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!

PORN THEATER ADVENTURES

So, even though we had our amazing experience with the swinger's club on Saturday, I was having a Steven craving on Sunday. We had agreed to meet for a quick kiss that evening before he headed home from work, seeing that it was Father's Day and all. He is on vacation all of this week, and we knew that our time and conversations together would be limited.

After writing that post (and masturbating!), I sent him a text message that said I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU AND BE WATCHED.

Now, I figured he would say something like along the lines of that sounds great but won't work today.

Instead he replied by asking if I wanted to go to a porn theater that we have been to before.

Here is the deal with this place. It's skeezy. Somewhere that if you ran into someone you knew, you would just act like you didn't know each other. There are low quality porns playing on the screen, and chairs, couches, and more for people to do WHATEVER on. It's dark, hard to see, and mostly filled with men. Sometimes there are cross dressers, lots of guy/guy action, etc. The first time we went there, we didn't have sex. I gave Steven a blow job...there was another couple that asked us if we wanted to "play" and Steven nicely told them thanks, but no thanks. There is a roped off couple's section that is for couples only...and if you want someone that isn't a couple to join you, you have to go out into the regular part of the theater. So, when there are couples in the couple's section, men will gather around the roped off section and watch (and masturbate).

After that first time of being SO BRAVE, I decided that I could have sex there. It was fun being watched...even though I don't ever really make eye contact with anyone. It is just so NAUGHTY which is the appeal to me. Good Christian/business owning/super moms don't just do stuff like this, right? WRONG!!

So, when we went back a second time, I wore a skirt with crotchless panties underneath. I figured it would be less undressing, less of me exposed, but would be very functional. My sexy man with a perfect body has no issues being fully undressed in front of strangers!

We have gone a handful of times now...each time has been a bit different. A few weeks ago I went for the white skirt, hair up, glasses wearing look...a bit on the naughty side. I have experimented with pig tails another time...It's almost like acting, except we aren't acting. Still, it is a performance. When Steven pulls out of me and shoots his load into my mouth it's quite a show...we have it down to a fairly choreographed routine. It took a few times for me to get used to the idea that people could see me...and I really get into my sex zone where I tune everything out. Apparently one time there was a guy that was adding his two bits the whole time...wanting to see more of me or something. I didn't even notice. We have also had a guy quietly applaud after watching Steve cum in my mouth.

Steven LOVES the sound of his hand smacking my ass and the way it echos in the theater.

To me, what is hot, is how intimate it can be while being so not intimate at all. I know this doesn't make sense, but it is like that to me. It is like it is just the two of us, yet I know we are being watched. Our quiet little conversations that we have while there are punctuated with kisses, and NO ONE KNOWS WHAT WE ARE SAYING. These conversations are a huge turn on for me, and I am not entirely sure why...even if it is just Steven telling me just HOW BRAVE I am.

Maybe it is fulfilling my secret fantasy to be a porn star? An actress?

This last time, Sunday night, I decided to spice it up a bit and add some thigh highs and a garter belt to the "porn theater look"...which, when Steve had me bent over the back of the couch, the straps served as great handles...super hot...

I also am wondering about choking during sex. I LIKE IT. Which shocks me. Steven tried it for the first time awhile ago, and apparently my reaction was enough of a hint that I enjoyed it. I figured out a few months ago that I like having my face slapped too...it was totally a fluke while we were messing around and he lightly smacked my cheek. I WANTED MORE. It's so bizarre how much it turns me on...I would love to hear from others that like this (or choking). When we were at the theater on Sunday, Steve reached around and grabbed me around the neck. It was such a turn on I could hardly contain myself! I am leery of the slapping in public though, which I guess I need to get over. Two consenting adults in a place where all that is sex is acceptable shouldn't concern me. I am not quite totally okay with this yet though.

Going to a place like this was unheard of to me before Steven. I love this aspect of our relationship...I call it our dark side. We both have sides to us that are unconventional, not the "norm", and would shock the hell out of everyone in our real lives. What are the odds that the two of us would find each other? It is so great to be able to explore this side to me that I didn't even know existed. It's liberating too...I get such a high after doing something like this, it is unreal.

I AM SO BRAVE

Masturbation is a beautiful thing!

It's Father's Day, and my husband and the kids just went to an antique car show, which left me ALONE.

And last night, Steven and I had a great time...so great that recapping in my head just now lead my fingers down my jeans, under my thong, where they rubbed and teased until I was breathless and quivering on the couch.

SO...fingers licked clean of my own juices, it's time to type about what was so hot in the first place, don't you think?

We met for dinner and a drink, and of course good conversation. Typical Steven and Missy. After that, we went to this FANTASTIC place that we stumbled upon last week...that is worthy of a separate post. It is this little beach area, that is private, and way amazing. We parked and walked down to it, and sat on a log kissing, watching the water, boats, bridges, etc. Steven unzipped his pants and let me enjoy his cock for awhile...something about the sound of the water, the breeze, and his hard warm tastiness was getting me seriously aroused. I wanted Steven, and he knew it, but that wasn't the place.

We left, unsure of what to do next. We had a couple of hours...and we were aimlessly driving around. We thought about doing something that we had done before...going to a hot tub place, a porn theater, a porn store, etc. Neither one of us were being decisive, and time was wasting.

Steven pulled into the parking lot of a swinger's club and suggested that we check it out. I PANICKED. We had talked about places like this before. Neither one of us have much interest in swapping, we have talked about threesomes here and there. I think the bottom line is that neither one of us has ruled anything out completely. I have done stuff with Steven that I would have NEVER thought I would do...and not only that, I ENJOYED IT. We are both highly adventurous, highly sexual, and the two combined can get interesting.

Steven parked the car and suggested that we go in and look around. He said that we could leave if we didn't like it, but that it might be fun to watch other people and then go into a room by ourselves. I WAS FUCKING SHAKING AT THIS POINT. I started giving him a million reasons why it was a bad idea...I had sand in my shoes from the beach. I was dressed super casual. I wasn't prepared. I hadn't thought about it long enough.

He knows me WAY to well. He pointed out that we had gone to a porn theater and had sex in front of others, and not only did I get over the fact that people were WATCHING us, but I upped my braveness a notch and asked him to take me back a few days later, where I found having sex with him in front of people VERY HOT. I still need to blog about this!

He pointed out that the porn theater was way skeezier than this place, and that because I WAS SO BRAVE, AND THE BRAVEST GIRL HE KNEW, that I could do it.

He had me. And he knew it. He knows that two things make me putty in his hands...telling me how brave I am and referring to me by first and last name...ONLY USING HIS LAST NAME, not mine.

And the adorable brat DID BOTH. "Come on Missy ___________. You are SO BRAVE."

Well, hell. Yes I am!

We went in, asked about membership, and signed up. Steven paid the annual fee and the admittance fee, and we were off.

To me, someone that is DIRECTIONALLY RETARDED, it was like a maze. A big sex maze. Hot tubs (inside and outside), showers, rooms...some with windows, some without. Couches, beds, rooms with porn on, a cage with a sex swing, food, pool tables, a dance floor with a stripper pole (that my goof ball of a man decided to try out for me...he is FEARLESS I tell you).

It was fairly early in the night, and while there were people there, there wasn't much action going on. We wandered the maze, and as time passed, things picked up. A goth looking chic was being blindfolded and cuffed to the cage, while another girl (who, by the way had this GREAT jacket on that I want) started whipping her back. We sat and watched that for a bit, and I was slowly relaxing.

It wasn't skeezy. It was just a bunch of sex freaks, like us! Everyone looked and acted normal, either interacting or minding their own business. In typical Steven fashion, he struck up a conversation with some people, I just listened (secretly beaming because I love this about him...).

There was some serious sex action in one of the rooms...there was a window that you could watch (and listen) through. Originally it was a couple, by the end of our visit it was full blown swapping action that was ENTHUSIASTIC.

We went into a private room and locked the door. There was an aquarium and a red light overhead...just the perfect lighting. Steven immediately stripped, and intermittently took pieces of my clothing off while kissing me (we later agreed that it was seriously great kissing).

When I was down to nothing but my bra, we went at it in typical Steven and Missy fashion. Blow jobs, kissing, him going down on me, me tasting myself off of his lips when he kisses me, him on top, from behind, etc. Seriously, we have ADHD sex, which is the ONLY way to go in my opinion. I never know what will happen next, and we never seem to focus in any one place or position for too long. LOVE THIS!!

We could hear the people in the room next to us having sex, and that made it even hotter. After I had cum several times, Steve asked if he could open our door. I said yes...and so he did.

I have NO IDEA who watched. I was too focused on how amazing his cock felt in me. At one point I glanced up and saw someone standing there, the next time I glanced up there was no one.

When I was GIDDY from great sex, Steven told me he was going to cum in my mouth, and man did he ever! It was more than a swallow for me...I had to gulp and then gulp again, leaving a slight cumstache which he kissed off.

He laid on top of me, his damp skin against mine. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more, and then got dressed.

We peeked in on the serious swapping action next door, and then wandered around a bit more...the cage now had two men and a woman in it, she was in the swing being fucked while sucking on the other guy. And now that I was over the whole SHOCK, it was no big deal. Like watching a porn, live. No big deal, right?

I have a suspicion, just knowing how I am, that I might warm up to this idea even more...the whole being watched thing is exciting to Steven. I am starting to understand that. I have always considered myself open minded, but am becoming even more so...to the point that two men together doesn't phase me, I can understand pain as pleasure, and that great sex can put me in a better mood than I ever thought possible. I am also learning to love my body. I have Steven to thank for this. He loves every inch just the way it is, and I am figuring out that he isn't just saying that. And that it is okay for me to love myself too.

The best thing about all of this, is that being with Steve is like stretching. You think that you have gone as far as you can. However, if you want to, and if you choose to, you can go a bit further. He NEVER pushes anything on me, and if I don't want to do something, that is it. End of conversation. However, he knows that if I just STRETCH, there are things that I would really enjoy. Things that I never would have tried. He has yet to be wrong...even if my legs are shaking, even if I am trying to talk myself out of something, I am ALWAYS glad that I have done it.

And just when I think that we have done it all, he gets this glint in his eyes, this boyish grin that melts my heart, smiles at me, and reminds me that I am SO BRAVE...and we are off on another adventure.

Yep. I am SO BRAVE.