HAPPY 4th OF JULY - SEX, SPARKS, AND MAKING OUR OWN FIREWORKS

We needed each other. More than normal. Steven was on vacation last week, and our time together was much more limited than we are used to.

We got together Tuesday night. I had booked a hotel room, and we decided to order room service and just enjoy our time together. I can not tell you how bad we needed this! We alternated between devouring each other's bodies, eating really great food, watching a bit of TV, and just laying in each other's arms.

The sex was fantastic...it ALWAYS IS, but sometimes it just is particularly mind blowing. We were playing around with new angles, there were a few times when I just felt so good I couldn't even think straight. And Steven was doing something amazing at one point, and it felt SO CRAZY GOOD that I was bordering delusional. He had multiple fingers in me, as many as he could, he might have had one playing with my ass, and one on my clit. It was the most out of control sex feeling that I have ever had. I couldn't do anything but succumb to his fingers and just allow myself to enjoy the intense fire like pleasure that was rushing though my veins. I am totally intrigued by the idea of fisting, and I never have been before. Something about pushing myself to have more in me than I would think is possible is interesting. And I like the feeling of being filled up, hence my preference of having an orgasm with a dick in me. Clitoral orgasms are all fine and dandy, but not ever as good as feeling Steven's hard cock in me while my body spasms around him. Anyway, the sheer pleasure of whatever he was doing with his fingers made me think about this, and may be worth exploring...I haven't talked to Steven about this entirely, so I guess when he reads this I will! The HNT picture (http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hnt-foggy-mirror-fun.html) this week is from that evening, I was naked with my hands against the mirror when Steven shot the picture...we had just gotten out of the shower...mmmm...I love showers with him...

Wednesday night we met up for food and drinks, and then went to our beach...MISSY BEACH. There were more people there than previous visits that we have had, but we wandered further down and found some fantastic secluded areas. We missed the sunset, but we will need to go back and watch it from there...with the camera so we can put some pics on here! It was tons of fun just being together, enjoying our beach, the warm weather, and exploring new possibilities of places we want to hang out at together.

I had figured that I wouldn't see Steven again after that for several days...with the 4th of July holiday and all. However, sweet thing that he is, he was able to get away last night and spend some time with me! We started off by going to some restaurant, where I behaved like a total brat and he decided that we should leave. I wasn't trying to be a pain in the ass...probably the fact that I was hungry and the fact that I was just in a needy mood contributed to my attitude. My beef was that we were seated within inches of two other couples. And if we were a "real" couple and had nothing to hide, great, no problem. However, I just really felt like I wasn't going to be able to really talk to him there, and that I was going to feel like I had to have my guard up the entire time. So, we left. Steven was very sweet and understanding, and we went somewhere that we had been to before, somewhere that was less populated and more relaxing to me. We ate dinner, had a few drinks, and just enjoyed being together. We always have such a good time, it is amazing to me how much we just enjoy BEING TOGETHER.

We had been unsure of what to do with the rest of our evening, we both had agreed that having sex would be nice, so we decided to go to the swinger's club that we had joined a few weeks ago.

We arrived, and it was pretty mellow...some girl was dancing with the stripper pole, but not a whole lot of sex action going on. Just mostly everyone hanging out, being mellow. We wandered around a bit, sat and kissed and talked, and then went off to a private room. Being the tease that he is, Steven got me good and worked up, got me off a few times, and then put his clothes back on and promised me that we would finish later. Hell...he had already made me feel great so no worries from me!

We wandered a bit more, there was this couple there and I swear to you that the guy looked young enough to be my son. It was almost disturbing. Steven said it didn't sound like his voice had changed. He was 20, and was there with a 30 year old woman. They were going at it in the shower...poor guy though, he has to be questioned on his age all of the time!

We made our way back to a private room, and proceeded to have amazing hot sweaty sex. I had a skirt on and Steven was entering me from behind and grabbed the skirt and was able to pull me back into a great position. When we switched and I got on top of him, I was riding his dick and he was moving just enough that we had an incredible rhythm going that was almost too good to be true! I licked my fingers, played with my nipples, and gave in to another wonderful orgasm. After we had been going at it awhile, Steven got on top of me and asked if I wanted to swallow. Um..hello? PLEASE!!

He jumped off me just in time for me to take his hot load in my mouth, but this was ONE BIG LOAD. He just kept cumming and cumming and I needed to swallow but knew I would need to move my mouth away for a second. With an audible gulp I let it slide down my throat, yet ended up taking a shot on the side of my face and near my mouth. I caught the rest, and looked up at my sexy man. I could look at him 24/7 and never, ever get tired of it. His features are so perfect, his mouth so delicious, his smile melts my heart. Seriously, the best looking guy EVER. How did I get so lucky?

We cleaned up, got dressed, and left. I simply can not get enough of Steven! I am feeling like I am at a better place right now than I was a few weeks ago. I have had plenty of external stress that has been hard, and I can't begin to describe what a blessing Steven is to me. He knows just what I need to hear, and when. Sometimes I just need him to talk me through something in this mesmerizing, quiet voice that he gets, and all of a sudden everything seems okay. I have such a sense of calm right now with our relationship...I am accepting that what we have is okay for right now. I am at peace because I know that while we have our stupid disagreements here and there, we are solid. We are both strong willed people, and there are obvious sparks between us. Most of the time they are great sparks, sometimes they aren't. I would so rather have the sparks than the smoldering ashes that my marriage has become. And he challenges me. Stands on his own. Pushes me. I need this. I need a strong person. I have stopped feeling panicky about our future, because there is no doubt in my mind that we have a future. And that is all I need to know. I don't need to know what it looks like, when it is, how we will get there. I just need to know that it will happen. And I do.

Lastly, I know without a doubt that Steven will stand by me through anything. He already has. In the short time that we have been together, I have personally had some pretty substantial things happen. One was finding out that I had a cantaloupe sized ovarian cyst only a month into our relationship. He wasn't phased, he simply said something along the lines of "surgery happens" and was there for me through the entire thing. He snuck in to the hospital to see me the night after my surgery, left me sweet messages and emails, snuck over to see me at home when I was released from the hospital. YES...we didn't adhere to the no sex for 6 weeks thing, but we were careful...and it wasn't an issue. I have had some other personal challenges lately, and with his sweet calming voice he has helped me to focus on the light at the end of the tunnel.

I honestly can not see myself with out Steven. He is EXACTLY what I needed and wanted.

Happy 4th of July to all of you...I know that I am so thankful for the one that I make fireworks with as much as possible!

H.N.T. - FOGGY MIRROR FUN

Aren't mirrors the BEST? We had a wonderful evening in a hotel room Tuesday night...I will post the details soon. Here is just a foggy glimpse of our time together!

FOGGY HAND PRINTS, WINDOWS, and LUBE..OH MY!

It is some crazy early time in the morning...maybe 4 am? We have stayed the night together at a hotel on the river. Our room is on a corner, with big windows looking out. We have enjoyed an evening of dinner and drinks, and sex of course. I was fighting a cold, and tossed and turned a bunch, paranoid that I would snore a bunch and keep Steve awake. We both woke up at some point...it was still dark out, and we had gotten a little bit of sleep. Without much conversation, we began again. Touching, kissing...

After a little bit, Steve told me to get up. I LOVE WHEN HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO. I need to write more on this, because I like it so much. I really enjoy getting to stop being in charge for one part of my life, and to just hand over complete trust to him. So, I get out of bed. He directs me over to one of the large windows in our room. You can see the bridge, lights, the water, the darkness of the night. I stand next to one of the floor to ceiling windows, both of us naked.

Steven directs me, to put my hands up above me on the window, and he proceeds to enter me from behind. The cold glass fogged up around my warm hands, I could watch his body moving in and out of mine in the reflection of the glass. It felt so good, and so daring at the same time. The hotel we were in had a large event they were hosting that weekend, some sort of dog thing was going on. At one point we were both very aware that someone was walking their dog below us on the ground (we were on the 2nd floor), and could have looked up and watched the whole thing. For all I know, they did see us. We didn't care.

We continued this for awhile, while I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm...Steve's fingers moved around my body. On my hips, back, ass, around front to tweak my nipples, and then to stick his fingers in my mouth.

This whole thing was without conversation, other than when he told me to go to the window. When we moved back to the bed, we giggled at my hand prints that were left on the glass, and the fact that if the windows weren't cleaned, the hand prints would appear if the light was just right or if the room was foggy from the shower.

I grabbed some lube and began massaging Steve's hard cock. I slowly dripped some lube down on his balls, and played with those too. I was still naked, cuddled up next to his warm body, still feeling shaky from multiple orgasms, and in a bit of a fog. We had talked about ass play, prostate massage, and things of that nature at some point early in our relationship, and I knew that licking or touching Steve's ass turned him on. I slowly began doing this with my warm, slippery hand, using my other hand to stroke his cock. I was maintaining eye contact with him, reading his face, determining which direction to go by his reaction. He was so calm, so peaceful, yet so aroused looking.

I toyed with inserting a finger into him, and he nodded. Still stroking him, and fondling his balls, I moved my finger inside a little bit more. By his reaction, he was enjoying this. I continued my finger a bit more, and knew I had hit the spot. I gently moved the tip of my finger around inside him as his arousal and excitement grew. He grabbed his throbbing cock and began stroking it himself, while my finger action and ball rubbing continued.

With insane intensity, he came, shooting cum all over his chest in an incredible orgasm. He lay there breathing hard, almost stunned by it all. I gently removed my finger, and laid next to him, smirking. This was one of the hottest sexual experiences I have ever been a part of. There was such a mix of feelings that went with it. It was something new. It was a bit taboo. It was very, very intimate. It was sweet. Watching him experience such pleasure was moving to the point that I could have gotten teary eyed. It was overwhelming, tender, and amazing.

We laid there together, both in a post sex haze. After a bit, we got up and took a shower together, and then got back into bed without totally drying off. We curled up next to each other, kissing and murmuring about how amazing the whole thing was, and laughing at my hand prints. We dozed off in each others arms, both feeling complete and content beyond words.

If you look at the picture at the top of this blog, you will now understand the meaning behind it. Foggy hand prints on a window are AMAZING.