one point Steven had his fingers in me while I touched myself. I wanted more fingers! Please! It wasn't working with me being on all fours, in this position a couple of fingers felt like too much. I laid on my back, and with the help of some lube, Steven had four fingers working on me while I rubbed my clit. I had my left hand playing with his ass that was up in the air, and he had his left hand stroking his cock. He was backing into my lubed finger and I have to say this was incredibly hot. In this crazy combination of pleasuring ourselves and each other simultaneously, in the most awkward looking position ever (seriously a heap of extremities, genitals, and lube) we both had intense orgasms within seconds of each other. Steven came on my stomach, and here is the best part...
He gently licked up his cum and fed it to me with his mouth. HEAVEN. Seriously I find this so hot that words can't describe it. He tried this with me for the first time last week and my adrenaline was flowing to the point that I could have went for a run afterwards...and my ass DOES NOT RUN. Seriously, it turned me on something crazy. And there was such a sweetness to it. He was leery, and not too wild about it, but knew that it was something that I would enjoy. From his standpoint, he has a bit of a cum phobia, but he is working through it. In all honesty, his cum tastes amazing, and if it didn't I wouldn't want him doing this. However, I have tasted a guy or two and know that his is tasty, so it is great that he is trying this for me.
Anyway, after our contortionist masturbation/sex/teamwork event, it was some unreal hour in the morning, and we crashed. Waking up next to Steven and running my fingers up and down his bare back was exquisite. Laying in bed while he showered, ironed his work clothes, and got ready to leave was blissful. His sweet lips meeting mine as he kissed me goodbye was precious.
It is times like this that remind me why I am doing this. What I have gotten myself in to. What I have signed up for. We need each other. We are so good together. We complete each other. And when we are having stupid disputes over stupid things, I secretly like the fact that he has a backbone. That he stands up to me. Puts me in my place. Can hold his own. I have HATED being the dominant personality within my marriage. I have HATED knowing that I could push my husband around if I wanted to.
I am LOVING the fact that I have met my match...someone that can have a trashy parking lot fight with me, someone that can match my sexual appetite, someone that tell me to knock it off when I need to be told that.
And most of all, someone that loves me unconditionally. Someone that knows me in ways that other people don't.
Someone that I am crazy about.
What moves me.
I was cleaning yesterday, had over 200 cds to go through.I was searching for one in particularThe Streets : A grand don't come for freeFound the case but alas no cd.But I found a set I forgot I had.I heard this piece 14 years ago and to this day, I still get lost every single time.Standing in motion
Bar, Part 1
The small bar was packed on a Friday night because of the live music. As the band played on the stage she made her way to the bar, ordered a drink and found herself a table near the wall. Standing next to the table she started dancing in time to the music. Her hands on the table as her hips swaying with the drummers beat. The tempo was steady.
When the band took their break she glanced around
When the band took their break she glanced around
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Countdown
Amazing...
i am just 158 away from the 100,000th visitor to my blog! Can you believe that?! Actually, i know that it's probably more than that because the blog was already six months old when i decided to add the counter. Either way, i'm so blown away by it and the fact that i'm still writing!
Whoever you are, my 100,000th visitor, if you happen to notice that it's you, please, please, please leave me a comment - anonymous or not - i'd love to know who you are!
To celebrate, i may possibly post another video.
And thank you all so much for making it possible!
i am just 158 away from the 100,000th visitor to my blog! Can you believe that?! Actually, i know that it's probably more than that because the blog was already six months old when i decided to add the counter. Either way, i'm so blown away by it and the fact that i'm still writing!
Whoever you are, my 100,000th visitor, if you happen to notice that it's you, please, please, please leave me a comment - anonymous or not - i'd love to know who you are!
To celebrate, i may possibly post another video.
And thank you all so much for making it possible!
Poll Time Once Again!
Twisted is being shy on sharing, so I'd like a little bit of help convincing him that people are indeed interested in hearing his music. So pick a song and it will tie the a couple of the post together a bit better for you!
KISS IT AND MAKE IT BETTER
As always, we are behaving as our normal, volatile selves, and paying the price for it.
I used to be okay with the thought of Steven sleeping with his wife. It happens so infrequently. I am confident in myself, and in our relationship. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel like it is a competition. There is one thing, one BIG THING though that she has, and I don't.
She is MARRIED to him.
We have had our share of disputes regarding ME having sex with my husband. I understand each and every one of the issues. My husband has gotten sex with me when he pleases, regardless of what is going on, how I feel, etc. It is rarely good sex. It rarely lasts more than 10 minutes. It is a struggle for him to maintain an erection sometimes, and other times he is battling premature ejaculation. I know that Steven thinks that I am too accommodating. He thinks that my husband doesn't appreciate what he has. There are many more issues, and all of them make sense.
I have had a nonchalant attitude about Steven's sex life with is wife. I haven't cared too much. There are days that I don't want to hear about it, but overall I haven't cared.
This past week has been a week for laying ground work. I have had conversations with my mother, sister, and a friend regarding my marriage. I have insinuated to them that things aren't okay. That I am not happy. Most importantly, I have had a good conversation with my husband. A conversation that was along the lines of the fact that we are both unhappy, that we both deserve to be happy, and that we need to work together to be the best parents possible to our children while sorting things out and moving our own directions. And later that night when I saw him looking through picture albums, it was like a knife to my heart. Strangely, he looked peaceful. Accepting. Okay. However, he knows. I know. We have both known. We don't have a "marriage". We have a good partnership. A good arrangement. And we both should have so much more.
And I was feeling AMAZING. As if I could see this happening. As if I was finally headed in the right direction. And Steven and I were on the same page. We have set some obtainable, realistic goals. We aren't jumping into anything, we aren't being stupid. We aren't setting ourselves up for failure. Instead we are setting ourselves up for happiness, and success. We are realizing that we aren't getting any younger, and that each day is a gift and that we need put ourselves first for once.
So after days of hard conversations, after a week of accomplishments, I was feeling pretty damn good.
And Friday morning I get a text message from Steven while driving my kids to the dentist. It told me that he had sex with his wife last night.
I damn near lost it. Here I am, driving kids, on the freeway, going 80 MPH, and I start crying. I want to throw my phone in the river. I want to scream.
Here I am, working towards moving FORWARD, and he is FUCKING HER?
And it isn't that he had sex with her, it was that he had told me something, and did something completely different. And while I won't get into the details, I was not okay. I have said over and over to Steven that I AM DOING THIS RIGHT THIS TIME. No lies. No deception.
What evolved from this bloody text message was a day and a half of misery. Tears. Conversations. Heated text messaging wars. Silent treatments. Mean words flung around. I was done. I really was. I decided that I couldn't do this. That I couldn't handle the stress. The pain. That I would rather lose him than share him. That the thought of him with HER made me violently nauseous. I could NOT DO THIS.
So I told him so. It was D.O.N.E. done. If we both became untangled from our existing situations, great. I could do this. However, I had hit a wall. I couldn't share him. I couldn't do this. I love him too much, want him too bad, am too selfish.
I knew that I hurt him. I didn't care. He had hurt me. He had said one thing to me, and did something completely different. I can't stop him from having sex to the one that he is legally bound to. The one that he shares a bed with. HOWEVER, don't DO THIS TO ME! Don't TEXT ME about having sex with her when you KNOW that I have been working towards US and OUR FUTURE all week.
I agreed to meet him last night. And I had no intention of anything other than getting a drink and dinner, and talking. Figuring out how to move forward from this. Closure. I was seriously walking away. I didn't even shave *down there* all that perfect because I WAS NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING WITH HIM.
We were immediately fighting. We met at a grocery store parking lot, where we were just attacking each other for lame things. It was so so stupid. We were both emotionally raw, on the verge of tears, and we got in my van and Steve drove to "our lake", which, by the way was DRIED UP due to how hot and dry it has been.
We were sitting next to each other, it was hot, dry, dusty, there were people around, planes overhead, a train in the distance. Steve leans over and kisses me. And kisses me. And kisses me. And I kissed back. My hand on the back of his neck felt his warm skin, and it was if I was floating. IT WAS OK. I WAS GOING TO BE OK. WE WERE GOING TO BE OKAY. His hand wandered up my skirt...just enough for me to know that he needed to feel me. That I needed to feel him.
I knew in that moment that I needed to suck it up. Deal. I needed to hold his hand and support him through what he chooses to do. And I need the same from him. He knows the real Missy. He knows all that there is to know about me. He loves me completely. Unconditionally. We need each other. We deserve each other...good and bad. When I am a brat, he is a brat back and we deserve to be with people that can dish out exactly what the are given. We need to be with people that meet us in the middle. We need to be with people that will ALWAYS say yes to sex, will always kiss back, will always hunger for the other no matter how bad it gets.
We had a wonderful evening sprinkled with sex, drinks, food, and adventures. Add a dash of residual anger and frustration and you have a really white trash parking lot scene in front of the Swinger's Club. The details of the sex, and maybe the white trash parking lot scene will follow in another post.
The bottom line is this. I AM SO THANKFUL TO HAVE FOUND SOMEONE LIKE STEVEN. He doesn't give up. He is more stubborn than I am, and I didn't know that was possible. He puts me in my place. He can kiss it and make it all better.
I will never like the idea of him having sex with HER, as he will never like the idea of me having sex with HIM. My mantra is THIS IS TEMPORARY THIS IS TEMPORARY THIS IS TEMPORARY because it is just that. TEMPORARY.
When the time is right, we will be untangled. We will be together. There is NO DOUBT in our minds that this is true.
Sex with spouses is going to happen. It hurts. It is hard. Conflicting. Confusing. So, I am going to choose to look at the big picture. I have nothing to be jealous of. NOTHING. I know where we stand, where we are headed.
And where we are headed is to a place where it ALWAYS feels as good as that kiss did last night. A place where things are sunny, and pretty, and sparkly, and warm, and fuzzy.
Like home.
I used to be okay with the thought of Steven sleeping with his wife. It happens so infrequently. I am confident in myself, and in our relationship. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel like it is a competition. There is one thing, one BIG THING though that she has, and I don't.
She is MARRIED to him.
We have had our share of disputes regarding ME having sex with my husband. I understand each and every one of the issues. My husband has gotten sex with me when he pleases, regardless of what is going on, how I feel, etc. It is rarely good sex. It rarely lasts more than 10 minutes. It is a struggle for him to maintain an erection sometimes, and other times he is battling premature ejaculation. I know that Steven thinks that I am too accommodating. He thinks that my husband doesn't appreciate what he has. There are many more issues, and all of them make sense.
I have had a nonchalant attitude about Steven's sex life with is wife. I haven't cared too much. There are days that I don't want to hear about it, but overall I haven't cared.
This past week has been a week for laying ground work. I have had conversations with my mother, sister, and a friend regarding my marriage. I have insinuated to them that things aren't okay. That I am not happy. Most importantly, I have had a good conversation with my husband. A conversation that was along the lines of the fact that we are both unhappy, that we both deserve to be happy, and that we need to work together to be the best parents possible to our children while sorting things out and moving our own directions. And later that night when I saw him looking through picture albums, it was like a knife to my heart. Strangely, he looked peaceful. Accepting. Okay. However, he knows. I know. We have both known. We don't have a "marriage". We have a good partnership. A good arrangement. And we both should have so much more.
And I was feeling AMAZING. As if I could see this happening. As if I was finally headed in the right direction. And Steven and I were on the same page. We have set some obtainable, realistic goals. We aren't jumping into anything, we aren't being stupid. We aren't setting ourselves up for failure. Instead we are setting ourselves up for happiness, and success. We are realizing that we aren't getting any younger, and that each day is a gift and that we need put ourselves first for once.
So after days of hard conversations, after a week of accomplishments, I was feeling pretty damn good.
And Friday morning I get a text message from Steven while driving my kids to the dentist. It told me that he had sex with his wife last night.
I damn near lost it. Here I am, driving kids, on the freeway, going 80 MPH, and I start crying. I want to throw my phone in the river. I want to scream.
Here I am, working towards moving FORWARD, and he is FUCKING HER?
And it isn't that he had sex with her, it was that he had told me something, and did something completely different. And while I won't get into the details, I was not okay. I have said over and over to Steven that I AM DOING THIS RIGHT THIS TIME. No lies. No deception.
What evolved from this bloody text message was a day and a half of misery. Tears. Conversations. Heated text messaging wars. Silent treatments. Mean words flung around. I was done. I really was. I decided that I couldn't do this. That I couldn't handle the stress. The pain. That I would rather lose him than share him. That the thought of him with HER made me violently nauseous. I could NOT DO THIS.
So I told him so. It was D.O.N.E. done. If we both became untangled from our existing situations, great. I could do this. However, I had hit a wall. I couldn't share him. I couldn't do this. I love him too much, want him too bad, am too selfish.
I knew that I hurt him. I didn't care. He had hurt me. He had said one thing to me, and did something completely different. I can't stop him from having sex to the one that he is legally bound to. The one that he shares a bed with. HOWEVER, don't DO THIS TO ME! Don't TEXT ME about having sex with her when you KNOW that I have been working towards US and OUR FUTURE all week.
I agreed to meet him last night. And I had no intention of anything other than getting a drink and dinner, and talking. Figuring out how to move forward from this. Closure. I was seriously walking away. I didn't even shave *down there* all that perfect because I WAS NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING WITH HIM.
We were immediately fighting. We met at a grocery store parking lot, where we were just attacking each other for lame things. It was so so stupid. We were both emotionally raw, on the verge of tears, and we got in my van and Steve drove to "our lake", which, by the way was DRIED UP due to how hot and dry it has been.
We were sitting next to each other, it was hot, dry, dusty, there were people around, planes overhead, a train in the distance. Steve leans over and kisses me. And kisses me. And kisses me. And I kissed back. My hand on the back of his neck felt his warm skin, and it was if I was floating. IT WAS OK. I WAS GOING TO BE OK. WE WERE GOING TO BE OKAY. His hand wandered up my skirt...just enough for me to know that he needed to feel me. That I needed to feel him.
I knew in that moment that I needed to suck it up. Deal. I needed to hold his hand and support him through what he chooses to do. And I need the same from him. He knows the real Missy. He knows all that there is to know about me. He loves me completely. Unconditionally. We need each other. We deserve each other...good and bad. When I am a brat, he is a brat back and we deserve to be with people that can dish out exactly what the are given. We need to be with people that meet us in the middle. We need to be with people that will ALWAYS say yes to sex, will always kiss back, will always hunger for the other no matter how bad it gets.
We had a wonderful evening sprinkled with sex, drinks, food, and adventures. Add a dash of residual anger and frustration and you have a really white trash parking lot scene in front of the Swinger's Club. The details of the sex, and maybe the white trash parking lot scene will follow in another post.
The bottom line is this. I AM SO THANKFUL TO HAVE FOUND SOMEONE LIKE STEVEN. He doesn't give up. He is more stubborn than I am, and I didn't know that was possible. He puts me in my place. He can kiss it and make it all better.
I will never like the idea of him having sex with HER, as he will never like the idea of me having sex with HIM. My mantra is THIS IS TEMPORARY THIS IS TEMPORARY THIS IS TEMPORARY because it is just that. TEMPORARY.
When the time is right, we will be untangled. We will be together. There is NO DOUBT in our minds that this is true.
Sex with spouses is going to happen. It hurts. It is hard. Conflicting. Confusing. So, I am going to choose to look at the big picture. I have nothing to be jealous of. NOTHING. I know where we stand, where we are headed.
And where we are headed is to a place where it ALWAYS feels as good as that kiss did last night. A place where things are sunny, and pretty, and sparkly, and warm, and fuzzy.
Like home.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Let Loo-se
As soon as i left my flat, it felt like everyone knew. The woman at the bus stop, the van driving past and all those people on the platform waiting for the train... "she's not wearing any knickers". So it was a thrill from the very start of the day. The dress i wore was just over my knee too, so i didn't feel too exposed.
i decided to carry out my challenge just after lunchtime, as that's usually the quietest time for the toilets. Or so i thought... i even have a favourite toilet cubicle (i wish i'd used that one now), but instead i chose another that i thought would be less used. As soon as i walked in, there was someone just leaving, so then it was all clear - perfect!
i was more excited than ever to carry out this challenge due to the fact that i would be using the nipple clips and tape. Fumbling in my bag to retrieve my 'tools for the job', i sat down on the toilet seat and began to pull the top of my dress and bra down. my exhilaration grew even more as i placed the clips on my nipples and felt the pain of their bite - it felt good. i even had SG's camera with me to shoot some photos or even video. i began to take some shots and started to get into things.
Then i heard someone come in... brilliant. So i stopped and sat still and waited for them to do what they had to do and leave. But they didn't. i heard them eventually come out of the cubicle, heard the rush of water at the sink, but then i could tell that they were still there. i waited and waited... then i thought 'what if it's the cleaner and they're waiting for me to come out?'. Should i pick another set of toilets? my impatience got the better of me, so i 'dismantled' everything (my nipples were nearly purple), and got my things together and came out of the cubicle.
The woman at the sink was drying her hands and THEN she left! i had lost about 10 mins of valuable playtime and i realised i didn't have long to complete the whole task at hand. i decided to start again and went back into the same cubicle (the one at the end, of course). Down came the top of my dress, out came the clips, tape and camera. i felt the pinch of the nipple clips once again and then began to wrap the bondage tape around my mouth. my breath was quickening as i became more aroused. i managed to take some video too and knowing this was all for SG turned me on even more.
i placed the camera on the floor in a suitable position, and knelt on the floor with my dress raised, i set to work with my fingers rubbing my clit and pussy. With the camera still running, i pushed my fingers inside me, my pussy now very wet and excited, and it was literally only a few moments more that i climaxed. It was a real short and quick one - but an orgasm nonetheless.
i was more relieved than anything else and conscious of the need to get back to work, but happy that during this time no-one else had come in the toilets... except me that is.
So i have this one photo to post as i'm afraid the video doesn't allow me to share the whole experience anonymously (and yes, i realised afterwards that i had forgotten to put my collar on during my play... oops).
i hope you enjoy reading about it just as much as the physical gain i received. It sure was a challenge!
STOP PRESS: i found another photo... here are the 'tools' used:
i decided to carry out my challenge just after lunchtime, as that's usually the quietest time for the toilets. Or so i thought... i even have a favourite toilet cubicle (i wish i'd used that one now), but instead i chose another that i thought would be less used. As soon as i walked in, there was someone just leaving, so then it was all clear - perfect!
i was more excited than ever to carry out this challenge due to the fact that i would be using the nipple clips and tape. Fumbling in my bag to retrieve my 'tools for the job', i sat down on the toilet seat and began to pull the top of my dress and bra down. my exhilaration grew even more as i placed the clips on my nipples and felt the pain of their bite - it felt good. i even had SG's camera with me to shoot some photos or even video. i began to take some shots and started to get into things.
Then i heard someone come in... brilliant. So i stopped and sat still and waited for them to do what they had to do and leave. But they didn't. i heard them eventually come out of the cubicle, heard the rush of water at the sink, but then i could tell that they were still there. i waited and waited... then i thought 'what if it's the cleaner and they're waiting for me to come out?'. Should i pick another set of toilets? my impatience got the better of me, so i 'dismantled' everything (my nipples were nearly purple), and got my things together and came out of the cubicle.
The woman at the sink was drying her hands and THEN she left! i had lost about 10 mins of valuable playtime and i realised i didn't have long to complete the whole task at hand. i decided to start again and went back into the same cubicle (the one at the end, of course). Down came the top of my dress, out came the clips, tape and camera. i felt the pinch of the nipple clips once again and then began to wrap the bondage tape around my mouth. my breath was quickening as i became more aroused. i managed to take some video too and knowing this was all for SG turned me on even more.
i placed the camera on the floor in a suitable position, and knelt on the floor with my dress raised, i set to work with my fingers rubbing my clit and pussy. With the camera still running, i pushed my fingers inside me, my pussy now very wet and excited, and it was literally only a few moments more that i climaxed. It was a real short and quick one - but an orgasm nonetheless.
i was more relieved than anything else and conscious of the need to get back to work, but happy that during this time no-one else had come in the toilets... except me that is.
So i have this one photo to post as i'm afraid the video doesn't allow me to share the whole experience anonymously (and yes, i realised afterwards that i had forgotten to put my collar on during my play... oops).
i hope you enjoy reading about it just as much as the physical gain i received. It sure was a challenge!
STOP PRESS: i found another photo... here are the 'tools' used:
Caught Red-Bottomed Part 1
I can't remember the first moment that I knew spanking fascinated me. I'm sure it happened at a point that I no longer remember. During "childhood amnesia" as psychologists call it. But I do remember a few moments, and there were certainly more than a few after that.
I was not spanked growing up. Well, I do faintly remember being around 4 or 5 and being threatened that "Mr. Hand was going to come out," whatever that means. But it was certainly not anything that happened after that, and nothing more than a swat. My parents were pretty strict, but mostly in the sense that they expected the best, and for my brother and I to achieve greatness. For the most part I think he and I have both done our parts. Our parents have always been, and will probably always be, very involved in our lives. Especially our mother. Oh, my mother! The spawn of Satan and the fiercest woman ever put on this planet. Not to mention an intense helicopter parent. Which is surprising, since I know she was a bit of a wild child in her 20s. (My parents are also older btw- both around 60). My mother was the President of the PTA when I was in HS for Christ’s sake!
Anywho, all that is to say that while I was not spanked discipline was certainly a part of my life. Dinner was at 6:30 every night. In elementary school I'd come home and watch 30 minutes of TV and then straight to homework. Things happened on time, and things happened her way. I suppose that's what happens when you get a dad and two extremely intelligent children all with ADD and a mother who is moderately anal retentive and certainly a control freak. .... my mother and i have our issues....but that's a topic for another post.... or another novel really!
I've digressed. This post is about me growing up as a spanko... but I guessed ya'll needed a bit of background on simply me growing up. (Or I just got sidetracked- I told you I was ADD! (or as my first "daddy" called it, I have "shiny object syndrome" *blush*).
Like I said, I can't remember when I first started thinking about spanking, but I know from about the age of 5 on, it was certainly something that was on my mind. I was a big fan of pretend and make believe- I was a kid with a vibrant imagination- and I would create situations in my head to act out...usually with my huge stuffed animal collection. I remember one that was a big fixture in the Kelly's fantasies rotation. My stuffed animals and I all went to this school where there was a "disciplinarian" and a "punishment room" and when you were naughty you got sent there and you got spanked! Lol, yes I have.....and sometimes still do... spanked my stuffed animals. :) I also think I might have made Ken spank Barbie. :) Actually what I think might have happened there was that in typical Barbie fashion, I'd spend so long dressing them up that I'd forget to play a scene. :)
I also remember when in 3rd grade we read Little House in the Big Woods (yes people the Little House thing was a book first and is WAY better in book form! there are 12- go read them!) and Pa spanks Laura with a belt for hitting Mary. I read and re-read that scene.... I just remember sitting in class and the feeling like my stomach dropped out from under me when someone read it out loud. I think that was around when I started realizing it was sexual. ...at least kinda
Most everything changed when we got a computer. I talk to so many older guys, and some women, who grew up in the age before technology, and in part I feel SOOO bad for you guys! But at the same time, you got to SEE spankings in real life! I've NEVER seen a spanking, or even really known anyone who got spanked- trust me, I always asked in every truth or dare game (oh but that's another, whole nother post). But anywho, my family got our first computer I suppose when I was like 5 or 6, and I started really using it around 7. The internet came into play at around 9.
But those first couple years, it was still helpful, thanks to a wonderful thing called Encyclopedia Britannica 1996. Suddenly instead of having to look through the bulky dictionaries and encyclopedia's downstairs, I could just search through this amazing CD! Favorites of mine included pillory's and stocks (a pillory btw is the one that holds the head and arms that most people think of as a stock), as well as "spanking" and "paddling" and "whipping boy." Anything that had to do with spanking or punishment at all!
And then came the internet. *Cue Halleluiah music*
...to be continued
I was not spanked growing up. Well, I do faintly remember being around 4 or 5 and being threatened that "Mr. Hand was going to come out," whatever that means. But it was certainly not anything that happened after that, and nothing more than a swat. My parents were pretty strict, but mostly in the sense that they expected the best, and for my brother and I to achieve greatness. For the most part I think he and I have both done our parts. Our parents have always been, and will probably always be, very involved in our lives. Especially our mother. Oh, my mother! The spawn of Satan and the fiercest woman ever put on this planet. Not to mention an intense helicopter parent. Which is surprising, since I know she was a bit of a wild child in her 20s. (My parents are also older btw- both around 60). My mother was the President of the PTA when I was in HS for Christ’s sake!
Anywho, all that is to say that while I was not spanked discipline was certainly a part of my life. Dinner was at 6:30 every night. In elementary school I'd come home and watch 30 minutes of TV and then straight to homework. Things happened on time, and things happened her way. I suppose that's what happens when you get a dad and two extremely intelligent children all with ADD and a mother who is moderately anal retentive and certainly a control freak. .... my mother and i have our issues....but that's a topic for another post.... or another novel really!
I've digressed. This post is about me growing up as a spanko... but I guessed ya'll needed a bit of background on simply me growing up. (Or I just got sidetracked- I told you I was ADD! (or as my first "daddy" called it, I have "shiny object syndrome" *blush*).
Like I said, I can't remember when I first started thinking about spanking, but I know from about the age of 5 on, it was certainly something that was on my mind. I was a big fan of pretend and make believe- I was a kid with a vibrant imagination- and I would create situations in my head to act out...usually with my huge stuffed animal collection. I remember one that was a big fixture in the Kelly's fantasies rotation. My stuffed animals and I all went to this school where there was a "disciplinarian" and a "punishment room" and when you were naughty you got sent there and you got spanked! Lol, yes I have.....and sometimes still do... spanked my stuffed animals. :) I also think I might have made Ken spank Barbie. :) Actually what I think might have happened there was that in typical Barbie fashion, I'd spend so long dressing them up that I'd forget to play a scene. :)
I also remember when in 3rd grade we read Little House in the Big Woods (yes people the Little House thing was a book first and is WAY better in book form! there are 12- go read them!) and Pa spanks Laura with a belt for hitting Mary. I read and re-read that scene.... I just remember sitting in class and the feeling like my stomach dropped out from under me when someone read it out loud. I think that was around when I started realizing it was sexual. ...at least kinda
Most everything changed when we got a computer. I talk to so many older guys, and some women, who grew up in the age before technology, and in part I feel SOOO bad for you guys! But at the same time, you got to SEE spankings in real life! I've NEVER seen a spanking, or even really known anyone who got spanked- trust me, I always asked in every truth or dare game (oh but that's another, whole nother post). But anywho, my family got our first computer I suppose when I was like 5 or 6, and I started really using it around 7. The internet came into play at around 9.
But those first couple years, it was still helpful, thanks to a wonderful thing called Encyclopedia Britannica 1996. Suddenly instead of having to look through the bulky dictionaries and encyclopedia's downstairs, I could just search through this amazing CD! Favorites of mine included pillory's and stocks (a pillory btw is the one that holds the head and arms that most people think of as a stock), as well as "spanking" and "paddling" and "whipping boy." Anything that had to do with spanking or punishment at all!
And then came the internet. *Cue Halleluiah music*
...to be continued
A Sexy Story
Hey Team,
So I'm in the process of writing a few new posts, so I decided to post this one in the meantime, and hopefully it will entertain ya'll. I wrote it with a friend that I email with. He wrote the first part, and I wrote the end. I wasn't originally going too post it, but another friend said that he liked it alot (or more specifically he said he was "drooling over his keyboard") so I figured what the heck. I hope you enjoy :).
xoxo
Princess Kelly
(His part)
I would sneak in the bedroom -While you are showering. Sit on the bed. Surprise as you come out with only a towel on your head. Water still dripping and the warm smell of hot water and shampoo in the air1 --- "DADDY - I - I din't know you were here!" " hang on - I'll get a robe!' I take your arm and say " Oh - no need, you have too much on now!" as i slip the towel off. You wet beautiful brunett hair in strands, " Daddy - what are you doing? you act all surprised - your pretty brown eyes flashing. I pull you to the bed " Kelly - you remember your rudeness earlier - bossing me around and telling me what you will and wont do!" Your pout look is now own and in your cutest little girl voice ---" owww Daddy I was just kidding! I'll be good!" I know you will AFTER your spanking! " NO! I don't WANT A SPan...in the middle of you word i pick you up like a little Dolly - sit on the bed and upend you, your bottom over my knees!I rub your ass as you recieve a lecture on rudeness. You then look back as my large hand is raised and descends on your pink - round - Butt! "CRRRACK!! "YEEOOWWW! OH DADDY - No...!!! "SMACK!!" AAAAOOOWWWW...Daddy! I ..."SMACK"!!!! UHHHHNNNN - OW " Please!!!"SMACK!CRACK!SLAP! one cheek then the other - one thigh then the other - then over your butt crack in the middle
"DADDY OH Please DADDY, OW, IM SORRY! OWWWCCCHHH," I give you a long slow hot hard spanking on your wet bottom! It is one of the hardest - no nonsense spankings ever. Your bottom is hot cherry red, swollen with my handprints all over it! I leave you over my lap tp sob a short while. I let you up as you slowly rub you well punished ass! Sniff! "Daddy it stung so baad!" You bend over and stick your butt out "See!"
"I see honey" I get the cream and lay you back over and massage it into your hot cheeks. You whine and purr as I comfort and rub..."
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(My part)
"mmmm that feels good Daddy mmmmmm" I purr as you rub my bottom and massage the tops of my thighs. "Lets get a bit more comfortable" you say as you pick me up in your arms as though i was nothing at all, and you scoot back against the head board and then lay me back across your lap. I squirm a bit, getting comfortable. "Is that better sweetie?" you ask gently as you begin rubbing my bottom again. "Mmmm Yes sir Daddy, thank you," I coo in response, falling back into subspace quite quickly.
As you continue to rub my bottom I unconsciously spread my legs ever so slightly giving you a beautiful view of my freshly cleaned and shaved kitty and bottom. "Well now, what is this little girl?" you ask knowingly as you brush the pad of your thumb against my dripping wet pussy. "mmmm," I moan, a bit too lost in my pleasure to realize the trouble I'm in. I squirm over your hard lap trying to get a bit more friction with your thumb. "Did you get all wet during your punishment baby girl?" you question as your right hand rests on the lower part of my bottom, the ring finger dipping low to keep caressing my kitty. Your left hand reaches around my waist, pulling me in tightly towards you, as if our bodies were one.
Hearing you mention my punishment, I realize what is happening, and I immediately bite my lip, and look over my shoulder at you with the widest puppy eyes. "Umm..... I didn't mean to Daddy...mmmmm" I couldn't help but let out a bit of a moan as your finger continues to gently tease me. "tsk tsk" you shake your head, "You know what that means baby girl," and with that you raise your right arm and with not much force you smack it down on the fullest part of my bottom. I mew a bit in false protest, continuing in my littlest little girl voice, "ooo! Daddy! no!" But my protests stop there as the mild swats continue to fall on the undercurve of my already reddened backside. Soon I am moaning and panting, deep into subspace. "What a naughty little girl! Letting her kitty get all wet from a punishment! I should probably spank that naughty kitty just for that," you scold as I fall deeper and deeper into my arousal. I begin lifting up every so slightly to meet your hand as it comes in contact with my bare bottom and then grind into your thigh begging for friction. You almost chuckle, but turn it into a tsking scold. "My my, what a naughty baby girl you are. Up on your knees for me so you can show me that naughty wet little kitty that is begging for my attention so loudly." "Ooh! But Daaadddyyyyy" I begin. You swat my bottom, "now young lady."
You help me off your lap, I'm so delirious from arousal I can't do it by myself. I kneel up on the bed a foot or so in front of you, and then go down on all fours. I look behind me and see your admiring gaze, and I drop down to my elbows, letting me chest hit the comforter, and spread my legs a bit for balance- and to give you a better view. "Now isn't that a pretty sight," you drawl as you rub your large hands over my hot red bottom. I mew, knowing the view you have and feel the exposure wash over me. "And such a naughty kitty..." you continue as you brush over my wet lips. I blush, as you push my lower back down even farther to get me as exposed as possible.
You then surprise me by lightly spanking my wet kitty. I gasp and moan. "What a naughty kitty, getting all wet during a punishment!" you scold as you continue to spank. You continue scolding and spanking and can tell I am close to orgasm. "Don't you dare cum without permission little girl." I mew loudly and whine "please daddy please can I cum!?" "Not yet baby girl" you keep spanking very genlty and then you stick a finger deep inside me and say "Now Kelly, cum now!" And I do, I cum hard, shaking with my orgasm as you scold and threaten. "Cum hard little girl! If you don't cum hard I will blister this backside! I will spank you until you can't sit for a week!"
Finally I go a bit limp, as i finish the wave of my orgasm. You leave one hand on my back, caressing and massaging me, taking me gently down from the top of my climax and making sure i'm still aroused, as you reach into the nightstand and grab a condom. "Good girl, good girl," you coo. As I'm totally lost in my world of pleasure you slip it on and push the tip of your very large cock to the entrance of my still soaking wet pussy. You reach a hand around and feel my large breasts, kneeding gently and teasing the hard nipples, as you slowly fill me. "Play with your clit little girl," you whisper in my ear. "That's a good girl," as I reach down to finger my clit.
You thrust in and out of me, gently, knowing that i'm still so tight, and that you being so large will be a bit painful for me. The pleasure is overwhelming and I cum quickly, and then you thrust and hit my g-spot and I cum again. The pleasure is becoming overwhelming, and I beg, "please cum Daddy. Please, cum now, cum with me." And with that you do, thrusting in me, cuming hard, roaring back as you burst. I cum too, and then we finally lay spent. You slide out of me and dispose of the condom as I lay exhausted and overwhelmed with sensation on the bed. You come back and pick me up like a child and slide us to the pillows and you lay with me, my head on your chest, as we fall asleep, both very content. "Thank you Daddy, love you." I whisper as I lean up and kiss you on the cheek. "You're welcome baby girl," you reply as we drift to dream world.
So I'm in the process of writing a few new posts, so I decided to post this one in the meantime, and hopefully it will entertain ya'll. I wrote it with a friend that I email with. He wrote the first part, and I wrote the end. I wasn't originally going too post it, but another friend said that he liked it alot (or more specifically he said he was "drooling over his keyboard") so I figured what the heck. I hope you enjoy :).
xoxo
Princess Kelly
(His part)
I would sneak in the bedroom -While you are showering. Sit on the bed. Surprise as you come out with only a towel on your head. Water still dripping and the warm smell of hot water and shampoo in the air1 --- "DADDY - I - I din't know you were here!" " hang on - I'll get a robe!' I take your arm and say " Oh - no need, you have too much on now!" as i slip the towel off. You wet beautiful brunett hair in strands, " Daddy - what are you doing? you act all surprised - your pretty brown eyes flashing. I pull you to the bed " Kelly - you remember your rudeness earlier - bossing me around and telling me what you will and wont do!" Your pout look is now own and in your cutest little girl voice ---" owww Daddy I was just kidding! I'll be good!" I know you will AFTER your spanking! " NO! I don't WANT A SPan...in the middle of you word i pick you up like a little Dolly - sit on the bed and upend you, your bottom over my knees!I rub your ass as you recieve a lecture on rudeness. You then look back as my large hand is raised and descends on your pink - round - Butt! "CRRRACK!! "YEEOOWWW! OH DADDY - No...!!! "SMACK!!" AAAAOOOWWWW...Daddy! I ..."SMACK"!!!! UHHHHNNNN - OW " Please!!!"SMACK!CRACK!SLAP! one cheek then the other - one thigh then the other - then over your butt crack in the middle
"DADDY OH Please DADDY, OW, IM SORRY! OWWWCCCHHH," I give you a long slow hot hard spanking on your wet bottom! It is one of the hardest - no nonsense spankings ever. Your bottom is hot cherry red, swollen with my handprints all over it! I leave you over my lap tp sob a short while. I let you up as you slowly rub you well punished ass! Sniff! "Daddy it stung so baad!" You bend over and stick your butt out "See!"
"I see honey" I get the cream and lay you back over and massage it into your hot cheeks. You whine and purr as I comfort and rub..."
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(My part)
"mmmm that feels good Daddy mmmmmm" I purr as you rub my bottom and massage the tops of my thighs. "Lets get a bit more comfortable" you say as you pick me up in your arms as though i was nothing at all, and you scoot back against the head board and then lay me back across your lap. I squirm a bit, getting comfortable. "Is that better sweetie?" you ask gently as you begin rubbing my bottom again. "Mmmm Yes sir Daddy, thank you," I coo in response, falling back into subspace quite quickly.
As you continue to rub my bottom I unconsciously spread my legs ever so slightly giving you a beautiful view of my freshly cleaned and shaved kitty and bottom. "Well now, what is this little girl?" you ask knowingly as you brush the pad of your thumb against my dripping wet pussy. "mmmm," I moan, a bit too lost in my pleasure to realize the trouble I'm in. I squirm over your hard lap trying to get a bit more friction with your thumb. "Did you get all wet during your punishment baby girl?" you question as your right hand rests on the lower part of my bottom, the ring finger dipping low to keep caressing my kitty. Your left hand reaches around my waist, pulling me in tightly towards you, as if our bodies were one.
Hearing you mention my punishment, I realize what is happening, and I immediately bite my lip, and look over my shoulder at you with the widest puppy eyes. "Umm..... I didn't mean to Daddy...mmmmm" I couldn't help but let out a bit of a moan as your finger continues to gently tease me. "tsk tsk" you shake your head, "You know what that means baby girl," and with that you raise your right arm and with not much force you smack it down on the fullest part of my bottom. I mew a bit in false protest, continuing in my littlest little girl voice, "ooo! Daddy! no!" But my protests stop there as the mild swats continue to fall on the undercurve of my already reddened backside. Soon I am moaning and panting, deep into subspace. "What a naughty little girl! Letting her kitty get all wet from a punishment! I should probably spank that naughty kitty just for that," you scold as I fall deeper and deeper into my arousal. I begin lifting up every so slightly to meet your hand as it comes in contact with my bare bottom and then grind into your thigh begging for friction. You almost chuckle, but turn it into a tsking scold. "My my, what a naughty baby girl you are. Up on your knees for me so you can show me that naughty wet little kitty that is begging for my attention so loudly." "Ooh! But Daaadddyyyyy" I begin. You swat my bottom, "now young lady."
You help me off your lap, I'm so delirious from arousal I can't do it by myself. I kneel up on the bed a foot or so in front of you, and then go down on all fours. I look behind me and see your admiring gaze, and I drop down to my elbows, letting me chest hit the comforter, and spread my legs a bit for balance- and to give you a better view. "Now isn't that a pretty sight," you drawl as you rub your large hands over my hot red bottom. I mew, knowing the view you have and feel the exposure wash over me. "And such a naughty kitty..." you continue as you brush over my wet lips. I blush, as you push my lower back down even farther to get me as exposed as possible.
You then surprise me by lightly spanking my wet kitty. I gasp and moan. "What a naughty kitty, getting all wet during a punishment!" you scold as you continue to spank. You continue scolding and spanking and can tell I am close to orgasm. "Don't you dare cum without permission little girl." I mew loudly and whine "please daddy please can I cum!?" "Not yet baby girl" you keep spanking very genlty and then you stick a finger deep inside me and say "Now Kelly, cum now!" And I do, I cum hard, shaking with my orgasm as you scold and threaten. "Cum hard little girl! If you don't cum hard I will blister this backside! I will spank you until you can't sit for a week!"
Finally I go a bit limp, as i finish the wave of my orgasm. You leave one hand on my back, caressing and massaging me, taking me gently down from the top of my climax and making sure i'm still aroused, as you reach into the nightstand and grab a condom. "Good girl, good girl," you coo. As I'm totally lost in my world of pleasure you slip it on and push the tip of your very large cock to the entrance of my still soaking wet pussy. You reach a hand around and feel my large breasts, kneeding gently and teasing the hard nipples, as you slowly fill me. "Play with your clit little girl," you whisper in my ear. "That's a good girl," as I reach down to finger my clit.
You thrust in and out of me, gently, knowing that i'm still so tight, and that you being so large will be a bit painful for me. The pleasure is overwhelming and I cum quickly, and then you thrust and hit my g-spot and I cum again. The pleasure is becoming overwhelming, and I beg, "please cum Daddy. Please, cum now, cum with me." And with that you do, thrusting in me, cuming hard, roaring back as you burst. I cum too, and then we finally lay spent. You slide out of me and dispose of the condom as I lay exhausted and overwhelmed with sensation on the bed. You come back and pick me up like a child and slide us to the pillows and you lay with me, my head on your chest, as we fall asleep, both very content. "Thank you Daddy, love you." I whisper as I lean up and kiss you on the cheek. "You're welcome baby girl," you reply as we drift to dream world.
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Slow Build Up.
Sit me on the edge of the bed with your hand in my hair, tugging gently as you lean over to kiss the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. Trace your finger across my collarbone and let your lips linger over mine. Kneel in front of me, your hands on my shoulders, sliding down over my breasts then pushing me back onto the bed. Slowly unbutton the top of my pants, kissing my stomach, slide them
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Fill In Friday!
1. Sometimes it is not the end of the world.2. Sitting here, listening to the sound of rain falling, I am content.3. Pluot tastes so good!4. Sometimes, putting others first is the only way to be truly happy.5. Life is breathtaking, really.6. Well, maybe there is a way to make it work.7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to peace and quiet, tomorrow my plans include a movie
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Just a thought?
Is it good luck or bad luck to find a cute small black kitty stretched out on the sidewalk in front of your house?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
New Private Blog
*UPDATE* (thursday Morning): So I figured out the technically difficulty (which by the way was that I could post but not view my own blog). If it tells you that your cookies aren't working or something er rather, but you can view this blog just fine, switch to a different web browser. I went from IE to Firefox and it worked fine. :)
Also, the person that mentioned that this would make people de-lurk was right! Wow! lol, I always saw the stat counter and thought it was just lying to me, but apparently I just have a ton of lurkers! :) Hi out there!!! But also, if you post a comment, or have posted a comment and want to be invited, you still have to send me an email or have your profile enabled so I can see your email. Otherwise I can't invite you. Sorry ya'll. You got to give a little to get a little. ;)
Hi Guys,So I've made an executive decision. I've decided that in order to show off the pictures that I have that have my face in them I will have a private, invite only blog. This will ONLY be for pictures, and all of the content, and non face pictures will continue to be here. I'm doing this of course for privacy reasons, and I'm sorry that I'm still not comfortable opening up pictures showing my face to the broader public. If you would like to view this site, just email me and I will be happy to add you. I'm planning to open it to anyone with whom I have spoken, or who has previously commented. Just basically anyone that I trust. And I am quick to trust. :)
I just created the site, but am currently experiencing some technical difficulties :(. The address is http://spankedprincess2.blogspot.com/ if you would like to request to view the site.
But for now, here are some more pics from my wonderful trip last weekend (of which there are in total 247, so I won't run out soon!) :). Hope you enjoy!
xoxo
Princess Kelly
HNT - Chillin'
As taken by SG - one very chilled pup:
He's also given me a challenge this week and i hope to follow through on it today at work. i must wear a dress/skirt without pants and play in the toilets again. But this time, i have to use either my nipple clips or clamps and put bondage tape over my mouth (because i can make a lot of noise when i cum). i also have to take photos or video of my play.
Then i'm to blog about it... it will make for some interesting photos i think. i guess SG will decide whether i can post them here or not.
Happy HNT!
He's also given me a challenge this week and i hope to follow through on it today at work. i must wear a dress/skirt without pants and play in the toilets again. But this time, i have to use either my nipple clips or clamps and put bondage tape over my mouth (because i can make a lot of noise when i cum). i also have to take photos or video of my play.
Then i'm to blog about it... it will make for some interesting photos i think. i guess SG will decide whether i can post them here or not.
Happy HNT!
The Rules.
In a lust filled moment she agreed to the Rules.While his hand slid over her body, down her hips, under her clothes, in between her legs, the Rules did not change. As his fingers slipped in between her lips, teasing her, stroking her and finally releasing her, The Rules were still there.As she kissed his neck, over his shoulder, down his chest, reaching for his belt she could feel his smile in
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
General Busy-ness
So life is soooo crazy. I'm still out of work due to some serious health issues on my end. I'm doin okay, but work may not appreciate it much since they still haven't approved my short term disability claim. Losers. Anyways... we are moving in less than two weeks. This is a good thing, I hope...lol. So just in case I lose my job I have been trying to come up with someone I can do instead. Any ideas anyone?
The Table, Part Four
As she felt the hand slide up her thigh and leave her body, she whimpered. Her chin lifted while lips pressed against hers, soft sensual lips. Then a thick cigar was slid under her nose. She breathed in its woodsy sent.
She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.
"I want
She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.
"I want
TMI Tuesday!
1. Your first self-induced orgasm?I am assuming rocking on the pillows and bears isn't exactly what this question is about. ;) But I'm gonna stick with it!2. Your first other-induced orgasm?College, laying in bed with all of our clothes on, grinding against each other. I love that. Though that might count as self induced too .;)3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm?I was 19 at
Monday, July 20, 2009
Straight from his fingers to our eyes...
For your viewing pleasure and mine,Twisted, Not StirredOn to the next bet!=)And yes I know.
TRANQUILITY
I am not the most relaxed person usually.
My mind is always in a million places, I fidget, I am restless often.
Steven's presence, or the thought of his presence, amps me up sexually.
Sparks fly between us often, some good and some bad.
Yet, for being so sexually exciting to me, for being someone that challenges me, for being someone that makes me think, he also RELAXES ME.
And I so desperately need that. More than I am willing to admit.
I need to mellow out now and then. I need to breathe. I need to slow down.
Tonight we met at a park for a bit. We talked a bit, kissed a bit, and that was pretty much it.
However, at one point, we were sitting on a bench, and I had him sit at one end and I sprawled across the bench with my head on his lap.
He surrounded my face with his arm, and rested his other hand on my forehead.
I kid you not, this was THE MOST RELAXED FEELING I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. No joke. I have had Valium pre-surgery. I have had every pain pill under the sun. I have smoked weed. I have drank. I am a big fan of pedicures and massages.
NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING has ever come close to putting me in such a completely relaxed state. I felt the tension of my fucked up, chaotic life drain out of me. It was heavenly.
Worthy of a blog post? To me it is. This is MY STORY, and I never want to forget how good that felt.
I already knew he was THE ONE. I already knew that he is who I am supposed to be with. I already knew that I am head over heels in love with him.
And now I know that he is capable of MELLOWING ME OUT?
That fact alone will make him adored by my friends and family when his presence becomes known! FINALLY! Someone who can do what NO ONE has been able to do!
I love him so damn much.
My mind is always in a million places, I fidget, I am restless often.
Steven's presence, or the thought of his presence, amps me up sexually.
Sparks fly between us often, some good and some bad.
Yet, for being so sexually exciting to me, for being someone that challenges me, for being someone that makes me think, he also RELAXES ME.
And I so desperately need that. More than I am willing to admit.
I need to mellow out now and then. I need to breathe. I need to slow down.
Tonight we met at a park for a bit. We talked a bit, kissed a bit, and that was pretty much it.
However, at one point, we were sitting on a bench, and I had him sit at one end and I sprawled across the bench with my head on his lap.
He surrounded my face with his arm, and rested his other hand on my forehead.
I kid you not, this was THE MOST RELAXED FEELING I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. No joke. I have had Valium pre-surgery. I have had every pain pill under the sun. I have smoked weed. I have drank. I am a big fan of pedicures and massages.
NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING has ever come close to putting me in such a completely relaxed state. I felt the tension of my fucked up, chaotic life drain out of me. It was heavenly.
Worthy of a blog post? To me it is. This is MY STORY, and I never want to forget how good that felt.
I already knew he was THE ONE. I already knew that he is who I am supposed to be with. I already knew that I am head over heels in love with him.
And now I know that he is capable of MELLOWING ME OUT?
That fact alone will make him adored by my friends and family when his presence becomes known! FINALLY! Someone who can do what NO ONE has been able to do!
I love him so damn much.
MY FIRST VIDEO!!!!
Hehe, please check it out and let me know what you think. Its super quick, and nothing really exciting, but I think its fun. :) Its very Daddy/lil girl, which I think a lot of you like. As always, I love encouragement, and the more I get, the more I share. I've got tons of pics, so keep checking back. They'll be posted pretty continually. :)
http://www.spankingtube.com/watch/d2c2e53827970f2c2f52/Watch
xoxo
Princess Kelly
PS. Feel free to friend me on spankingtube. I'm going to be posting something I wrote about different spanking social media, and my involvement in it soon. :)
http://www.spankingtube.com/watch/d2c2e53827970f2c2f52/Watch
xoxo
Princess Kelly
PS. Feel free to friend me on spankingtube. I'm going to be posting something I wrote about different spanking social media, and my involvement in it soon. :)
Getting Weisz
Just HAD to post this stunning photo of Rachel Weisz:
i wouldn't mind coming home to find her chilling on my sofa. i'd certainly help her take those boots off. Hmm, then again i'd love her to leave them on...
i wouldn't mind coming home to find her chilling on my sofa. i'd certainly help her take those boots off. Hmm, then again i'd love her to leave them on...
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