Tongue Twisted!

 Fairy Dust  2 Responses »
May 022011
 

Sex Fairy here, reporting in on a minor sexual accident over the weekend:

During some particularly vigorous deep-throat cocksucking (somewhat inspired by reading some sexy cock-choking blog entries and comments last week), I pulled my head back to…
I don’t know…swallow saliva? Breathe? Lick my lips? I really do know better.

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It matters not WHAT I was doing, because at that point, Whitman grabbed my head by a handful of hair and forced his cock up and my head down at the same time. Except instead of me expertly wrapping my tongue around the underside of his cock, his cock rammed the underside of my tongue.

Oops.

This was only momentarily painful, and even then only slightly so. I could tell something was not quite right, though. After finishing up with the sucking, fucking, spanking, and cum, I checked the mirror. WHOA. As I suspected, something was not quite right.

Even though it’s only slightly sore, there was, and still is, a giant bruise under my tongue. Looks like I got away without tearing the frenulum, but because this is in my mouth, the bruise looks like a giant blood blister. It actually resembles raw meat under my tongue. I’m still chuckling about this, two days later.

Lesson learned here? Keep my tongue where it belongs at all times!!   ;)

“Mom gets off on…”

 Fairy Dust  3 Responses »
Feb 282011
 

My teenaged kids have a running joke about things I like. It goes like this: “Mom gets off on sparkly things, cute packaging, Jimmy John’s subs, high heels…” You get the idea. They just add things on as I express excitement about, admiration for, or the desire to own something. It’s an ever-growing and completely random list. They think they’re funny. Sometimes they are.

Every time I hear this joke, I think “OMG, they have no idea!!” What mom GETS OFF ON are things like…well yes, high heels, but even  more so when they’re pushed back over my head; I so get off on having my ass spanked. HARD. I’m into sex blogging & sex toy reviewing, looking at naughty Tumblr porn, and sometimes watching really, REALLY DIRTY hardcore porn…like girls-choking-on-cocks porn. I especially like this porn while I’m on my knees sucking/choking on Whitman’s cock (so in THAT case, HE’S watching really dirty hardcore porn. I’m just an accessory). I love being on my knees, and I love being an accessory, actually – just used as a sex object, a fucktoy, a hole or two (or three…).

I get off on him choking me, slapping me, sitting on my chest with his back to  me and forcing me to orgasm repeatedly with the Hitachi and a crazy attachment, or torturing my nipples. The list goes on and on…

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Seriously. They have NO. IDEA.

Sleep Choking

 sexy sex  No Responses »
Feb 192011
 

We were snuggled up in my bed, on the verge of sleep. It had been a long and exciting weekend of traveling, eating, drinking, and sexy sex, and we were totally exhausted, physically, emotionally, and sexually. Finally, we were comfy and relaxed in the dark after a bottle of wine. I was on my back, and he was on his side, with his arm across my chest. “I sort of feel like masturbating,” I said. “Mmmmm, go ahead if you want, I don’t mind,” he mumbled through sleepy eyes and lips.  I was gently touching myself with two fingers, just enjoying the feel of skin-on-skin. After hours of car travel wearing blue jeans, the touch of my fingertips on my lips felt like the sweetest caress ever. His breathing grew heavy near my ear, but not from desire. It was heavy with sleep. He was almost snoring, but not quite, and somehow the sound made me INCREDIBLY HOT!

Within a few seconds, I was feeling the need…the need to cum, not just to tease my lips. As I started rubbing my clit faster and harder, his breathing was heavy, but as I got close to climax, he stirred. He DIDN’T WAKE, but his breathing became more regular, and his hand that was gently resting on my far shoulder began to move, ever so slightly. His hand moved to my throat.  He squeezed my whole neck slightly, then adjusted his hand to get a better grip on my trachea. I could still breathe, but DEFINITELY knew there was a grip on my airway. I came, breathing heavily, shuddering, whimpering, spasming. His hand relaxed. I wanted it again. I revved up the stroking again. And  once again, his hand clamped down on my neck. The fact that even in his sleep, he could reach out and control my breathing, that he could know what I needed even then…??
How could he??!! It didn’t matter, it made me cum even harder.
How could he?? Because I’m his.