I’m getting ready for work. Whitman is still naked in bed.
I just want to stay home and fuck all day.
Is that too much to ask?
I recently read an article in Men’s Health magazine that ranked America’s “smuttiest cities.” They weren’t talking about air pollution and soot, either. They meant smutty in the best way possible: porn viewing habits.
The magazine used several methods to come up with this list, including rate of internet porn searches via Google, number of adult toy stores per city, and number of porn DVD’s purchased, rented, or movies streamed through certain providers. I was not surprised to read that Orlando ranked #1 on this list. Vacationing parents and conventioneers like to get a little cray-zee when out of town, apparently.
What I did find extremely interesting, though, was a side note. Eight of the cities on the list (remember, these are big porn-watching and porn-searching communities) had their access restricted from the porn-streaming company used for the research. Apparently these 8 cities, (including Jacksonville, Florida and Cincinnati, Ohio) fall in the no-stream category. Some companies put this restriction in place to avoid “being charged with violating community standards.” Seriously?! Has anyone been to Jacksonville or Cincinnati lately? Who says those cities have standards?
So if you live in or are traveling to one of these cities, make sure you BYOPd (bring your own porn dvds). Or make your own, of course!
I’m thinking more and more about women in a sexual way lately. I certainly love looking at pictures of naked beautiful bodies, and that’s not new. I don’t think of myself as bisexual…just ‘open-minded’ and in love with sex. That attitude has led to encounters with men, women, whomever. So, I have had sex with women, and I’ve liked it. Does that make me bisexual?Historically, I’ve mostly been the recipient of the attention, but I’ve certainly passed out some licks and nibbles myself. I’ve never considered myself an expert at pussy (even though I have one), but I love to be good at what I do. Maybe that’s why I think I’m “not so bi” – unfamiliarity? Fear?
So now all of a sudden I keep thinking about looking at, petting, tasting, worshipping a pussy??
I want to feast on tits??
I want to kneel in front of a woman like I would in front of Whitman, but instead of a probing cock, find a warm welcoming wet spot??
What’s going on here?? I think Whitman has performed a great feat of psychological conditioning over the past few months. Allow me to explain:
Whitman turns on some sexy, arty, hot girl-on-girl or threesome porn, then instructs me to lie back and watch. He then plays with my pussy, licking, teasing, touching, toying…all the while making sure that I’m still watching. If I start to look away in a moment of ecstasy or close my eyes to enjoy what he’s doing, I get a little reminder slap.
He says naughty things to me, like “Watch the girls playing with each other. That’s what good girls do.” We all know I have a raging desire to be a “good girl” for him. Hearing this, feeling good, watching the girls…well, let’s just say the words have had an amazing long-term effect. I’m dreaming of pussy again. I hope I can figure out what to do with it, and soon.
We have a decent assortment of bondage equipment already; leather cuffs, thigh straps, bed straps, collars, hog ties sets, spreader bars, etc. We also have a pair of furry handcuffs we’ve been playing with lately. If anything, we have so many bondage things that it’s often hard to find the one I’m looking for, especially with a rock hard erection in the dark.
So I was admittedly a little dismayed when CalExotics sent us what appeared to be, hand cuffs. Plain chrome hand cuffs. These aren’t police grade or anything. Thin metal with a little safety latch on the side (should one partner pass out while fucking the other hand cuffed partner, for example). Am I missing something? I have had these for a few weeks now, not reviewing them because I’m thinking, what the hell am I supposed to say, about hand cuffs. It’s like writing about a glass of water.
Then I started thinking, and looking, and thinking. What’s NOT normal about these cuffs, is the chain between them. It’s over 18” from cuff to cuff. Most play cuffs are more like 3”. I started doing image searches for “sex hand cuffs”, “long chain cuffs” , even “passed out sex hand cuffs” cause ya never know. And my brain started working, thought it admittedly had to fight for blood.
So with a long chain between the cuffs, what could you do that maybe you couldn’t do with the short chain. Well, you could go around much larger things. You could stretch and reach out to “attachments” that short cuffs wouldn’t. You could cuff your girl to her girlfriend, and then take them out to a bar for drinks. They could move, but not separate. With the right clothing, only you would know. Like Siamese sex twins. Good for covert bondage.
A simple benefit is, she could have the cuffs on and lie on her back. Her hands would be on her side, but she could only reach by moving the other hand in the same direction. And it wouldn’t hurt because she would not be lying on top of the cuffs, just the chain.
Another thing I realized, is that in it’s own way, this is kind of adjustable. Any link can be inserted into the cuff bar before you close it, essentially allowing you to shorten the effective length. Sure there’ll be some links hanging loose, but then if she runs, you’ll be better able to hear her!
Here’s a short list of other thoughts I’ve had. I’m sure there are millions more ways to use hand cuffs, outside of a police car. But most of these ideas take advantage of the fact that the chain is longer.
- bed post
- tree
- kitchen cabinet
- staircase
- telephone pole
- around a chair
- shower bar
Thanks CalExotics, for these fun hand cuffs. With a little imagination, they too have become a great addition to our sex toy collection.
SexFairy and I enjoyed a fantastic Sunday afternoon.
We drank cherry vodka while swimming in the hot sun. The weather changed and soon we were swimming in a torrential rain storm. The pool water was far warmer than the cold rain, so we stayed in the pool during the rainstorm for about an hour. It was magical.
Back home we drank more and ate and danced and partied with some friends and then hit the bedroom for some private fun. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed for some lube to smooth out the hard fucking I was giving SexFairy. We always have some lube sitting there; often some freebies that were included with some recent sex toy. Being slightly wasted and in the dark, I grabbed a familiar shape and squirted it right on my cock sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy.
The next morning, sober, and in the light, I looked at the nightstand and saw these empty and identically shaped tubes:
Well, SexFairy is my fucktoy, and now she was both well fucked, and clean.
In the future, I’ll probably think to move anything that is NOT lube, to a different spot. Naughty, or not.
The Bounding Bunny by California Exotics is a darling little multi-speed purse-sized vibrator. It is part of the Lia Collection of silicone mini-massagers. Although it’s not quite a “rabbit” vibrator, it does have the look of a sweet little bunny, with soft probing ears (or maybe a cute little bug with antennae). There’s no face on this high-quality silicone toy; it’s just a cute bubbly shape. Mine is blue but it is also available in pink and purple.
The Bounding Bunny is only about 5.5” long, so it’s easy to take along. Consider yourself warned, however: there is no ‘lock’ on the power button. So far, I’ve had this turn on 3 times in my purse while out and about, at work, or in the store. My advice here is travel with the on AA battery out! The vibrations are strong and buzzy, especially for a toy of this size.
One single light up blue button on the very bottom of the toy controls all of the action. Push to start cycling through the speeds and patterns. The light flashes in time with the vibrations, which is an exciting bonus. (Well, it’s exciting if you’re like me, and easily amused.) Hold the button down and the toy turns off. When you start again, the pattern starts at the beginning.
Thanks to CalExotics for letting us check this buzzing bunny out.
Whitman: Last night, with SexFairy bound to herself, and after a bit of massaging, I put a nice long dildo into her pussy, and then grabbed the blue bunny and started tickling her clit with it. After a few minutes of teasing, SexFairy came three times in quick succession. Joy.
Last night, Whitman strapped me to the bed, face-down and spread-eagle. He lubed my ass, then fucked my ass, and after it was all over, he made me sleep in fuzzy pink handcuffs. All I can say is thank goodness they are fuzzy. (This is actually a great use for fuzzy handcuffs. Comfort while sleeping.)
In all seriousness: Here’s what’s interesting about this. I liked it. I mean, we all know I like to be tied down, and we know I like having my ass fucked, even when it’s difficult for me. I love the ‘thoroughly used’ feeling I have after a good ass fucking, even when “thoroughly used” feels like “thoroughly sore.” But this? I liked the bedtime cuffs. Who knew?
I can’t remember sleeping while restrained before. (Have I, Daddy? Am I forgetting something?)
I’ve read stories of subs being restrained while sleeping, or tied to the bed at night, and I liked those, so this shouldn’t be a surprise. I’ve always thought I would feel so content and safe sleeping that way. I was right. I was threatened with dire consequences for removing them without asking. I didn’t ask. I slept. Whitman woke in the middle night and reached over to check the cuffs. When he found them still on, he released me. I was a little disappointed, but it did make going to pee easier.
I haven’t written lately about my labia. I know after the surgery I was full of information and photos. It’s not that I don’t think about my pussy anymore, I do. Just not in the way I used to. Occasionally, I look down and peer between my legs while I’m peeing and just smile at the little cute pink pussy. What a change!
I always admire myself when I get out of the shower…and when I shave. The difference in how I feel about the way I look is amazing. To all of the surgery-doubters, love-it-anyway naysayers, and “don’t mutilate yourself” crowd out there: You were wrong. So. Very. Wrong.
Ahhhhh, summertime, when thoughts turn to schoolgirl costumes! It boggles the mind to consider the varieties of schoolgirl outfits available these days. I’m not even talking about do-it-yourself outfits (like mine). You know, just grab a plaid skirt and a white shirt and some cute stockings and shoes. Throw on a push-up bra, some ruffled panties, and tie up a ponytail and voila! Instant school girl! I wore that last weekend for the first time in a while. I think Whitman was glad to see the outfit make an appearance again, and I know I enjoyed wearing it! No wonder this is such a classic fantasy outfit. It looks sexy and it feels damn sexy!!
I’m talking about the actual role-play costumes available for purchase out there. They’re proliferating like sex toys!! There are demure schoolgirls with jackets and layers of undies, bikini-top schoolgirls, crotchless schoolgirls, red, white, and blue schoolgirls.
The names are the funniest thing. Of course there are ‘classic school girl’ and ‘naughty school girl’ but there are also very creative school girls. Don’t miss ‘Sister Fellatio’s School for Girls,’ Deviant School Girl’, and my favorite, the ‘Summer School Drop Out’ (that’s my favorite name of a costume, not necessarily my favorite costume).
In any case, I believe I’ll wear my plaid skirt, knee socks, and high-heeled mary janes this weekend for Whitman. Because as he just reminded me as I made a slightly naughty comment, I “have so much to learn.”
I was outside, naked, on my back, on an inflatable raft. It was the afternoon, the hottest part of the day.
She was also naked, lying on her back on top of me. We were both glistening, covered with oil in the sunlight.
My cock was raging hard inside her, as she slid her body up and down on mine.
With my eyes open, almost blinded by the glare of the cloudless sky, I watched her silhouetted breast heaving just above me, as I came deep inside her burning body.