It’s stuck in the play position

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Jan 302012
 

The last couple weeks, we’ve had some interesting encounters, both promising and not so promising which generated  four lines that seemed to somehow sum up the events.

“I’m not going to apologize for fucking her too hard”

“I’m not going to apologize for having a big dick”

“You can finger my beer, if you want to”

“It’s stuck in the play position”

The first two, about not apologizing relate to the same event, which SexFairy wrote about just recently in her post “Who’s Your Daddy?”. I loved the sex. Fucking this young blonde while Girl fucked hardSexFairy brought us cocktails, admired from the side of the bed, and even helped put my cock BACK inside the girl’s very wet pussy, was all in all amazing. The girl said afterward that she was in some pain from my fucking her so hard. My first thought, said out loud to SexFairy was “I’m not going to apologize for fucking her too hard.” Later on as we talked about it more, I rephrased to “I’m not going to apologize for having a big dick.” Really, who should apologize for that?!

Naked redhead with beerThe next lines came more recently. We met this fantastic couple (we first met them a few months ago, just for drinks) again this weekend. Our first round of drinks came and the woman’s beer had a little fly floating in it, which she removed. Then we noticed a second little fly and I felt compelled to get it out for her. I hesitated remembering it wasn’t my beer that I was about to put my finger into, when she said  “You can finger my beer, if you want to.” I passed, on the beer at least.

We four soon found ourselves in the back corner of a dimly lit bar, being well served more rounds of drinks (sans flies). In no time, I had my hand rubbing her crotch as he rubbed SexFairy’s crotch. The girls each exposed their pretty labias. And we played a round of everyone hold everyone else’s breasts. Somewhere along the way one of us said  “It’s stuck in the play position,” which we all thought was really funny, though neither SexFairy nor I can recall why! The line certainly was a nice overview of the four of us talking sex and flirting and playing (albeit in public), as well as our times to come.

We hope to see this couple again, very very soon. And next time, in a significantly more private atmosphere, with fewer clothes.

Sex Fairy’s Bedtime Story

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Jan 272012
 

We’ve had a lot going on over the past couple of weeks. Whitman and I are moving into a new place. We ran into a sexy new variation of Dom/sub. (New to our relationship, anyway.) All of this DaddyDom talk (and the two-hour show, of course) has me a little worked up. We’re nearly the same age, but I want to be Whitman’s little girl. At least some of the time. Like now.

As I was going to sleep last night, this fantasy flitted through my mind:

I saw myself wearing my blue ruffle-butt panties and matching blue bra. Whitman and I are hugging in the middle of the big empty living room, because we’re only halfway moved in. It has been a long day of working and cleaning, and this hug feels like dessert. My arms are around his waist, and my cheek is to his broad chest. “I like our new house, Daddy, thank you,” I murmur into his chest hair as he strokes my head and neck.
“You’re welcome, Little Girl.”
”But I might be scared to sleep by myself in this big house, Daddy.”
(This is totally a tease; I want to be taken to bed by him.)
“Don’t worry, Love, I’ll be with you, he says.”
Daddy takes me to bed and says he will rub my back until I go to sleep. He strokes my back, my neck, and my hair gently, but soon his hand starts to trail lower, grazing my ass lightly. Lower still on the next pass, his hand is moving gradually between my legs…I squirm a little and whimper.coi1114-10

There’s no innocence about me. I know what he’s doing and I like it as he climbs on top of me, his weight bearing down on my back, making it hard for me to take a full breath. I shiver in anticipation as his hand slides over my mouth. My pussy is drenched. He slowly slides his big hard cock into me and I whimper again.  His warm breath is in my ear. He smells like brown liquor – like a man. He tells me softly in my ear not to be scared, that he will always take care of me.

Who’s Your Daddy?

 Fairy Dust, whoregasm  1 Response »
Jan 262012
 

So. They played.

It was fun. They played, I watched, I facilitated a little, just a touch or a helping hand here and there. It was amazing to see Whitman so turned on and feeling like a king. He was in charge of two hot ladies, and what man wouldn’t love THAT? I find Whitman to be the sexiest man alive normally, and that was just amplified in this case.

I’m OK with the sex, and the daddy/girl dynamic was truly very sexy. Actually I’m more than OK with the sex. I liked it. I liked seeing Whitman spanking her young pale ass. I liked hearing her whimper when he did. I loved seeing him fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. When she moved to put her feet on his shoulders as he fucked her, I warned her in a quietly sing-song voice, “It’s going to huuuurt…”
I don’t think she believed me.
Until it was over.

There’s no polyamory for me here, though. I’m not comfortable with them having a “side” relationship (any relationship…?).  Nor has he indicated an interest in one, but there’s no real place for me in the sex that they have. She’s straight and just wants daddy. I’m mostly straight, and I don’t want a little girl, so from where I sit, this goes nowhere. Next??

I’m not sure how this will play out, but I’m a little exhausted by it already. I’m not too exhausted to have sex, though. Is it time to go home yet?

Opening Myself

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Jan 192012
 

This is the start of a new chapter in the story of Whitman and Sex Fairy.

I have written before about my desire to be willing to share Whitman with other women. I KNOW he needs more sexually than any one person can ever give him. (Yes, even if that one person is ME, the Amazing Sex Fairy!!) He needs more, he needs different, he needs new. I often question (on this blog, in my mind, and out loud to anyone who will listen) whether monogamy is even a realistic concept.
I struggle.

We’ve recently encountered a young girl (okay, not a girl, but she is much younger than us) that Whitman would like to play with. It’s mutual. She wants to play with him. She wants a ‘Daddy,’ which was completely off my sex radar, but it now seems suddenly very, very hot, and totally fascinating. It makes perfect sense. Although we’ve never done any age play, Whitman is already very much a dominant in the “Daddy Dom” mold. It’s incredibly sexy. I want this experience for him. I want it for him very much.

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The three of us are talking. It’s hugely erotic, and off-the-charts arousing. It’s all horny, all the time around here these days.  We’re going to play together, but I have a vision (or is it just a wish?) in my heart and mind that I can let this blossom into a loving relationship for the two of them, or maybe the three of us. I’m not sure though. Do I really have it in me to be polyamorous?? Do I really want to? I am, after all, an only child and not used to sharing. Can I even open my heart up in this way? Would it be easier to let them have their own time together? Easier for me? Easier for them? My greatest fear in opening up to other people is that I will lose Whitman to someone he likes better…some as yet unknown phantom lover. (Of course this could happen whether I open up or not, right?) This gnawing fear makes it hard to open completely, as much as I want to. Perhaps I can open up, but can I let go?

The feeling of being excited for him as his brain is awash in the hormones of new attraction is amazing. I, too, am overcome by the excitement of novelty. By sharing our thoughts and experiences, it’s like something is being added to our relationship, rather than something being taken away. If either of us felt the need to hide our feelings and desires (and yes, fears), then it would seem like a takeaway. However, the reality is that he’s  a little distracted by horniness and excitement right now, (who wouldn’t be?) and in THAT sense it feels like a little bit of our relationship has been taken away.

Opening up. Am I inviting more love, or inviting disaster?

Bound to Please My Nipples

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Jan 092012
 

These nipple clamps are very sexy, but not always the easiest to use. If you like the look of clover clamps, but are a little leery of taking that big step, give the Bound to Please Nipple Clamps from Good Vibrations a try. These 1” x 2” metal clamps, available in chrome plated silver or black powder coat, are modeled on Victorian-era surgical clamps in a mandible style. The tension is adjusted by a screw at the base of the clamp, much like other pincer-style clamps. The two screws are attached by an 18” chain that can be tugged for added sensation, or that adds weight to the clamps just by being there. The chain is removable – it unscrews from the clamps near the adjustment screws. The packaging is a small clear plastic box with a sexy girl having her TONGUE clamped.
(I wouldn’t recommend that as a use for these clamps. OW!)

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Whitman used these on me not too long ago, and I must say the pain is exquisite. The actual clamps are very small rubber-coated pincers. I did think they might be too small to be effective. I was wrong. Whitman felt like they were a little difficult to get adjusted at first, but once they were on, they stayed on. My little nipples were held at attention while he flogged them until I almost cried. The pressure from the tiny clamps became more and more intense until finally Whitman pulled them off one at a time…pop! pop! I didn’t know whether I should cry from relief, or from the pain that then flooded my nipples once again now that they were free! Overall, I would say these clamps serve their purpose and are great intermediate-level clamps for anyone interested in ramping up their nipple play a little bit.

Thanks to Good Vibrations for letting us give these a try in exchange for an honest review!!

Naughty Attention, part three…”Punished”

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Jan 042012
 

This is the final part of a three part story.
Part One – Naughty Attention – “New Toys”
Part Two – Naughty Attention – “Slut Fail”

…I firmly grabbed her by the corset and pulled her from the floor and pushed her into the bedroom and onto the bed.

[Now did I mention how the bedroom was set up? I had our bag of sex toys out and open. It’s a large gym bag by the way. (Used to be  a small box, but we’ve had to dramatically increase our storage capacity over the years!) On the bed was our “Web Restraint System”. This is one of our favorite sex tools (rather than toy). I wrote a post called Bondage Sexy Toy Fiesta back when we got it about really trying it out, along with some other fun new toys. ]

imageGrabbing the restraints, I bound SexFairy’s ankles and wrists to the web so she was spread eagle on her back, completely exposed. I picked up our triple orange vibrator, covered it generously with lube, and pushed it deep into her pussy. She shivered with a complete “oh my god” face. I grabbed some bondage tape and wrapped it around the vibrator and then up around her waist so the tape held it in place. Being sure it wouldn’t fall out, I then turned it on. First low, then higher and faster. Now had I left her like this, that might have been just regular pleasure. But recall this was punishment for her letting her teeth touch my cock. Of course I’d already flogged her so more of that wouldn’t be enough. Nope. It was time for the Hitachi. Forced OrgasmI plugged the Hitachi in and held it tight over her clit, even though the one nub of the Triple Orange Vibrator was buzzing away. And with that, SexFairy started cumming. Over and over. Now you should know that she has different types of orgasms. The ones she loves are built up over time, and bring her into wave upon wave of flowing pulsing body shuddering pleasure. The Hitachi, on the other hand, is like being slapped in the face when you left a crumb on your cheek. It forces her to cum, hard, and constantly. She can’t stop. She wants it to end, but I don’t let it. And she keeps cumming. She lost count, or rather her ability to count, though later estimated it was over a dozen orgasms.

I finally lifted the Hitachi and ripped the bondage tape enough to remove the Triple Orange. Leaving her tied to the bed I fucked her, hard and fast, like an animal. It was exquisite. After a nice while I moved around to the edge of the bed where her head was hanging off and stroked my cock till I came on her face. Beautiful.

I almost can’t wait till she bites my cock the next time.