Gettin’ a Little Greek

 Fairy Dust  3 Responses »
Jun 132011
 

Whitman and I were seated outdoors at a darling little Greek café late on a warm summer evening. I could barely walk after the sex we’d just finished up. After an hour or more of hot, hot, HOT play, (including Hitachi punishment) he finally filled me with hot cum and called it a night. We’d barely cleaned up, thrown on our clothes, and rushed out the door to make it to the restaurant before closing time.

As we enjoyed our wine, I was purring about how good Whitman’s big.fat.cock. had felt inside of me, and I was still throbbing and dripping, and so on and so forth as I rubbed hisnot our waiter leg under the table.

As I continued basking in the dreamy afterglow, our dinner arrived…

and WHOA, it was way. too. much. food! I’d ordered a big crazy appetizer platter as my dinner, and it was at least enough for three people. Whitman cracked a joke to the waiter about trying to fatten me up. The waiter never missed a beat and said,

“You’re ABOUT TO GET a fat one!”

I’m assuming he meant if I ate all of that food (never in a million years, by the way). “HAH!” I thought. “I JUST HAD about all of the fat one I can handle!”

Subduction

 Fairy Dust  3 Responses »
Jun 092011
 

It’s a word that comes to mind when I think of how easily Whitman can turn me on  and draw me in  using just his voice or his words, spoken or typed.

It’s like “submissive + seduction”.

He doesn’t need to seduce me with talk  of romantic dinners, massages, and wine (even though we often enjoy all of those).

I’m seduced by his talk of submission. Specifically, his talk of ME submitting to HIM. The darker and dirtier his ideas and words are, the hotter and wetter I get. I dream of being able to completely give myself to his sexy whims, even though there are still things I struggle with. Deeper, deeper, and deeper I go.

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Check THIS out: The REAL definition of ‘subduction’? “the process by which one tectonic plate moves under another tectonic plate.”  It is sort of like that, isn’t it??

More Masturbation

 Fairy Dust, sexy sex  7 Responses »
Jun 082011
 

I wrote a couple of weeks ago about people having particular and personal masturbation styles. I’m a two-fingers on the clit hood girl, myself. I just sort of drag/massage my fingers in a firm circle, and BAM! I don’t need any penetration, just the rubbing. Speaking of rubbing, I just realized as an adult, that oftentimes younger girls will hump their teddy bears, or pillows, or the bed, whatever. I never did this. Apparently I was missing out as a teen! Speaking of NOT rubbing, I’d really like to learn the mind-cum trick…being able to think myself off (!), or cum on a verbal command from Whitman with no touching necessary. Maybe one day.

For now, this is the closest I get to cumming in my panties – when I watch this video. I’m not sure what it is about this, but wow, does it make me wet! It’s even better with sound.
Girl humping pillow video

I’m not sure how it came up, but about a year ago, I had a sudden (and very unusual) urge to HUMP something, something like my pillow. I DIDN’T, because it seemed a little odd and not “my thing” (see: habits, above), and because there’s something slightly humiliating and "public" about masturbating this way. I mentioned my urge to Whitman one day while we were dirty chatting working, and he sent me this video. I got SO. TURNED. ON. It was insane.

He then instructed me to masturbate on camera (yes! at my office!) for him. I did. (speaking of slightly publicly humiliating…)
Then I was HORNIER THAN EVER. He told me to go home and yes, actually hump my pillow that night. I did. It was incredibly hot. Something about that orgasm was very intense, yet somehow unfulfilling. It seemed muffled, like it had a pillow over it. Go figure.

I haven’t really done it since, but I’m feeling that urge again. I just watched “the pillow-humping video” (as I call it) again. I couldn’t could barely keep my two fingers out of my panties AGAIN. Fuck. Is it 5 o’clock yet?

A Floating Feast

 Fairy Dust, sexy sex  1 Response »
Jun 062011
 

I hopped naked into the pool. Whitman was already there, waiting. I walked over to him in the shallow end. As we kissed (okay, made out like teenagers!), he pulled a raft up behind me and between my legs so I could hop on. “Lie back,” he said. I did. Whitman pulled the float deeper, so that my hips were level with his mouth. He folded the raft down for better access, and began to gently lick around my clit.
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I could hear the water that was pooling in the raft lapping against his chin and my ass. I tried to sit up a little to watch, but he reminded me to lie back, (mostly for balance in the water, I think, but again, I did). The feeling of the hot, hot (90+ degrees) sun beating down on my naked body, my feet free-floating around his shoulders, my hands gripping the raft above my head and the gentle warm breeze touching my skin all combined to make this a crazy-hot once in a lifetime lovefest.

WOW. I was as free as could be, but there was a slight feeling of being restrained as I floated. I lifted my feet to rest on his shoulders, and let my hands trail in the water, but I couldn’t really move without capsizing my raft. So I was still. I opened my eyes, and saw the perfect orb of the sun shining down on me and listened to the birds cheering at the free show they were getting as Whitman kept up the perfect steady pressure with his tongue, and I came. so. hard.

Have I mentioned how much I love this man?

Are You an Ass Man? Or Tit Man?

 Fairy Dust  No Responses »
Jun 012011
 

I’ve long held the belief that men are one or the other. Sure, there’s a random ‘leg man’ out there, or a ‘foot fetish’ outlier, but I mean generally speaking – it’s ass or tits. I’ve even used that question as an icebreaker…often. “Are you an ass man or a boob man?”

I’m more well-endowed with ass than tits. Everyone I’ve ever been with has been basically ass-obsessed. Whitman is not. He’s a boob man. He wouldn’t completely admit that early on in our relationship, but I’ve come to realize that it’s true.

Thank goodness that my theory seems to hold true… (this seems backwards, but stay  with me for this one…)

An “ass man” will appreciate ANY ass. They love them all, and really love a REALLY NICE ONE, but a boob man has to see a REALLY. NICE. ASS. to be moved by it.

Same goes for a “breast man” – they seem to like all tits, big OR small, and maybe appreciate gorgeous ones a little more, but ass men could care less about breasts unless they’re extra-gorgeous.

Now, that being said, my breasts are not extra-anything…not extra-large, extra-small, extra-gorgeous. Whitman appreciates them, and even talks of how hot they’d be pierced.
I don’t know how to be a ‘boob man’s girl’, though! I’m used to being able to stand a certain way to teasingly accentuate my ass, or wear a certain dress that shows my curves. It’s always been so easy to do.

I don’t seem to have that magical ability to pose myself so that my breasts seem ‘pounce-able’!

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(I will say this new bra sort of makes it look like I had a boob job. That seemed to work to my advantage.)

Masturbation Habits

 Fairy Dust  No Responses »
May 272011
 

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I read an article once that claimed people learn to masturbate using a preferred
method / position / stroke / whatever, and never. change. ever.
I believe this. I’ve been masturbating in essentially the same way all these years. (This is very likely why I have a hard time getting off with out my legs in a certain. way. Yes, just… like… that.)

Enough about me…I started thinking about watching Whitman jerk off (OMG SO HOTT) and thought “Ohmygod, what if he’d done something totally strange* because he didn’t know I was watching?!?! What if he sucked his thumb, or spanked his own ass, or had some funny little quirk that only he knows about??
Would this man, who I find to be irresistibly hot and sexy become less so? More so?

*I do mean “strange” in a totally NON-JUDGMENTAL way. To each his own. What I mean here is “non-standard.”

Sex Fairy, the Accidental Voyeur

 Fairy Dust, lovegasm, sexy sex  1 Response »
May 252011
 

I lay sleeping, dozing really, next to Whitman in our heavenly king-size hotel bed. We’d just returned from visiting a strip club, where we’d spent the past couple of hours ogling pretty young things. I’d also inadvertently purchased something between a lap dance and a body shot (more on that later) which probably looked pretty hot. We were naked, cuddling, watching a movie on the laptop. Well, HE was watching…

Whitman was wide awake, a little hyper, and a lot horny.  I, on the other hand, was feeling like I’d quit drinking way too long ago, had too much insanely good dinner, and quite crampy. (Can you believe it? The Sex Fairy called a time out for PMS?!)

As I dozed, Whitman slipped off to the bathroom, and then I heard him come out into the dark room and walk to the desk. I opened my eyes, but didn’t move. He never looked at me, just proceeded to open the laptop and settle in to the desk chair, working his cock with his right hand, intently watching the screen, and just as intently working the mouse with his left hand. (Yes! Left-handed! Very impressive, isn’t it?!)

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I wanted to move enough to touch myself as I watched, but I didn’t want to remind him that I was there. I also REALLY fantasized about sliding from under the duvet and crawling on my hands and knees from the big fluffy bed to the hard cold floor under the desk, just to make my mouth available. Just in case. Just in case Whitman wanted to fuck my mouth, or cum in my mouth…I wanted to be there for him. In the end, though, my inner voyeur won out. (I didn’t even know I HAD an inner voyeur!!)

Yes, I  thought of participating, or verbally encouraging him, but I was mostly fascinated. I love to watch Whitman touch himself, and I’ve seen it before, but he’s always known I was watching. This was different. It was a totally private moment, but there I was…part of it. It was quick and dirty. Whitman is an expert ‘take-your-time’ masturbator, but he was a man on a mission this time. He stroked, his eyes darting rapidly across the screen, his left hand changing the view. I could see his orgasm building on his face, in his eyes, and in the way he moved. The tension built as he stroked faster, slower, faster, and finally he stood up and I recognized immediately his preferred orgasm stance.

I smiled to myself and I DID touch myself then. I was too late to cum with him, but I grinned as I watched his final strokes from my dark hideout. I was in awe of the silence (he’s usually got a beastly sounding orgasm, which I LOVE) and the efficiency of his action. He cleaned up, and as he closed the laptop, I spoke through my smile.

“That was hot.”

Gush With Me!

 Toy Reviews  No Responses »
May 242011
 

I am a total geek.
I love studying. I love research. On anything…everything. Really. That includes sex. Especially sex all of a sudden.

I’m in luck…the Good Vibrations web site has a whole section devoted to SEX ED. It’s called “How To…Good Vibes Sex Education” and includes articles on female ejaculation, anal sex, how to choose condoms, vibrators, lubes, dildos, harnesses (also on my to-do list, btw), and SO MUCH MORE along with GV Staff favorites and gift ideas.

Whitman and I recently watched GUSH, an educational video about female ejaculation by Good Vibrations (as part of the Good Releasing Pleasure Ed movie series) starring Dr. Carol Queen. (Some of you may remember I’m fascinated by this “how to squirt” concept…I haven’t figured it out yet…not sure if I ever will or if I even WANT to, but my research continues!) This movie is available for purchase as a DVD or as a download in several formats.

Check out the watching options galore:gush options

The video is mostly well-shot porn, featuring real-life examples of g-spot stimulation with female ejaculation. The scenes are intercut with phone calls to Dr. Queen’s radio show with Michelle Meow. These calls show Dr. Queen giving some real-life verbal instructions about finding the g-spot.  The info from the call-in show is very general, and covers things that anyone who’s read anything about g-spots will already know.

There is no-voice over or instruction during the (hot) sex scenes (which include a hot hetero scene with Dylan Ryan and Mickey Mod, lesbian couples, and Jiz Lee masturbating with toys), which is why I call it ‘porn.’  It’s not cheesy commercial porn, it looks nearly amateur, but I think that’s because it’s more “real.” These scenes are not educational videos (unless, of course, you use them for inspiration!).

The extras include interviews with Dylan and Mickey, along an anatomy PowerPoint by Sherry Winston, RN. The best special feature, though, was the  great g-spot myth-busting presentation and anatomy lesson with Dr. Queen. She’s got a big stuffed vulva! I want one!! Wait! I LOVE A STUFFED VULVA (who doesn’t?!), but I mean she has a stuffed vulva DEMONSTRATION PILLOW!! awesome_vulva_miniSeriously…how awesome IS THIS thing??!! This part of the movie was WAY MORE INFORMATIVE and WAY MORE HELPFUL than the call in question and answers early in the show.

Thanks to Good Vibrations for sending this movie to us for review. It’s a great addition to anyone’s SexEd movie collection!

Masturbation (May I?)

 Fairy Dust  3 Responses »
May 062011
 

 

not meSo, apparently MAY is National Masturbation Month. I’m not sure who decided this, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a congressional decree (like, say…National DANCE DAY), but it’s all over the internet, so it must be real! I don’t know about the rest of you, but In my world, it’s Masturbation Month EVERY MONTH!!

Whitman has recently let me know that I’ll need his permission to pleasure myself. I’m happy to observe this rule. BUT, hopefully observance of this IMPORTANT NATIONAL commemorative month will buy me some (play)time and keep me out of the Naughty Points.

I’m going to let Whitman know about National Masturbation Month, which of course shall now be known as the month of “May I?”

Facebook and Sex Blogs. Just Like Heaven!

 Fairy Dust  5 Responses »
May 042011
 

Facebook has changed the face of my work day. Even though I work in a small office, it’s like I work in a huge office with ALL OF MY FRIENDS. (and some random people) ALL DAY LONG. Everyone is there, posting little thoughts, snarky comments, political insight both brilliant and inane.
Someone will post a music video of an 80’s pop hit with the caption, “I’m jamming! Jam with me!” or “OMG I forgot how much I love this song!” They want everyone else to like it, too.


I post links to articles I find fascinating and/or interesting knowing DAMN WELL nobody will think so but me. Just like real life!! Try this one:
http://www.slate.com/blogs/blogs/thewrongstuff/archive/2010/09/28/xxx-sex-critic-susie-bright-on-being-wrong.aspx

So why do we do this? There’s some need to connect with people, with friends old and new, to SHARE something that we enjoy, sounds good, is yummy, or makes us think. At least that’s what I THINK is going on here.

Then I realized that’s also pretty much why we’re all writing about our sex lives, whether they’re crazy or mundane. We want to share! We might not want to share our significant other in REAL LIFE, but we can share all the details of how hot and sexy he or she is for sure. It’s our sex! It’s kinky, it’s glorious, it’s fun, it’s crazy, we CAN’T tell our ‘real’ Facebook friends all the fun stuff we’re doing, so what the hell? Why not tell the rest of the world?! It’s so lovely to know that there are others out there having just as much fun as we are, and we can join them and they can join us, and it’s like we’re all working together all day long. In one big sexbloggy office. Fuck yes!

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