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Becoming Bisexual

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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?

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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.

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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.

Who’s Your Daddy?

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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?

Halloweenies

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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.

I Dream of Licking Tumbling Pussy

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Jul 122011

I had a dream two nights ago that I was going down on another woman. This is a little funny because (if you’re a regular reader you know this) I don’t really consider myself THAT bisexual.

It was like I was watching a movie, and the camera zoomed in on a perfect little pink vulva between two legs, which spread open before me on a nicely made bed. There was no kissing, no fondling, no boobs. I couldn’t see anything but cunt. I zoomed in on her, and swirled my tongue around, dipped it in, and then (don’t ask me why I remember this directional detail so vividly – it’s a dream!) I darted my tongue left to right across her clit hood, and she came. I stood, I left. Whitman was there, so was this pussy’s man. It was very matter-of-fact. Odd, but pretty fucking hot. tumblr_lnhn8jqk8t1qd3vcno1_500

I probably had this dream because of the inordinate amount of time I spend, along with Whitman, looking at pictures of hot naked girls while updating our Tumblr. It’s just all gorgeous, all the time! (For the record, I have started adding some photos of hot GUYS, just FYI, if any of you ladies want to check it out!)

Anyway, I do find photos of women sexy, hot, and beautiful. I often get turned on when Tumbling. I also like lesbian porn (as evidenced by last night, but, ahem. I digress…). Of course I’m open to anyone of whatever gender that wants to pleasure ME, THAT’S a given. When it comes to reciprocating, I HAVE gone down on women before, but I’ve never felt confident about it. It’s almost like I don’t WANT to because I don’t REALLY KNOW what I’m doing!! I like to excel at everything I do. It’s just the way I am.

I awoke with a feeling that it would ‘be okay’ to try again, although I was disappointed that I’d forgotten to try putting my finger(s) inside of her. Maybe next time!

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Blonde, Brunette, What Else??

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Apr 212011

When Whitman and I go out to dinner, he never orders the same thing twice. (Okay, maybe ‘rarely’ not ‘never’). He’s always looking for a challenge, an adventure, something new. He loves to try new things, to learn new things, to meet new people.

I realized very early in our relationship that the only way I’d be able to keep his attention (no matter HOW MUCH in love we are) is to continually challenge him, evolve, shake things up a little every now and then.

You know, switch from thongs to boy shorts.

When I met him I was a blonde. Now I’m a brunette. I like it.I’ve changed from my ‘standard’ nail polish color to a veritable rainbow over time. I like this, too.
Back then I had (some) pubic hair, then I went Brazilian for a while, now I have a landing strip.
I like that, as well.

I wonder what else is on the menu?

Whitman On Top

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Mar 092011

I was on my belly, and his full weight was on top of me, his hard cock deep inside of me, and his right arm around my neck, gripping my left shoulder. His sexy voice, so deep already, was ragged and rumbly with desire. “The next time I want to fuck another woman, what are you going to do? You’re going to watch. Maybe I’ll tie you to a chair and let you watch me fuck her cunt and her face. Then I’ll cum all in her pussy and let you clean it up. Would you like that? To clean my cum from her cunt with your tongue?” I could only nod. I might have managed a little whimper.

(When Whitman takes control of my body, he takes control of my mind, and my mouth. I can’t talk. I can THINK what I want to say, but it won’t come out. )

He continued, “Then you can clean her juices off of my cock. Maybe I’ll cum on her face instead, and you can clean that up with your mouth. Would you like that?” Again, a whimper and a nod from me. “The next time I see someone I want to fuck, you’re going to go talk to her, and make it happen. If you don’t, I’ll fuck your mouth so hard that you’ll be wishing you HAD done it with every breath that you try to take,” he said. “You’ll be gasping for air while I fuck your face, and you’ll be wishing you had actually put my cock IN HER CUNT, and licked her clit while I fucked her.” I whimpered in agreement.

( I was already breathless with desire at this point, and being pinned under him with pressure on my throat from his forearm only added to my breathlessness. And my desire.)

As he fucked me from behind and growled these directions in my ear, my juices puddled in the bed below me. I was dripping wet, and the more he talked, the wetter I got. I was picturing his gorgeous cock pounding a stranger’s pussy while I helplessly watched. “Maybe I’ll find a couple where the woman is the Dom and you and her man can sit together and watch like good little subs while we fuck.”

The next day he said of our ‘discussion’ (as he called it – so sexy),
“Tell me quickly what you remember.” I recounted the story above.
Whitman said, “I’m glad you were listening.”

I know what you are looking at

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Mar 052011

SexFairy and I recently went to this local beachside festival. It was hundreds of people with a heavy proportion of college age men and women wandering all over. After getting our second round of beers, we are standing face to face, sipping down enough beer so as not to spill as we walk around more.

SexFairy is telling me some story (I have no idea what, to be blunt) as this woman walked by, stopping just behind my Fairy. About 20 and thin I know what you are looking at with dark hair something in the range of healthy C cups and just enough nipple poke to catch, and HOLD my eyes.

It could have been hours, but more likely less than 10 seconds, when SexFairy says, “what are you looking at”, and then she says, staring at my reflective sunglasses, “I know what you are are looking at. I can see her reflection in your glasses.”

I quickly move my gaze back to my SexFairy, smile, and say, “I love you so much, my clever lover.”

At one time, in other relationships, I most likely would have lied, or fumbled some “nothing” answer. But with SexFairy, I tell her everything, and she relishes in that as much as I do.

So you dogs out there, remember, while your sunglasses my hide your eyes, they don’t hide your direction, and yes I mean that in more than one way.

Pick One. No, YOU Pick One.

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Mar 032011

I saw this post on Vanilla Edge, which was inspired by a big discussion surrounding this photo on Reddit about gender identity and sexuality. According to Vanilla Edge, most of the respondents to the Reddit question were straight males, and most picked “B”. I’m not surprised. I’m a girl. I like guys, and I’m pretty into tattoos, but I don’t find Buck attractive. I chose “B” also.

This question also inspired quite a discussion here at the Naughty Spot, as well. I sent the link to Whitman, who, as I suspected he would, answered “B” like the majority of straight guys.

I asked him, “So, does that make you bisexual?” His answer, “No. I like women.” He then proceeded to tell me how hot the ‘chick with a dick’ was, and even sent me a link to an image search of many VERY HOT pictures of her. I pressed onward. “But that’s a MAN. A ‘dude with boobs,’ call it what it is.”
I insisted that if he would fuck a man in the ass or let a man fuck him in the ass, that he MUST BE BI. “In my mind that’s a hot woman with an extra part,” he explained. I don’t REALLY think he is bisexual and don’t care either way, but the discussion was GREAT! It made the afternoon at work bearable.
(Note: I understand and appreciate all the nuances of sexuality, gender identity and fluidity, but was going with straight-up BIOLOGY for the discussion at hand. Everyone calm down.)

Whitman then posed a question back to me: “Who would you rather see me fucking?” I glanced quickly at the photos. Well that was without question the ‘chick with a dick’ and I told him so –Then Whitman said, “So, we’d share. Good.” I suddenly had the realization that I was getting REALLY. TURNED. ON.

Then I looked at the picture again. Closely. That guy/girl has a REALLY. NICE. DICK.
THEN I remembered this was a ‘pre-operative’ transsexual. “Pre-OPERATIVE” being the key word.
I thought, “Ohmygod, is s/he going to REMOVE / REPLACE / INVERT that really gorgeous cock?! WHAT A WASTE!!!”