I woke up an hour ago, and while listening to the rain from the coziness of my bed, I started thinking.
Thinking about how filled with hope that I am right now. Thinking about how bright the future seems.
Thinking that the rain, and beginnings of Fall in the air are symbolic of another season that Steven and I will be together.
Thinking that when this started, it was Winter. Thinking that the 7th of September marks 7 months of this roller coaster ride that I am so very thankful for.
Thinking that when I saw him last night, he looked super yummy.
Thinking that when we walked on OUR BEACH in the dark last night, holding hands, that I wanted time to stop.
Thinking that when when I was on my knees in the sand, the light drizzle of rain falling, the sound of the water rippling, and the warmth and hardness of his cock in my mouth that life seemed pretty much perfect in that moment.
Thinking that when the rain started coming down harder, that moving under some trees was a good idea.
Thinking that being bent over, hands against the moss on an old tree, a branch tangled in my hair, and feeling Steven slide into me was amazing. It's a height thing.
Thinking that I can't WAIT to be US. Totally and completely US. To be as intertwined with each other's lives as you can possibly be.
Thinking that weekly we become more a part of the real lives that the other leads. We learn more. Feel more. Think more. Plan more. Share more. Experience more.
Thinking that I am head over heels in love with Steven.
Thinking that I am pretty darn fortunate.
Thinking that I am excited for our future and what it holds.
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Showing posts with label IT'S A HEIGHT THING. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IT'S A HEIGHT THING. Show all posts
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
H.N.T. - IT"S A HEIGHT THING
It's a height thing that makes sex in various positions and places work for us. It is also a height thing that allows our feet to cuddle after amazing sex.
Monday, June 29, 2009
BEND ME OVER YOUR DESK AGAIN...PLEASE
Steve told me early on that he had a work fantasy...one that we needed to take care of.
Being how I am, I enthusiastically agreed! He wanted me in his office and bent over his desk. He wanted to go to work and KNOW that he had fucked me there.
The first time it happened, I arrived when it was after his work hours. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, with a black blazer over it. We kissed and touched and kissed some more, and then I got on my knees while he was sitting in his chair and took his hard cock in my mouth. Mmmmm....
Minutes later he told me to pull down my jeans. YES SIR! He knows that I like it (and am turned on) when he gets bossy. Steven turned me around, bent me over his desk, and slid into me (again...a height thing!). As I felt my own pleasure rapidly increasing, he grabbed my hair and gave my ass a nice slap...and I was lost in that orgasmic place that is indescribable. When I came back to reality, I lifted my face up and looked straight ahead. It was then that I realized what Steven was doing.
He was watching the whole thing in the window that was across from me. Don't worry, it wasn't an outside window...just an office window.
He had an excellent view of me, bent over his desk, while he was thrusting in and out of me. And he LIKED it! And so did I! It was so daring, so naughty, and so hot. To know that he would come in to work the next day and remember my bare ass pressed up against him, my hair in his hand, My upper body sprawled across his desk...how amazing is that!? And just to prove how jaded I am, his family picture staring at me didn't phase me for a second. Hey, I have been honest about my "dark" side, right?
He varied his speed, slower, faster, teasing me to another orgasm. When my legs were literally shaking from feeling so good, he whipped me around and informed me that he wanted to cum in my mouth.
NOT ENOUGH NOTICE THERE STEVEN! My shaky legs, lack of warning, and the fact that I had pants around my ankles slowed me down. I knelt down and had my mouth *this* close to his throbbing cock, just in time to take a nice shot down the front of my jacket. I surrounded him with my mouth and caught the rest of the load, meanwhile trying not to laugh. How can you NOT laugh about spastic cum flying at you? Thankfully I had a shirt on underneath and wasn't worried about going home with a mysterious spooge stain on me...
This was the first of several office sex sessions...and I am sure there are plenty more to come. The second time I arrived wearing a dress...Steven had only seen me in pants at this point. I had on a dress that were a couple of his favorite colors on me...the perfect shoes/purse/accessories to go with it, etc. I walked in, and he was excited to see me and to see me dressed up more than normal. When it was after hours and we started messing around he could hardly stand it when he took a peak at what was under the dress. For some reason, the particular thong I had on made him crazy. Never mind that it coordinated with the dress perfectly! Within minutes I was bent over his desk. dress over my hips, and the thong pushed aside while he fucked me, and fucked me GOOD.
The third time was crazier...it wasn't in his office, but was somewhere that is part of his workplace. I can't get into details. I was wearing jeans and a cute sparkly halter top and had plans that evening with girlfriends from childhood. We were going out that night, it was the first time that the three of us had done this in a long time. And, I love these girls, but have always felt inferior with them. Insecure for various reasons. We all live in different cities, etc. SO...I stopped in to see Steven before the girls and I met up. It was one of those times where you just have to have each other, and fast. No messing around, minimal clothes removed, just fast and furious sex. Never mind that it was during the afternoon, a bit riskier, and I had somewhere to be. Let's just say that we weren't anywhere to adequately deal with the aftermath, and I spent the evening with my girlfriends in panties that were soaking wet. AND IT WAS A HUGE TURN ON...it was so naughty! One friend was being her self righteous self, the other was talking about her "almost" affair that she "almost" had, and meanwhile I am sneaking text messages to Steven and can feel the moisture between my legs from our encounter. And I looked at these girls, both skinny, both "supposedly" happily married, both without kids, and for the FIRST TIME I felt like I was the one that was better off.
I looked at one that was unemployed and teetering on the edge of marital issues, and the other that is obviously hiding SOMETHING behind all of her external perfection, and I felt good.
I have boobs and an ass because I am not skinny. I have kids that give me more pleasure than these girls even know is possible. I have a spiritual side that they are lacking. I have accomplished more than I have fucked up. Yes, I have a jacked up marriage, I will give them that, but you know what else I have?
An AMAZING man that has come into my life, and is not only my best friend, but the most amazing lover I have ever had. Someone that is so in tune with me, and we are so in tune with each other, that finishing each other's sentences is common. Someone that understands me like no one ever has. Someone that I am learning with, exploring with, and having fun with. Someone that is showing me what a good relationship feels like. What LOVE feels like.
And I have known that I have all of this in Steven...yet, cum soaked panties while being out with the girls was like a constant reminder. A reminder of what I have, the happiness that I have, the love that I have.
Whatever it takes, right?
Being how I am, I enthusiastically agreed! He wanted me in his office and bent over his desk. He wanted to go to work and KNOW that he had fucked me there.
The first time it happened, I arrived when it was after his work hours. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, with a black blazer over it. We kissed and touched and kissed some more, and then I got on my knees while he was sitting in his chair and took his hard cock in my mouth. Mmmmm....
Minutes later he told me to pull down my jeans. YES SIR! He knows that I like it (and am turned on) when he gets bossy. Steven turned me around, bent me over his desk, and slid into me (again...a height thing!). As I felt my own pleasure rapidly increasing, he grabbed my hair and gave my ass a nice slap...and I was lost in that orgasmic place that is indescribable. When I came back to reality, I lifted my face up and looked straight ahead. It was then that I realized what Steven was doing.
He was watching the whole thing in the window that was across from me. Don't worry, it wasn't an outside window...just an office window.
He had an excellent view of me, bent over his desk, while he was thrusting in and out of me. And he LIKED it! And so did I! It was so daring, so naughty, and so hot. To know that he would come in to work the next day and remember my bare ass pressed up against him, my hair in his hand, My upper body sprawled across his desk...how amazing is that!? And just to prove how jaded I am, his family picture staring at me didn't phase me for a second. Hey, I have been honest about my "dark" side, right?
He varied his speed, slower, faster, teasing me to another orgasm. When my legs were literally shaking from feeling so good, he whipped me around and informed me that he wanted to cum in my mouth.
NOT ENOUGH NOTICE THERE STEVEN! My shaky legs, lack of warning, and the fact that I had pants around my ankles slowed me down. I knelt down and had my mouth *this* close to his throbbing cock, just in time to take a nice shot down the front of my jacket. I surrounded him with my mouth and caught the rest of the load, meanwhile trying not to laugh. How can you NOT laugh about spastic cum flying at you? Thankfully I had a shirt on underneath and wasn't worried about going home with a mysterious spooge stain on me...
This was the first of several office sex sessions...and I am sure there are plenty more to come. The second time I arrived wearing a dress...Steven had only seen me in pants at this point. I had on a dress that were a couple of his favorite colors on me...the perfect shoes/purse/accessories to go with it, etc. I walked in, and he was excited to see me and to see me dressed up more than normal. When it was after hours and we started messing around he could hardly stand it when he took a peak at what was under the dress. For some reason, the particular thong I had on made him crazy. Never mind that it coordinated with the dress perfectly! Within minutes I was bent over his desk. dress over my hips, and the thong pushed aside while he fucked me, and fucked me GOOD.
The third time was crazier...it wasn't in his office, but was somewhere that is part of his workplace. I can't get into details. I was wearing jeans and a cute sparkly halter top and had plans that evening with girlfriends from childhood. We were going out that night, it was the first time that the three of us had done this in a long time. And, I love these girls, but have always felt inferior with them. Insecure for various reasons. We all live in different cities, etc. SO...I stopped in to see Steven before the girls and I met up. It was one of those times where you just have to have each other, and fast. No messing around, minimal clothes removed, just fast and furious sex. Never mind that it was during the afternoon, a bit riskier, and I had somewhere to be. Let's just say that we weren't anywhere to adequately deal with the aftermath, and I spent the evening with my girlfriends in panties that were soaking wet. AND IT WAS A HUGE TURN ON...it was so naughty! One friend was being her self righteous self, the other was talking about her "almost" affair that she "almost" had, and meanwhile I am sneaking text messages to Steven and can feel the moisture between my legs from our encounter. And I looked at these girls, both skinny, both "supposedly" happily married, both without kids, and for the FIRST TIME I felt like I was the one that was better off.
I looked at one that was unemployed and teetering on the edge of marital issues, and the other that is obviously hiding SOMETHING behind all of her external perfection, and I felt good.
I have boobs and an ass because I am not skinny. I have kids that give me more pleasure than these girls even know is possible. I have a spiritual side that they are lacking. I have accomplished more than I have fucked up. Yes, I have a jacked up marriage, I will give them that, but you know what else I have?
An AMAZING man that has come into my life, and is not only my best friend, but the most amazing lover I have ever had. Someone that is so in tune with me, and we are so in tune with each other, that finishing each other's sentences is common. Someone that understands me like no one ever has. Someone that I am learning with, exploring with, and having fun with. Someone that is showing me what a good relationship feels like. What LOVE feels like.
And I have known that I have all of this in Steven...yet, cum soaked panties while being out with the girls was like a constant reminder. A reminder of what I have, the happiness that I have, the love that I have.
Whatever it takes, right?
Friday, June 26, 2009
IT'S A HEIGHT THING
Have you ever had something so random be so exciting?
This may sound crazy, but I am positively GIDDY over my height and Steven's height and how we seem to just FIT TOGETHER LIKE I NEVER KNEW POSSIBLE.
I know there are tons of girls out there that want their men taller than them. Okay, fine. I have NEVER cared, and have been with men that are a wide range of heights. My husband is 7 inches taller than me, and it has never bugged me. Until now.
Steven and I are basically the same height. And I think that it is the MOST AMAZING THING. Ever. And I am finding more and more reasons to love it as our relationship grows.
The first time I hugged him, it felt so right. And when I shocked the hell out of him by kissing him within minutes of our first meeting, it wasn't even an option in my mind to NOT kiss him. HIS LIPS WERE RIGHT THERE. And his lips are crazy hot (look at yesterday's HNT post...you will surely agree).
The first time we were in a bed together, I remember thinking that I liked that our feet touched. And then when I went home to my husband, it bugged me that my feet touched his legs when I was laying next to him. I liked the foot to foot feeling so much better.
As our sex life has grown to include different places, I am really digging the height thing! When I had my hands up against the glass in a hotel room overlooking the river (http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/foggy-hand-prints-windows-and-lubeoh-my.html), it worked because of our heights. We have figured out the perfect bed height for us is one that hits right at my hip bones, I can bend over it and it makes for some great sex. The hood of my MOMMY MINIVAN is a great height also, a little bend and sticking my ass out puts Steven at an angle that feels fucking fantastic.
It took us a few months to "get" why it was so great. And then Steven pointed out that we are the perfect heights for each other. Now, I know plenty of people that are having hot sex and they are different heights than their partner, but STILL. For us this is just super fun and super hot!
The other night Steven and I met up for a few hours. We had a few drinks, and then decided to go to OUR BEACH (he calls it MISSY BEACH). The sun had set, and we drove to this dead end road where we can access this beach. The end of the dead end road has a perpetual mud puddle that varies in size depending on the amount of rain that has fallen lately. We dubbed this LAKE __________ (Steve's last name). We have sat and talked in the car by our lake, danced by our lake, goofed off by our lake, and this is where he bent me over my minivan recently.
The great thing about an extramarital relationship is that you have to GET CREATIVE. Yes, there are days that I just wish that we could be NORMAL, like a NORMAL couple, and have a house, and be able to just be together without having to think through the logistics (I can't complain though because Steven is the master of logistics). However, it is pretty hot that we have to think outside of the box, get creative, and because of that, it ups the excitement of our relationship tremendously. I have a feeling that no matter what though, we would always be daring and exciting. We are just those kind of people...we will probably be senior citizens and having crazy sex at porn stores and outdoors.
So, we go to our beach. I was a little freaked out after Steven mentioned watching out for "bad guys" and he got a kick out of making me scream by pointing out "scary" stuff that wasn't even really scary, it was just dark and everything gets spookier in the dark!
We got down to the water, where we could see part of the city, boats, trains, etc. Steven took off his shoes and put his feet in the water, and then took a giant stick and wrote I LOVE MISSY in the sand. He did this once before at a lake that we sometimes go to, and when he did it I told him that he was the first person to ever write that they loved me in the sand. He seemed shocked, but it was the honest truth. I rolled up my jeans, took my flip flops off, and put my toes in the cold water. We held on to each other, and began passionately kissing. Steven's fingers made their way underneath my pink cherry boy short panties, where he began touching me with such precision that my legs felt weak. We made our way over to a log, where I insisted on having his cock in my mouth RIGHT NOW.
I sucked and touched and looked up at Steve. I had him straddle the log, where I continued to enjoy every inch of him in my mouth (I swear it does as much for me as it does for him...such a turn on!). He reached in my shirt and found my nipples, and if FELT SO GOOD. I stopped sucking long enough to remove my shirt and bra, and let the cool night air and his hands caress my skin. He placed his hard cock between my breasts, and thrust between them while I squeezed them together. Then back in my mouth he went! When we both were so worked up that we could hardly stand it, he had me drop my jeans and panties, and bend over.
I placed my hands on the log, well aware that anyone in a passing boat or train would get a full on view of my ass and naked upper body. Within seconds I was *trying* to grab on to something, anything as I came...I have this habit of almost flailing my hands and arms, unsure of what to do with them, unaware of my upper body and I JUST WANT TO GRAB SOMETHING. Unfortunately, this large log wasn't especially GRABBABLE, so I think I smacked it or something. HE FELT SO GOOD!!
I came a second time (maybe a 3rd?) and could feel Steven getting close. His already huge cock felt almost TOO big as it throbbed inside of me. He informed me that he was going to cum in me (last chance to say NO! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH!) and I nodded, and so he did. He held me (still bent over the log) and we both reveled in our BRAVENESS and the excitement of "OUR BEACH" and how we could seriously bring blankets and get lost in each other and the beauty of being outside.
When he pulled out of me I had that UH-OH MOMENT of knowing that if I didn't do something FAST that his tastiness would be running down my leg momentarily. I laughed and sat my bare ass down on the log...and grabbed a tank top that I had been wearing under my shirt and that worked just fine (note to self...think about this before more beach sex...or INSIST on swallowing...oohhhh it makes me want some NOW just thinking about it...).
We sat and kissed and talked and slowly got dressed and made our way back to the car, still marveling about how HOT THAT WAS and how we HAD TO DO THAT AGAIN, and SOON.
After we parted ways, Steven sent me a text message that said "A BLANKET, OUR BEACH, AND FOOD...OH, THE POSSIBILITIES..."
Yes baby, the possibilities are SO there. Yes, it's a STEVE THING. Yes, it's a MISSY THING. And most of all, it is an US THING. However....it is so totally a HEIGHT THING too!
This may sound crazy, but I am positively GIDDY over my height and Steven's height and how we seem to just FIT TOGETHER LIKE I NEVER KNEW POSSIBLE.
I know there are tons of girls out there that want their men taller than them. Okay, fine. I have NEVER cared, and have been with men that are a wide range of heights. My husband is 7 inches taller than me, and it has never bugged me. Until now.
Steven and I are basically the same height. And I think that it is the MOST AMAZING THING. Ever. And I am finding more and more reasons to love it as our relationship grows.
The first time I hugged him, it felt so right. And when I shocked the hell out of him by kissing him within minutes of our first meeting, it wasn't even an option in my mind to NOT kiss him. HIS LIPS WERE RIGHT THERE. And his lips are crazy hot (look at yesterday's HNT post...you will surely agree).
The first time we were in a bed together, I remember thinking that I liked that our feet touched. And then when I went home to my husband, it bugged me that my feet touched his legs when I was laying next to him. I liked the foot to foot feeling so much better.
As our sex life has grown to include different places, I am really digging the height thing! When I had my hands up against the glass in a hotel room overlooking the river (http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/foggy-hand-prints-windows-and-lubeoh-my.html), it worked because of our heights. We have figured out the perfect bed height for us is one that hits right at my hip bones, I can bend over it and it makes for some great sex. The hood of my MOMMY MINIVAN is a great height also, a little bend and sticking my ass out puts Steven at an angle that feels fucking fantastic.
It took us a few months to "get" why it was so great. And then Steven pointed out that we are the perfect heights for each other. Now, I know plenty of people that are having hot sex and they are different heights than their partner, but STILL. For us this is just super fun and super hot!
The other night Steven and I met up for a few hours. We had a few drinks, and then decided to go to OUR BEACH (he calls it MISSY BEACH). The sun had set, and we drove to this dead end road where we can access this beach. The end of the dead end road has a perpetual mud puddle that varies in size depending on the amount of rain that has fallen lately. We dubbed this LAKE __________ (Steve's last name). We have sat and talked in the car by our lake, danced by our lake, goofed off by our lake, and this is where he bent me over my minivan recently.
The great thing about an extramarital relationship is that you have to GET CREATIVE. Yes, there are days that I just wish that we could be NORMAL, like a NORMAL couple, and have a house, and be able to just be together without having to think through the logistics (I can't complain though because Steven is the master of logistics). However, it is pretty hot that we have to think outside of the box, get creative, and because of that, it ups the excitement of our relationship tremendously. I have a feeling that no matter what though, we would always be daring and exciting. We are just those kind of people...we will probably be senior citizens and having crazy sex at porn stores and outdoors.
So, we go to our beach. I was a little freaked out after Steven mentioned watching out for "bad guys" and he got a kick out of making me scream by pointing out "scary" stuff that wasn't even really scary, it was just dark and everything gets spookier in the dark!
We got down to the water, where we could see part of the city, boats, trains, etc. Steven took off his shoes and put his feet in the water, and then took a giant stick and wrote I LOVE MISSY in the sand. He did this once before at a lake that we sometimes go to, and when he did it I told him that he was the first person to ever write that they loved me in the sand. He seemed shocked, but it was the honest truth. I rolled up my jeans, took my flip flops off, and put my toes in the cold water. We held on to each other, and began passionately kissing. Steven's fingers made their way underneath my pink cherry boy short panties, where he began touching me with such precision that my legs felt weak. We made our way over to a log, where I insisted on having his cock in my mouth RIGHT NOW.
I sucked and touched and looked up at Steve. I had him straddle the log, where I continued to enjoy every inch of him in my mouth (I swear it does as much for me as it does for him...such a turn on!). He reached in my shirt and found my nipples, and if FELT SO GOOD. I stopped sucking long enough to remove my shirt and bra, and let the cool night air and his hands caress my skin. He placed his hard cock between my breasts, and thrust between them while I squeezed them together. Then back in my mouth he went! When we both were so worked up that we could hardly stand it, he had me drop my jeans and panties, and bend over.
I placed my hands on the log, well aware that anyone in a passing boat or train would get a full on view of my ass and naked upper body. Within seconds I was *trying* to grab on to something, anything as I came...I have this habit of almost flailing my hands and arms, unsure of what to do with them, unaware of my upper body and I JUST WANT TO GRAB SOMETHING. Unfortunately, this large log wasn't especially GRABBABLE, so I think I smacked it or something. HE FELT SO GOOD!!
I came a second time (maybe a 3rd?) and could feel Steven getting close. His already huge cock felt almost TOO big as it throbbed inside of me. He informed me that he was going to cum in me (last chance to say NO! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH!) and I nodded, and so he did. He held me (still bent over the log) and we both reveled in our BRAVENESS and the excitement of "OUR BEACH" and how we could seriously bring blankets and get lost in each other and the beauty of being outside.
When he pulled out of me I had that UH-OH MOMENT of knowing that if I didn't do something FAST that his tastiness would be running down my leg momentarily. I laughed and sat my bare ass down on the log...and grabbed a tank top that I had been wearing under my shirt and that worked just fine (note to self...think about this before more beach sex...or INSIST on swallowing...oohhhh it makes me want some NOW just thinking about it...).
We sat and kissed and talked and slowly got dressed and made our way back to the car, still marveling about how HOT THAT WAS and how we HAD TO DO THAT AGAIN, and SOON.
After we parted ways, Steven sent me a text message that said "A BLANKET, OUR BEACH, AND FOOD...OH, THE POSSIBILITIES..."
Yes baby, the possibilities are SO there. Yes, it's a STEVE THING. Yes, it's a MISSY THING. And most of all, it is an US THING. However....it is so totally a HEIGHT THING too!
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