Feb 082012
 

Valentine’s Day is nearly upon us. To me, this is one of the easiest holidays ever. There are so many sweetly cheesy and romantic ways to show my love for Whitman. Candy, photos, sex toys, lingerie…

Speaking of presents, EdenFantasys is having a really sexy and exciting promotion right now, and it makes shopping super-easy (and even MORE addictive)! It’s a Valentine’s Day countdown calendar with a new special, free gift, or sale each day leading up to the holiday! So far there have been one-day sales on massage oils and candles, men’s self-love toys, and my favorite, the “free panty with any lingerie purchase” special. Every day a new special is revealed. It’s like opening a present from EdenFantasys every day!

Sex toys - EdenFantasys adult toys storeSpeaking of unwrapping presents, EdenFantasys has a huge new selection of lingerie, including bra and panty sets. I love to wrap myself up like a present for Whitman to unwrap, spank, and then fuck. They’ve also got some great new sexy and romantic bath and body products. Time to get shopping, ladies (and gents)!!

Feb 072012
 

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that’s all, or did you want more?

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.

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?

Nov 172011
 

I love sexy lingerie and sexy clothes…you know, like CLUBWEAR. I have sort of a ‘dress problem,’ actually…I keep buying sexy dresses, hoochie dresses, hot tops, stripper shoes and such. This wouldn’t be a problem, except my sexy-clothes addiction outpaces my sexy-places-to-go agenda!

Every year as the holiday party season fires up, I say, “I have more party dresses than I have parties!” This year is no exception. Of course, this sexy sequin overload has not stopped me from ordering this hot number from EdenFantasys, and wish-listing several more. Now I just need to find some hot parties to attend!! Which leads me to this…

It has come to our attention that we don’t get out enough.

SO…Whitman and I are on a mission to make some new friends, or maybe even some new friends-with-benefits. On this New Friends Plan, hopefully we’ll go lots of places for me to wear my new (and existing) collection of smokin’ hot slutwear.

Sex toys - EdenFantasys adult toys storeI’m a sexy-dress-aholic, and as addictions go, I guess it’s not a bad one to have. It’s right up there with my addiction to shopping for sex toys, which is also not a bad thing. The good news about both of these "problems" is that the price is right and the service is great at EdenFantasys, and their shipping is lightning-fast! Anything I order will be at my door within a couple of days. Perfect!! Now if any new social engagements come up, I’ll be ready to pick something new with a quickness. Because of course I always need JUST ONE MORE sexy dress!!

Nov 112011
 

As much as I hate to admit it, it happens sometimes: I gag on Whitman’s cock. Even if I try not to, it’s definitely rather large, and he’s into thrusting, and he’s very powerful, and, well…you know… I think he likes it when I gag, and I like what he likes, I’m just terrified I’ll actually vomit one day.

I’m SO going to try THIS the next time I feel a gag coming on…Stop your gag reflex

WHITMAN Comment: I would kind of like to gag her so hard she does puke up on my cock….but maybe not after pizza.

Nov 102011
 

You arrive late in the night from a long, long journey. We hug, then kiss, then collapse on the bed, you on top of me, my arms and legs wrapped around you. I can’t hold you tightly enough. I want to eat you up. Your weight, your smell, your skin feels so familiar, so hot, and yet so comforting. FINALLY.

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Just seeing you makes me wet, but now is not the time. We break our embrace and arrange ourselves under the covers, each trying to touch every part of the other with some part of our own. The sound of your breath makes me love you even more.  I’m amazed by the feel of your hands roaming over my body, squeezing a handful of breast here, stroking a soft lip there, your hand holding tightly to my waist as we fall asleep breathing the same breath.

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. halloween bar lights
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.

Oct 212011
 

I’m hungry for you.
Your mouth, your hands.
Your breath, your soul.
Your mind, your mouth, your cock.
I want you around me, in me, on me, over me, under me.
NEAR ME.
It’s been too very long.

Oct 192011
 

Whitman and I aren’t known for waking-up-in-the-night sex. We ARE known for having sex, (lots of it), and fairly crazy sex (most of the time), and drinking a little (as previously mentioned). As much as we like all of those things, we sort of like to sleep at appropriate times, too.
Not last weekend.

OH MY GOD, what an ongoing, never-ending three day and night tease-fest! As so many weekends do, this one started out with a little drinking, a little playing, a little sex. Whitman brought me to the edge of orgasm with his tongue over and over and over. He had just inserted the big ol’’ Rippler into my wet pussy, which was causing me to moan and cry out as he pressed it into my g-spot, when we heard a car door. Oh no! Teenagers home….Grrrr. That was too much like an audience for me. I reluctantly removed the Rippler and we fucked quietly then went to sleep with Whitman’s cock still inside of me. I love that.

Insomnia struck, and we were up chatting sleepily around 3 a.m. We were chatting about things like me rimming him. You know, the usual things couples talk about in the wee hours of the morning. The next thing I knew, we were fucking. Again. We fucked ourselves right back to sleep. I’m sure we were still talking dirty as we drifted  off…

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The next afternoon, we were lounging in bed, talking and teasing. I was still fantasizing about Whitman’s ass, and as we talked about it, I teased it with my finger, just pressing gently but not entering, and swirling my spit-coated finger around the sweet pucker like it was my tongue. Nudity ensued, but not nearly enough, and just as we were discussing engaging in a little pegging, ‘ding dong!’ We had company at the door. Talk about a ruined orgasm. THAT ONE was ruined before it started!

Fast forward to 3am again. As we cuddled and spooned, I wriggled my ass closer to Whitman’s cock. After two days of near-miss-orgasms, it just took a split second for me to feel him getting noticeably hard.
“Stop that,” he said, “or I’m going to fuck you.”
“Just rest your cock there. Like a hot dog in a bun…” I said, as I reached behind me to nestle it in place. digital-clock-3am-insomnia-2003
He chuckled softly and growled a little in my ear as he removed his hotdog from my buns and slid it into my pussy. I was still SO FUCKING WET from the two days of teasing, and from his closeness. The feeling was so heavenly, I could have touched myself and had an orgasm in about one second. Apparently this was mutual, because I could hear Whitman’s breathing change, and I knew he was close. I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him in close to me, and as I did, I said, “Don’t cum yet.”
It was a request, not a command, obviously. He let me have my way. I wanted to wait yet ONE MORE DAY so I could a) take advantage of the two-day-long teasing buildup, and b) be fully awake for the event.

The next day I awoke with wet panties and I continued to drip for him all day.
I could hardly wait until we had the house to ourselves.
FINALLY!

Whitman naked: check
His ass propped up high: check
Sexy hard cock in my hand: check
My face buried between his cheeks: check

I ended up sucking him off while stroking his cock with one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand massaging his prostate. And we all slept happily ever after.