Anal Aftermath

 Fairy Dust  1 Response »
Oct 152012
 

I just read Whitman’s account of our totally successful but nearly-disastrous crisis-averted lost anal plug story! It’s sort of funny in retrospect, and it was sort of funny just after it happened, but as it was happening?? OHMYGAHHH…

I do like anal sex. It doesn’t always work out for me, but when it does, it’s amazing. This was one of those cases. It worked. It realllly worked. Whitman had fucked my ass, and fucked it for real. Pounded it, even. Wow, was I feeling good! Lying in the bed, my hands still loosely attached to my thighs, basking in the throbbing afterglow… and what an afterglow! Happy anal

Smug. That’s how I felt.

Totally smug.

It worked!

Successful anal sex!

Yes!

I reached back with my cuffed hands to touch the plug that Whitman had placed in my ass. I was touching for proof, mostly. I was in a little disbelief that it was inside of me. It’s usually a little bit of work, and I hadn’t even felt this one go in my ass.

I barely touched the little glass base, and felt it it move. It moved like it was just snuggling in to a better position. And it kept moving. And didn’t stop. WHAT?! I felt the flat glass base slip right away from my fingers. Feeling panic, I moved my fingers closer to my asshole, and tried to grab the plug. I felt nothing but the quick slide of the toy and my ass closing around it. With the cuffs around my wrists and thighs, I was helpless to do anything more.Lost anal plug

What was going to through my mind was, “ohmygodohmygodohmygodnonononoooo…!!”
That thought was followed by a quick yelp for Whitman, who had gone to wash up,  “comebackcombackcomeback!!’”
He did, and I managed to squeak out what had happened, and added, “I’m not going to the hospital for this!” He looked, he felt for it, rapidly decided this was above his pay grade, and let me loose.

As you read, I successfully ‘removed’ the plug (and a little santorum, if you must know) by squatting and pushing – like birthing the smallest baby ever, and that’s the happy ending.

It Makes Me Think of Doing Things to Her

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Oct 042012
 

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Whitman and I had a little chat this morning, about lingerie, nipples, and my being bi:

   Whitman: That’s pretty lingerie on tumblr

      SexFairy: it IS.  I found it on Pinterest, but it’s  here…the lingerie is pretty OR maybe just her nipples are so pretty :)

   Whitman: that’s the kind of comment someone attracted to women would say. Her nips look awesome perky

      SexFairy: they’re just tiny and pretty. AND yes, very attractive

   Whitman: does it make you think of doing things to her?

      SexFairy: of touching and putting my mouth on her nipples. Things like that?

   Whitman: yes. exactly like that.

      SexFairy: then yes!

   Whitman: you bisexual you

When I saw this picture on Pinterest, I HAD to add it to our Tumblr. I do like the lingerie, but OMG, I was mesmerized by her breasts (or by her nipples, really). I was fascinated by the way she appears topless, but is not. That pink lace is just like a little frosting for her perfect breasts. I want to lick it off.

So, yes. I admit it DID make me think of doing things to her. I think Whitman is always trying to gauge my bisexuality, like maybe it’s too good to be true, and it might go away. Given the vision I had in my mind of sucking those little nipples right through the lace with my hands roaming the rest of her body at the same time? I don’t think my bisexual urges are going anywhere!

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Naughty Education

 Fairy Dust  1 Response »
Aug 312012
 

Whitman and I are old enough and experienced enough to consider ourselves sexually “educated”. I mean, at a certain point, you think you know everything there is to know, right? It turns out, though, we’ve had a lot to learn over the past few years.

First, we learned (and are still learning) about each other: what we like, how we’re kinked, some new turn-ons, and surprising things we didn’t even know about ourselves, much less each other. We like costumes, we like rope, we like high quality vibrators. We’re learning as we go, and it’s a continuous process!Rainbow condomsThen we started learning about different sex toy materials, what’s body-safe, what’s not. We learned that our nice silicone toys can’t be used with our favorite silicone lubricants. We now have a large collection of lubes: flavored, not flavored, silicone, water-based, and oil. They all have their place in our sexual repertoire.

Threesome - not us, but could beMost recently, we’ve added some new play partners. Neither Whitman nor I have had to buy condoms in years, but this recent development has added “safe-sex” education to our schedule. There are tons of new condom styles these days! Whitman is sampling condoms of all different sizes, shapes, and materials to find out what feels best.

Sex toys - EdenFantasys adult toys storeOur relationship started off hot and stays hot because we’ve always been interested exploring and learning about sex and about each other. I hope we never stop.

I Suck at Squirting

 Fairy Dust  2 Responses »
Aug 202012
 

clip3So, suddenly everyone Whitman touches squirts like crazy. Except me. First there was Ivy, then our new friend Kitten. He made her squirt twice in a row within minutes, and she said that’s never happened. (She knew she could squirt, just not multiple times.) I was really proud of him, because, well…WOW.
Around the same time, a third friend told me she’d squirted for the first time that week. REALLY?? WHAT THE HELL??

After the second girl, I started to feel a little pouty, like I’m missing out on something. It’s also starting to sound like a bit of a challenge. Certainly I can squirt just as well as everyone else!! Right?? I can do everything!! Can’t I?! I’m the princess, I want one!!

I’m obsessing about it now. I want him to do this to me. I want to do it for him.

We tried this “project” a couple of years ago, and I came to the conclusion that I’m physically not a squirter. Everything I’ve read lately, though, says that everyone is physically capable of doing it. And apparently, Whitman’s the  PussyMaster. Did he not try hard enough on me? Did we give up too soon? I don’t think we cared at the time, but I want to try again.

We put “make SexFairy squirt” on our to-do list for the weekend, along with “install dimmer switch” and things like that. We didn’t quite get to it, even though we did have a sexy debauched weekend (more on that later).

I may suck at squirting, but like I’ve always said, some of us are better at sucking than others!

My Bisexual Index: am I or am I not?

 Fairy Dust  1 Response »
Aug 032012
 

At what point can I call myself bisexual?
I’ve been over this a zillion times in my mind and on this blog:

I’ve had sex with women. I like it. I want to have sex with women, but I like men more, etc., etc.

It occurred to me that maybe I’m doing everyone a disservice by calling myself straight, especially since I’m starting to become so fascinated by the idea of more or regular sex with women. Somehow, in my mind, “bisexual” had to mean I am equally attracted to men and women. I‘m sure I fall somewhere on the Kinsey Scale that’s closer to heterosexual, but nowhere near exclusively heterosexual.  But if I think about it, I’m definitely attracted to some women. Somehow this meant to me that I’m straight – because I’m only attracted to ‘some’ women. (Well, DUHH, I’m only attracted to ‘some’ men, too!!)

Kinesy Scale, am I bi?

I’m not sure why I’ve held to this hard and fast 50/50 idea. I know and completely understand that sexual identity, attraction, and gender identity are fluid and variable and can change over time. I definitely think mine has changed. So according to the Kinsey scale, I’d give myself a 2+, because I’m definitely not 50/50, which is the definition of 3:

2 – Predominantly heterosexual experiences, but more than incidentally
      homosexual experiences
3 – Equally heterosexual and homosexual experiences

But how about THIS scale? According to bisexualindex.org.uk, “not all bisexuals are Kinsey 3’s”. This is their scale, and I think I like it the best:

1 exclusively hetero
2 bisexual
3 bisexual
4 bisexual
5 bisexual
6 exclusively gay

As you can see, I’m right there in the middle.

Mutual Masturbation

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Aug 022012
 

I’m consistently amazed by how many forms love, sex, and lust can take on. Sex is not just intercourse, obviously, but maybe it’s two people not even touching. I’m talking about mutual masturbation. It can be just as hot, just as arousing, just as sexy as fucking.
(Or maybe it’s called “taking-turns masturbation.” Seriously, what’s the term for this? Serial masturbation?)

Whitman and I were lying in bed, chatting about nothing and everything and sexy stuff in between.  (I’m starting to notice that lots of my stories start this way, but I digress…) We weren’t holding cocktails, as we often are, but we were holding cock. Whitman’s cock, to be specific. Not at first, though. We were just having a varied and wide-ranging conversation, bouncing from here to there and back to here again.

Male masturbationWe were talking about his upcoming business trip and how lonely I’d be, and how nice it would be for me to have company at night while he’s gone. We watched a video online of a cock being teased mercilessly by a sexy lady. I was also telling him about some of my suddenly-bubbling-over bisexual desires… things like placing my mouth to tits, lips to lips, tongue to ass.

As we talked, I lightly stroked Whitman’s cock, which had grown rock-hard. I used my fingers to swirl the pre-cum all around the head. We kept talking casually, and then suddenly he grabbed his own erection, taking it from my hand. It was like an uncontrollable urge. He stroked and stroked, as I lightly brushed his balls with my fingers. He came in an instant, it seemed. Semen was everywhere, coating his cock and his hand. I hopped up to get him a warm washcloth.

Female MasturbationThat’s when I felt the wetness that had escaped my folds and seeped down to my inner thighs. I hadn’t moved or touched myself while I watched Whitman. Just from watching him and whispering dirty words to him I was swollen and dripping wet. I stopped in my tracks and returned to the bed. It was my turn to have an uncontrollable urge to touch myself, and my turn to cum.

The No-Porn Zone?

 Fairy Dust, whoregasm  No Responses »
Aug 012012
 

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 tv porn topless blonde 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?

Sex toys - EdenFantasys adult toys storeSo 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!

Becoming Bisexual

 Fairy Dust  No Responses »
Jul 302012
 

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?

sexy girl kisses

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.

threesome doggie kisses

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.

No Pajamas, Just Handcuffs

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Jun 292012
 

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.)fuzzy pink handcuffs

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.

My Pussy Pride

 Fairy Dust, labiaplasty  4 Responses »
Jun 282012
 

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.

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