I’m hungry for you.
Your mouth, your hands.
Your breath, your soul.
Your mind, your mouth, your cock.
I want you around me, in me, on me, over me, under me.
NEAR ME.
It’s been too very long.
Whitman and I aren’t known for waking-up-in-the-night sex. We ARE known for having sex, (lots of it), and fairly crazy sex (most of the time), and drinking a little (as previously mentioned). As much as we like all of those things, we sort of like to sleep at appropriate times, too.
Not last weekend.
OH MY GOD, what an ongoing, never-ending three day and night tease-fest! As so many weekends do, this one started out with a little drinking, a little playing, a little sex. Whitman brought me to the edge of orgasm with his tongue over and over and over. He had just inserted the big ol’’ Rippler into my wet pussy, which was causing me to moan and cry out as he pressed it into my g-spot, when we heard a car door. Oh no! Teenagers home….Grrrr. That was too much like an audience for me. I reluctantly removed the Rippler and we fucked quietly then went to sleep with Whitman’s cock still inside of me. I love that.
Insomnia struck, and we were up chatting sleepily around 3 a.m. We were chatting about things like me rimming him. You know, the usual things couples talk about in the wee hours of the morning. The next thing I knew, we were fucking. Again. We fucked ourselves right back to sleep. I’m sure we were still talking dirty as we drifted off…
The next afternoon, we were lounging in bed, talking and teasing. I was still fantasizing about Whitman’s ass, and as we talked about it, I teased it with my finger, just pressing gently but not entering, and swirling my spit-coated finger around the sweet pucker like it was my tongue. Nudity ensued, but not nearly enough, and just as we were discussing engaging in a little pegging, ‘ding dong!’ We had company at the door. Talk about a ruined orgasm. THAT ONE was ruined before it started!
Fast forward to 3am again. As we cuddled and spooned, I wriggled my ass closer to Whitman’s cock. After two days of near-miss-orgasms, it just took a split second for me to feel him getting noticeably hard.
“Stop that,” he said, “or I’m going to fuck you.”
“Just rest your cock there. Like a hot dog in a bun…” I said, as I reached behind me to nestle it in place. 
He chuckled softly and growled a little in my ear as he removed his hotdog from my buns and slid it into my pussy. I was still SO FUCKING WET from the two days of teasing, and from his closeness. The feeling was so heavenly, I could have touched myself and had an orgasm in about one second. Apparently this was mutual, because I could hear Whitman’s breathing change, and I knew he was close. I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him in close to me, and as I did, I said, “Don’t cum yet.”
It was a request, not a command, obviously. He let me have my way. I wanted to wait yet ONE MORE DAY so I could a) take advantage of the two-day-long teasing buildup, and b) be fully awake for the event.
The next day I awoke with wet panties and I continued to drip for him all day.
I could hardly wait until we had the house to ourselves.
FINALLY!
Whitman naked: check
His ass propped up high: check
Sexy hard cock in my hand: check
My face buried between his cheeks: check
I ended up sucking him off while stroking his cock with one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand massaging his prostate. And we all slept happily ever after.
Whitman doesn’t often cover me in cum. He did last night.
After some fairly gentle ‘corrections’ of my behavior, I was trying so hard to swallow Whitman’s cock, but I couldn’t take it all. It was exceptionally long, and ROCK HARD. As a matter of fact, the inside of my lip is pinched in two places from being squeezed between a cock and a hard place (namely, my teeth).
I rode his cock, facing his thigh, trying desperately to rub my clit on him to cum. He caught on to this trick rather quickly, and his command not to cum only made me want it more. Reverse cowgirl came with a new set of instructions. Whitman’s extra-hot directive to put my legs UNDER his legs while fucking him was so brilliant. It allowed him to have SUCH DEEP penetration – it felt amazing, but left me nothing to rub against.
He finally pulled me off of him, positioned me on my back, and holding my thighs and ass in the air, he fucked me, and I fucked him back as hard as I could. I wanted his whole self inside of me, not just his cock. (Obviously that didn’t happen.)
I saw his orgasm impending by the look on his face, and I felt it coming as his cock throbbed inside of me. He pulled out. He sprayed me from my pelvis to my collarbones with his warm slippery jizz. I ran my hands up and down my body smearing it everywhere and it just. kept. coming. Afterward, I was so happy to sleep covered in him.
End result: I am SO HORNY TODAY. My breasts are aching, and my cunt is throbbing and soaking wet. I’m not allowed to masturbate until he tells me, and I don’t know when that will be. I need him to fuck me again, but I know that when he returns I will be teased mercilessly and spanked “until his arm grows tired” and be denied his beautiful cock. Is it time yet??
I was talking with Whitman the other day, and (not) shockingly, the conversation turned to sex. It turned to dirty, naughty, what-he-wants-to-do-next sex. He wants to get back to basics. Basic BDSM, that is. I want what he wants. Of course.
“It seems we need some new items,” he said. I agreed. I already know he wants new nipple clamps, but he continued with his shopping list. “We need a cane, and a flogger, and a paddle of some sort.” Most of my spankings have been administered by Whitman’s hands or belt. I love both. “Whoa!” I thought as my panties were instantly soaked at the thought of him wielding a cane. Or a flogger. Or a paddle. Or all of the above.
The sound of Whitman’s voice had changed in a way that I know so well. I instantly knew this was not idle talk or fantasy chat. I WILL be subjected to a serious spanking, among other submissive delights. I can’t wait. Any submissive will tell you that a good submissive session (mental or physical) is a great release. I need it. He needs it.
So. This conversation. Let’s recap: We started talking, Whitman’s voice changed, my panties were wet, and I knew it was time to head on over to EdenFantasys and get shopping!
My Dearest Whitman,
You know I’m very so very submissive, and you know I’m always trying to make sure that you’re getting maximum pleasure. I’m always willing, always game, always ready to play, ready to give or get. Whatever you want, I want. BUT…
I always care. About myself. On some level. Somehow, there’s always my own voice in the back of my mind, wondering if you’ll go further. Wondering how much I can take, wondering if I’m doing a good enough job, whatever we’re up to. Is this going to look silly, sound silly, am I too jiggly? Me, me, me.
I’ve written before about wanting to ‘deepen my submission’ to you. But what does that mean?I want to totally give in to you. I want to spend hours upon hours as only an object for your pleasure and amusement. I want to be your plaything, whatever game you want to play. If it amuses you to do nothing with or to me, then so be it. I want to wait for you. I want to wait ON you.
Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it actually involves some sort of domesticity. Taking care of you…bringing you food, drinks, whatever you need, and then waiting my turn. Hoping there IS a turn. Hoping I do a good job and don’t have to be punished. Some part of me wants to be babied and treated like your sweet plaything. I want to sit at your feet and wait on you to pet my head. I want you to tell me I’m a good girl.
Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves me physically pleasuring you in any and every way you see fit. Bathe your balls with my tongue while you have your morning coffee? Yes, sir. Tongue your ass? Yes, Please. Massage your whole body with fragrant oil? My pleasure, obviously.
Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves being your toy, a totally objectified dirty whore of a spank-toy, fuck-toy, whip-toy, suck-toy, whatever-you-want-to-do-to-me-toy. When you cinch my waist in tight and I can’t fully breathe, you’ll say that’s too bad, which is perfect. I want to have both sets of lips dripping with desire for you, to beg for your cock and be denied. I want you to slap my face for asking. Fill my mouth for talking.
I want to be so deep in my submission to you that I don’t think about myself. I want to be able to give myself physically, mentally, and emotionally to you, right down to the core. Please.
Love Always,
Your Sex Fairy
xxx
WOW. This is one amazing dildo. It’s an amazing size, an amazing design, and oooooh, an amazing pretty grape-popsicle-purple color! Good Vibrations sent this to me in exchange for an honest review, and I can honestly say it’s awesome!
If you like girth and texture, then the Rippler is the toy for you. Available in metallic purple (like mine), emerald green, or black silicone, this is a real beast. At 1 5/8” (at the narrow head) widening to
1 7/8”diameter (near the base) and 7 1/4” long, no matter where you use it, you WILL be filled by the Rippler. The nice curve is perfect for g-spot stimulation, and the namesake ripples increase sensation. The shape is somewhat ‘realistic fantasy phallus’ with its obvious head, but that’s the only similarity to a real penis. The color and the ripples are pure fun!! No veins here!!
The Rippler is easy to use and just as easy to care for. Clean it up before and after use with soap and warm water. Like all high-quality silicone toys, this one is non-porous and sterilizable by boiling or throwing it in the dishwasher (top rack only!) for five minutes or so. The Rippler is a little bit of a lint magnet, but luckily the clear plastic clamshell package that it arrives in would also be great for storage. There are no obvious seams, rough edges or other flaws to get in the way of fucking the orifice of your choice with this toy.
This dildo is strap-on harness compatible, but the Good Vibes site does mention that due to the Rippler’s girth, (in case you missed it) you may need a larger o-ring for your harness. My harness is not an o-ring harness, and this barely fits through the leather opening, and even then I can’t snap the inner panel over the base.
If you plan to use this with a harness, measure carefully first.
If you plan to use it otherwise, get busy!!
I was texting a friend about a gift I’s recently ordered for her. I asked if she had received any packages from me, or really, packages from an “Etsy stranger.”
Except my PHONE, once again, decided to make that phrase better for me. What she saw was me asking if she’s received anything from an EASY STRANGER. I corrected myself, but she thought “easy stranger” sounded better. I had to agree, and decided that might be my Halloween costume this year! I’ve certainly had plenty of practice at it.
I have to wonder if this was a Droidian slip or Freudian slip?? Whitman has been traveling without me, and while I never doubt his love for me, I do know how much he loves variety. That’s just what he needs…and easy stranger!