Top Tumblr Tuesday #8 – The Rusty Trombone

 whoregasm  2 Responses »
May 032011
 

From our Tumblr site at http://thenaughtyspot.tumblr.com/, it’s Top Tumblr Tuesday #8.

This weeks top tumblr is a sex position known as the RUSTY TROMBONE.

Rusty trombone is a euphemism for a sexual act in which a man stands with his knees and back slightly bent, with feet at least shoulder width apart in order to expose the anus.[1] The other partner typically kneels behind the man and performs analingus while reaching up beneath the testicles or around the body to manually administer rapid up and down motions of the penis, mimicking the motions of a trombone player.[1][2]

Rusty Trombone

Click the photo to see it larger on our Tumblr site.

Come to think of it, I haven’t received my rusty trombone yet. Ahem. Is my SexFairy reading this? She better be. I’ll report on the results soon.

And on a funny note, apparently in some couples, one partner’s understanding of what a “rusty trombone” is, is different than the others!

Husband wants a rusty trombone for his birthday

She needs to read up on sexual terms or metallurgy, as of course, trombones are made of brass, which does not rust.

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!!   ;)

Submissively Desperate. Desperately Submissive?

 Fairy Dust  2 Responses »
Apr 272011
 

counting days. or naughty points?As I’ve mentioned before, Whitman and I are working against distance and time apart in our relationship. We’ve had what I consider to be QUITE A BIT of time apart lately, and I miss him terribly. I was actually in a bit of a snit when he left last time, and have been only marginally better in between. (I actually told him ‘maybe you should stay home then.’)
<GASP!> (um…yes, naughty point added.)

I am contrite / We made up.

He let me know on Monday that he would see me Thursday night, (even though we both have Wednesday and Thursday off). I MENTIONED (again) that I was available Wednesday, too. He said he’d see me Thursday.  I’ve been so disappointed.  I was feeling so desperate to see him. I wanted to SHOW him how much I miss him when he’s gone, how much I need him near me always. I was starting to feel so needy, and the desire to just fall to the floor when I see him and latch on to his legs with both arms…like a toddler having a breakdown…was looming large.

TODAY he let me know he could be here today.

SexFairy: omgahhhhhh I’m so fucking glad you’re coming here!!!! I didn’t want to ask again. :)
Whitman: I always was. You just need to learn some submissive desperation.

HOW DID HE KNOW??!!

Top Tumblr Tuesday #7

 Toy Reviews  1 Response »
Apr 262011
 

From our Tumblr site at http://thenaughtyspot.tumblr.com/, it’s Top Tumblr Tuesday #7.

After our MFF party the other weekend, written about HERE, I’ve been thinking more and more about putting SexFairy to use. And by “use” I mean for her to be a fuck toy for whomever wants to use her, however they want to. She’s mine to keep, or share. The thought of seeing her in the middle of a room, naked, and ready for the next in line, is very hot.

Any takers?Fuck Party tumblr

Click the photo to see it larger on our Tumblr site.

Blonde, Brunette, What Else??

 Fairy Dust  3 Responses »
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.

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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?

Naked & Naughty. A Point Left On the Road

 Toy Reviews  4 Responses »
Apr 202011
 

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Naked,” I replied.

“Naked is what you are, not how you feel,” he responded after a slight pause.

“No. I feel naked,” I insisted. “And vulnerable. A little embarrassed. Slightly humiliated.” This seemed to satisfy him.
“I also feel like your little naked pet.” THAT made him extremely happy, even though he only smiled slightly, his eyes never leaving the road.

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Whitman and I were visiting friends over the weekend, and as we traveled a four-lane highway through small town after small town, he looked at me and said, “Take off your pants.” I was a little shocked, because this wasn’t a particularly “Dom/sub” moment. I did as I was told, though.  Not that big of a deal, right? No pants. I’m in the car, who can see? We drove on for miles, chatting normally for about 15 minutes.

“Take off your panties.” I squirmed in my seat. “Really?” I thought, but did as I was instructed without saying a word. NOW I was feeling a little more uncomfortable. I mean, really…truck drivers could see in the window as we passed them on the road.

Another fifteen minutes or so had passed. “Take off your top.” Now clad only in my bra, I tried to keep up a semblance of normal communication, like this wasn’t KILLING ME to sit naked in a car hurtling down the highway. Whitman had warned me that the punishment for one of my Naughty Points would be hard for me. I had no idea how hard. I kept thinking to myself, “PLEASE let this be it. SURELY he won’t have me COMPLETELY NAKED.” Surely he WOULD.

Obviously.
What was I thinking?

Finally completely naked fifteen minutes or so later, I could no longer carry on conversation normally. Whitman gazed at me with a satisfied look. “Now masturbate.” I noticed the wetness between my legs (way back somewhere between removing panties and bra). I had been holding my legs tightly together since I was naked, and my thighs were wet already. My breath caught as I slipped my two fingers between them. I was shocked at HOW WET I was already.

I began to masturbate slowly, and leaned my head back against the seat, never taking my eyes from Whitman. I COULDN’T take my eyes from him. After passing through a few more tiny towns, he slapped my inner thigh. HARD, and said, “You can cum. I recommend it, actually.”
Within seconds, I was on the edge, straining my hips against the seatbelt that held me close to the leather seat. THAT made me even. wetter.
I came.
I didn’t care who saw.
It was for him.

Afterward, when I was dressed again, I just wanted to curl up next to Whitman with my head on his shoulder. Lesson learned. Really. Now, just 7 more points to go…

Labia on the Loose

 Fairy Dust  6 Responses »
Apr 142011
 

conversation following a recent FMF NaughtySpot adventure:

Whitman: “Your pussy feels much better than hers, by the way.”

Sex Fairy: “Really? Awww, thanks! But hers is so much cuter – it’s all tucked in.
Mine’s so crazy with my labia hanging out!”

Whitman: “Yes, but with yours you know exactly what you’re getting.”

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Predictive(predictable) Sexting

 Fairy Dust  2 Responses »
Apr 122011
 

I use SwiftKey “smart keyboard” for my phone. It ‘learns’ words and phrases that I use, and offers them to me as I type — a little more reliably than regular predictive text. Sometimes. Sometimes I think it’s making jokes at my expense, or I’m a slutty drunk. Maybe both.

I started typing “Enjoy your first day of v…”
(where ‘v’ = ‘vacation’).
My phone’s #1 suggestion?

VODKA.

Yes, friends, enjoy your FIRST DAY OF VODKA.

I started typing ‘Get your butt…’
(intended phrase = ‘get your butt to school!’)
My phone’s first suggestion for the next word in this phrase?

PLUG.

GET YOUR BUTT PLUG??

Am I really that easy? Probably.

Evolution of Submission

 Fairy Dust, lovegasm  1 Response »
Apr 072011
 

Whitman and I were talking last night, and I began to reminisce about our first date(s). Somehow, rapidly (but not shockingly) the conversation turned to sex. We were talking about the new Naughty Points system that he instituted, and I told him how surprised I was by it.
I also told him how glad I was that he surprised me with it. And how hot it made me.

I earned points before I even knew we had a point system! He posted here about it, and I read the rules along with the rest of the world. It was perfect that way – the Whitman Sneak Attack. I had no time to ponder, dwell, or fret over the impending system. It caused me to IMMEDIATELY snap to attention, and focus my mind on HIM/us/my wet cunt. (I DO NOW have time to ponder and fret over impending punishments, though… When? What? How much?)

This may seem out of line to some people in D/s relationships where everything is negotiated and spelled out in advance. To me, this was just another example of the perfect evolution of our relationship, and especially the evolution of the KINKY parts of our relationship. It’s like Whitman just KNOWS me…maybe better than I know my SELF (and he’s right. As usual.
I DEFINITELY need some re-training).

I’ve always had a predilection for submissive sex, but shared that with very few people.
I’ve never explored it fully. I wondered out loud to Whitman how it even came up in our relationship. We’ve always been wide open emotionally and sexually with each other. I guessed THAT’S how it came up.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Whitman, though, reminded me that I had started dropping hints early on, and he took it from there. (He’d grasped my hands in a certain way over dinner…I asked him about it the next day. He claimed it was innocent; I still think he knew what he was doing…even subconsciously).

It has progressed from that ‘innocent’ hand-grab, to light restraint and spanking to heavier restraint, heavier physical torment, sensory deprivation, breath play, denial (of whatever), etc., etc., etc.…
It’s like a never-ending flow of ideas and exploration.
I want it to keep going and growing. Forever.
I want to be everything to him. (We do have a very real relationship OUTSIDE of Dom/sub sex, but it is so fluid. We move from one to the other and back effortlessly.)

69_in_contemplation_lrgRight now, I want to explore further a service-oriented submission…kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock while he works, doing his bidding at mealtimes, crawling, corseted on hands and knees to bring him the belt to spank me. You know, just regular stuff. ;) I want to get to a really deep place of submission…to be able to stop battling with my ‘real world’ self about what’s okay and what’s acceptable, and just let. it. go.

I really, REALLY want to get to a place where I can FULLY appreciate his pleasure for just what it is, and focus on that… For instance, if he WANTS or NEEDS to have sex with someone else, (or wants ME to have sex with someone else, for that matter), I want to WANT THAT for him. That part might take me a while, but I’m working on it.

What I did. Was I out of line? By how much?

 whoregasm  8 Responses »
Apr 022011
 

I confess.

I flirted with a teenager. And the teen flirted with me. She was “close” to eighteen (okay, slightly Not her, but similarless). She was sexy, with eyes that pulled me in. She kept looking at me, flashing her smile. I kept looking at her. I felt awesome. I felt young and sexy and attractive. My camera clicked a hundred shots that night, most of this her. In one photo she was pulling up her shirt to flash me. She left with her friends, and then came back in alone and pulled her shirt back up exposing her flat stomach, just for me. I reveled in the attention, and so did she.

All this was in front of SexFairy. I flirted like a drunk middle aged idiot (so I’ve been told).  And I liked it. SexFairy didn’t like it at all.     Not…At….All.     But I had had quite a few drinks by then, and hardly noticed. Certainly not enough to care.

Now, to be clear. I didn’t touch the girl. I never saw anything I shouldn’t have. I never did anything, offered anything, suggested anything, made any inappropriate motion of any kind. But it was obvious where my head was at. And the girl didn’t seem to mind either.

Not her, but similarOkay. SO WHAT? So WHAT is SexFairy was very, shall we say, unimpressed. Admittedly, not without some justification. We got into a mini fight later that night and I passed out alone on a porch facing the ocean, only to return many hours later.

Here, on this blog, SexFairy writes “If you want it, I want to do it.” Now of course there are things one should definitely NOT do. But again, I didn’t do anything. What I wanted from SexFairy was to play along with me. To support my flirty-ness, at least after the fact. To ride my pervy wave with me. To tease me about it later.

If you want to be my SexFairy, then be my SexFairy. Give me what I want. When I want. Tease me. Pretend with me. Suggest the sexy, the erotic, the edge. Love what I suggest.

Ride my pervy wave. I’ll do the same with you.

AFTERWARD: This is a post about a real incident that occurred a few weeks ago. I have been wanting to write since it happened but have found it very difficult to express. Even now that it’s written I am not confident I have accurately expressed my feelings. I fear it makes me look like a potential sexual predator (which I am definitely NOT). I want everything with SexFairy, even if sometimes it’s just a mental fantasy to share only with her. And I want her to want the same with me.

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