Is it just me, or is this TOTALLY and UTTERLY wrong?
Nov 222011
Nov 172011
I love sexy lingerie and sexy clothes…you know, like CLUBWEAR. I have sort of a ‘dress problem,’ actually…I keep buying sexy dresses, hoochie dresses, hot tops, stripper shoes and such. This wouldn’t be a problem, except my sexy-clothes addiction outpaces my sexy-places-to-go agenda!
Every year as the holiday party season fires up, I say, “I have more party dresses than I have parties!” This year is no exception. Of course, this sexy sequin overload has not stopped me from ordering this hot number from EdenFantasys, and wish-listing several more. Now I just need to find some hot parties to attend!! Which leads me to this…
It has come to our attention that we don’t get out enough.
SO…Whitman and I are on a mission to make some new friends, or maybe even some new friends-with-benefits. On this New Friends Plan, hopefully we’ll go lots of places for me to wear my new (and existing) collection of smokin’ hot slutwear.
I’m a sexy-dress-aholic, and as addictions go, I guess it’s not a bad one to have. It’s right up there with my addiction to shopping for sex toys, which is also not a bad thing. The good news about both of these "problems" is that the price is right and the service is great at EdenFantasys, and their shipping is lightning-fast! Anything I order will be at my door within a couple of days. Perfect!! Now if any new social engagements come up, I’ll be ready to pick something new with a quickness. Because of course I always need JUST ONE MORE sexy dress!!
Nov 162011
Thanks to a couple nice recommendations we’ve had a rather banner week for visitor stats.
Special shout-out to Koebi at Reddit for calling us an “awesome sex-blog” as well as all our other sexy friends. We love you all. Now come over and get naked with us!
Nov 142011
Part II, continued from HERE,
SexFairy was standing, legs spread, arms leaning against the wall, as her ass reddened from the repeated caning and flogging. The drool was dripping rather steadily from her forced open mouth gag into the metal bowl on the floor. To say I was very admiring of the view is quite an understatement.
Now we had been going here for maybe 30-45 minutes and while I had been hard the entire time, I had not actually directly enjoyed any stimulations myself. So with SexFairy in this bent towards the wall position, I naturally entered her from the rear and fucked her very hard for a few minutes. This made her drool profusely. Imagine how long you’d go with your mouth forced into an open position, while being flogged and fucked. Exactly.
So she deserved a little present. I picked up the bowl of her saliva and poured it into her open mouth. Because yes my whore deserved a drink. Aren’t I thoughtful?
I went back to some more flogging…this time from behind hitting her ass so that the leather straps whipped around her ass and slapped against her dripping pussy and swollen clit. I continued giving her more of this attention until my rock hard cock could take it solo no more. Grabbing the straps of the tight leather corset she was wearing I pulled her around and forced her to her knees. The ring on the gag was far too small for my cock so I removed it, grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and started a nice face fucking session.
Normally she is very obedient and reacts appropriately to my attentions. But as to why this time she failed I am still not sure. Perhaps having her mouth forced open for so long? Perhaps she was just mentally lost? I am not sure. But I felt something I am not supposed to feel when my cock is being forced into her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. I felt her teeth. Yes her teeth against the head of my cock.
“Did you just fucking bite me?” I demanded. “Did you?” She looked at me with a measure of fear in her eyes, shaking her head no. “Oh my fucking god I cannot believe you just bit my cock,” I said. “Now you will pay dearly for this.”
I firmly grabbed her by the corset and pulled her from the floor and pushed her into the bedroom.
…to be continued – [in part three, she is punished]
Nov 112011
As much as I hate to admit it, it happens sometimes: I gag on Whitman’s cock. Even if I try not to, it’s definitely rather large, and he’s into thrusting, and he’s very powerful, and, well…you know… I think he likes it when I gag, and I like what he likes, I’m just terrified I’ll actually vomit one day.
I’m SO going to try THIS the next time I feel a gag coming on…
WHITMAN Comment: I would kind of like to gag her so hard she does puke up on my cock….but maybe not after pizza.
Nov 102011
She stood there in front of me wearing stockings and heels, and nothing else. I told her to turn around.
Around her waist I put the black cincher corset. The straps I pulled very tightly, leaving her only shallow breaths as her lungs compressed against the squeezing force of the leather.
“On the floor slut” I commanded, knowing that there was more than one way to comply. Of course she tried on her knees face up. The reality is no matter how she had complied, I would have told her she had done it wrong. Sometimes I need to create situations where she is guaranteed to fail, so I can then administer the punishments. “On your knees, face down”, I said.
For a minute or so I admired the view. She waited patiently for me to notice. To do something. To give her any kind of attention. I left the room and made myself a drink, taking my time. When I got back to the room, she had not moved. Good girl I thought, but did not say.
“Stand up,” I instructed, which she did with some difficulty in her 5 inch hooker heels.
I walked her to the wall, facing a mirror. I wanted her to see her face. Around her head I put a metal open mouth gag. This was a new item in my box of toys and I was eager to see it’s effect. With a slight gasp she opened her mouth as the metal went between her teeth. The strap I pulled very tight and buckled it in the last hole.
Facing the mirror, I had her step back until she was around 2 feet from the wall. Taking her left hand, I put it against the wall to the left of the mirror. I then did the same with her right hand. She was now forced into a position where her naked ass was bent out for my pleasure. “Spread your legs”, I said. Of course that was followed by “MORE”, which she did until her wet labia was visible glistening between her open legs. So I left the room.
Taking my time I picked up a simple metal bowl, about 6” across, from the kitchen. Then out of my box of toys I carefully selected two more items. One being a leather flogger, about 20” in length with beautiful metal studs on the handle. The other item was plastic cane, about 2 feet in length. Of course, when I got back, she had not moved.
Gently, I let the leather flogger drape against her shoulders, her face, her neck, and then her ass. I pulled it off her skin and paused. As I did her body stiffened as she knew what was coming next. So instead I kissed her, briefly, and then, stepping back, put my full effort into a very long swing hard whip of the flogger against her bare ass. She gasped but said nothing. Perfect.
I kept flogging her for a few minutes, watching her ass redden with each hit. Looking up at her face I notice two things. One, her eyes were closed, in violation of my instruction to keep them open. So I repeated it and she opened her eyes. What she saw in her face was the pleasure and the pain of her flogging and the saliva dripping down her mouth and chin onto the floor. Remember she could not close her mouth with the gag. I said “you had not kept your eyes open and so you will be punished for not strictly doing as I say. But you have also drooled onto the carpet, so this will be taken care of as part of your punishment.” I picked up the metal bowl and put it on the floor where her saliva was dripping. “Don’t let any more spit hit the carpet. It all better drip into the bowl.”
I then went back to behind her and grabbed the cane. This is a very stiff length of hard plastic. It gives very little and being thin it has very little give. Hence, it hurts like hell and can leave quite a nice mark. With carefully aimed hits against her ass, I caned my initial into her ass. The deep red lines were quite appealing to me, and painful to her. She so loves attention. Her lovely letter to me posted here explains that.
…to be continued – [in part two, she does a very bad thing]
Nov 102011
You arrive late in the night from a long, long journey. We hug, then kiss, then collapse on the bed, you on top of me, my arms and legs wrapped around you. I can’t hold you tightly enough. I want to eat you up. Your weight, your smell, your skin feels so familiar, so hot, and yet so comforting. FINALLY.
Just seeing you makes me wet, but now is not the time. We break our embrace and arrange ourselves under the covers, each trying to touch every part of the other with some part of our own. The sound of your breath makes me love you even more. I’m amazed by the feel of your hands roaming over my body, squeezing a handful of breast here, stroking a soft lip there, your hand holding tightly to my waist as we fall asleep breathing the same breath.
Nov 012011
Whitman and I got dressed up for Halloween. I wish I could post a photo, but alas, then we wouldn’t be anonymous sex bloggers anymore, would we??
DAMN, WE LOOKED SEXY!!! I’ll leave it at this:
We were coordinated. I was an assistant wearing a short hot skirt. He was in charge.
(Did I mention how hot we looked??)
We went drinking at a funky little dive bar nearby. This was no strip club or swingers’ bar. 
Just a dive bar.
We got groped by a fairy princess with cotton-candy-blonde hair.
I do mean GROPED.
Thoroughly.
I was doing a little rump-shaking for the blondie as she sat at the bar next to Whitman. (Okay, it was close to a lap dance). Suddenly, I felt fingers from behind make their way into my panties, then fingers inside of my pussy.
I wasn’t really sure if it was the fairy princess or Whitman, but I kept dancing, kept grinding…
Meanwhile, with her other hand, apparently she was giving Whitman a good rubdown through his pants before giving him a taste of my juices on her fingers. She asked him if we were into threesomes, then she disappeared. She probably had some sex-game playing of her own going on with HER date, and we were just sexy little pawns. I guess we’ll never know, but WOW, what a hot moment.