Oct 102012
 

Last Saturday night, SexFairy and I had a pretty damn good dinner, got a bit drunk, and then a bit horny, and ended the night with a sexual first, in a kind of funny whoops way.

SexFairy likes being, shall we say, restrained. She says she finds it comforting and arousing at the same time. I have tied her body with rope, tied her to the ceiling while standing, tied her bent over to a stool, to a door, to a shower wall…the list just goes on and on. But she gets tied up for other reasons than my getting to fuck her at my will. Some nights, as we are getting close to going to sleep, I will get this urge and ask her if she’d like to be tied up for sleep. She always says, “yes please”.

So Saturday night, in bed, I asked, and she replied as always, “yes please”. I attached velcro thigh cuffs followed by wrist cuffs. Then I attached them all together, leaving it just loose enough so she could sleep. Of course once my mind gets started, it doesn’t tend to stop. So I asked if she’d like an anal plug for the night, and of course she said “yes please”.

SexFairy’s ass is on the tight and sensitive side, so I picked out one of our smaller glass plugs, a beautiful blue one. I grabbed a bottle of anal lube we had recently received, but not yet tried out. SexFairy was still wearing her panties so I pulled them down to the edge of the cuffs. Then with a nice puddle of lube in my hand starting massaging her, ass and pussy, sliding my fingers in and out of her holes as I went. Soon she was gasping with pleasure and my cock was rock hard. With that and her now relaxed and lubed ass, I told her I was going to fuck her ass, and she moaned “yes please”.

SexFairy was tied like this with her hands attached

Mounting her from behind while she lay on her side, I fucked SexFairy’s ass very hard and deep. It was a literal ass pounding. I said to her, “where’s my cock” and she replied “in my ass”. I said “what’s in your ass” and she said “daddy’s cock”. I said “where should I cum” and she said “in my ass”. I called her my “dirty whore” and she said “cum in my dirty whore ass”. So I did. I exploded inside her ass, filling it with my cum. After managing to slide my swollen cock out and thinking I should keep all that lovely cum inside her ass, I then put the anal plug into her ass, so none would drip out. I went to the bathroom, leaving her bound and ass fucked, full of my cum, with the plug in her ass.Glass plug, lost in her ass

That’s when I heard her call me. But not in a sexy fuck me way. In a help-me-get-here-now voice. The one that’s no longer playing. I immediately came back and she said, “the plug’s gone in my ass”. I was able to reach a few fingers inside her ass and while I could feel it there I could not grab ahold of it in anyway. We are talking about a lubed piece of smooth glass in her anus mind you. Quickly I unbound her and she went into the bathroom. There she squatted naked on the floor and, well, pushed the plug out, shall we say.

SexFairy came back to bed. I removed all the restraint cuffs, kissed her sweetly, and told her what a good ass whore she was. Lying there a few minutes, I then said, would you like to do that again soon? And she said, “yes please”.

So new rule. Small plug before anal sex. Large plug after anal sex.
We are still smiling over that one.

Jun 292012
 

Last night, Whitman strapped me to the bed, face-down and spread-eagle. He lubed my ass, then fucked my ass, and after it was all over, he made me sleep in fuzzy pink handcuffs. All I can say is thank goodness they are fuzzy. (This is actually a great use for fuzzy handcuffs. Comfort while sleeping.)fuzzy pink handcuffs

In all seriousness: Here’s what’s interesting about this. I liked it. I mean, we all know I like to be tied down, and we know I like having my ass fucked, even when it’s difficult for me. I love the ‘thoroughly used’ feeling I have after a good ass fucking, even when “thoroughly used” feels like “thoroughly sore.” But this? I liked the bedtime cuffs. Who knew?
I can’t remember sleeping while restrained before. (Have I, Daddy? Am I forgetting something?)

I’ve read stories of subs being restrained while sleeping, or tied to the bed at night, and I liked those, so this shouldn’t be a surprise. I’ve always thought I would feel so content and safe sleeping that way. I was right. I was threatened with dire consequences for removing them without asking. I didn’t ask. I slept. Whitman woke in the middle night and reached over to check the cuffs. When he found them still on, he released me. I was a little disappointed, but it did make going to pee easier.

May 032012
 

I have Daddy issues. All of a sudden. And I like them.
I always thought I wouldn’t be into anything sexual that involved a “Daddy” because, well…I still call(ed) my real-life father “Daddy.” I don’t anymore. I can’t.

I have a new Daddy. Whitman.

After our brief encounter with a young lady looking for a Daddy Dom, Whitman and I gradually came to realize that we found the idea very appealing. We also realized we didn’t need another girl to play that part. This idea has been on the back burner for a couple of topless ruffle pantiesmonths, but it’s been bubbling up and boiling over again suddenly. We’ve had an epiphany of sorts:
Whitman IS my Daddy. This is a totally new dynamic and it’s amazing. It’s sexy, it’s hot, it’s wonderfully fun, and a real turn-on; I’m wet and horny just writing about it.  And get this…even though I normally can’t talk during sex, suddenly, if I’m talking to Daddy I can. I can answer any question, respond to any command, promise him anything.

Even if we’re not really engaging in sexy age-play, I love the feeling I get when Daddy calls me little girl, or babygirl, or of course, princess, in the bedroom or out. When I see Whitman after work, I want to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear, “Hi Daddy.” I want to call him Daddy all the time. Names like Sir or Master have always felt contrived and a little cheesy to me.
Calling Whitman Daddy seems like the most natural thing in the world. It’s perfect submission.Racy red riding hood

There have always been some child-like aspects to my personality anyway. For example, even though I’m smart and totally mature, I can be a little naïve, and I take great pleasure in happy things (flowers, kittens, sparkles, shiny iridescent sex toys). Suddenly, though, parts of me are becoming a little more child-like. I really want to wear not just pretty lingerie, but GIRLIE lingerie. Ruffly panties and sparkly costumes, even. I’ve ordered panties, petticoats, and ruffled socks.

I’m dying for this red riding hood dress  to come back in stock.

I know this could be a sexual phase, and it may be something that comes in and out of play for us, but if nothing else, I think the names are here to stay.

Mar 012012
 

I posted the following on Reddit and got some very fun suggestions:
[SexFairy – you are NOT ALLOWED to click on the links above.]

”We are in a dom/sub relationship for a couple years now. She is completely willing to do anything I wish, take anything I give her, even make drinks for me while I am fucking another woman. Yesterday we acquired a maid outfit. I am planning on taking a full weekend day and having her be my sex maid slave. This I have not done before and would appreciate any suggestions on how to treat her, what to make her do, what to not allow her to do….Thanks all.”Vinyl Hot Maid outfit

Fortunately we recently got this very hot little outfit from our friends over at EroticToyTown. Appropriately called the Vinyl Hot Maid Outfit, it’s a sexy little two piece with ruffled white lace around very shiny black vinyl outsides lined with soft fabric inside.

There’s something very sexy about the lace, giving an almost virginal appeal to something designed for those with, shall we say, more experience. The triangle bikini-style top has adjustable soft cording to tie around the back and around the neck. The bottom has elastic around the top and up the bottom, in a typical g-string style. The top and bottom should fit most any size woman up to about a 46” waist. The top might not look its best on a very small breasted woman as it doesn’t have any padding or support, though I doubt any man would care if his sexy woman started mopping the floor wearing this.

My favorite part is the bottom which has the "lacy apron" flap you can see in the photo. The flap is just that and can be lifted up to reveal underneath a very small g-string with a triangle front. SexFairy modeled this for me and my brain started whirring with some very nasty thoughts. Especially when she turned around exposing her ass covered only by a 1/4” elastic strap and her back with only the strings from the bra.

Unfortunately we’ll have to wait a couple more weeks before we can really enjoy this, given her recent surgery.  I will be posting a very juicy review of her day, as my maid, so stay tuned. I expect it will be one of our hotter stories for you all, and more so for us!

Feb 172012
 

Whitman and I were lying naked in bed one night last week. We were just touching each other in the dark and chatting before we fell asleep about our day, about sex (shocking, I know), and just sexiness in general. He mentioned that although I own quite a bit of lingerie, it’s not getting much use. I explained that it never seems like an “opportune time” and a seems a little silly to just put it on for something to do.

He then decided that when I get home from work, I should change into ‘something more comfortable’ (read: ‘sexy’). Daily. “Just wear it,” he said. This, of course, was a brilliant idea, and I agreed without hesitation.

I’ve always thought it would be super sexy to wander around the house in peignoirs and chemises, especially for cocktail hour.

sexy lingerie and champagne

This new plan gave me a reason to immediately order MORE lingerie and slinky dresses. I mean, if I’m going to be wearing something every single day, it’s like needing a separate wardrobe! Now I just need some marabou slippers!

I’m thoroughly enjoying the anticipation daily of thinking of what I’m going to wear for Whitman that night. Walking around like a sexy doll may or may not lead to sex, but it definitely makes him happy, and we all know how much I love that.

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.

schoolgirl skirt stockings anal spanking

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?

Oct 182011
 

Whitman doesn’t often cover me in cum. He did last night.

After some fairly gentle ‘corrections’ of my behavior, I was trying so hard to swallow Whitman’s cock, but I couldn’t take it all. It was exceptionally long, and ROCK HARD. As a matter of fact, the inside of my lip is pinched in two places from being squeezed between a cock and a hard place (namely, my teeth).

I rode his cock, facing his thigh, trying desperately to rub my clit on him to cum. He caught on to this trick rather quickly, and his command not to cum only made me want it more. Reverse cowgirl came with a new set of instructions. Whitman’s extra-hot directive to put my legs UNDER his legs while fucking him was so brilliant. It allowed him to have SUCH DEEP penetration – it felt amazing, but left me nothing to rub against.

He finally pulled me off of him, positioned me on my back, and holding my thighs and ass in the air, he fucked me, and I fucked him back as hard as I could. I wanted his whole self inside of me, not just his cock. (Obviously that didn’t happen.)

I saw his orgasm impending by the look on his face, and I felt it  coming as his cock throbbed inside of me. He pulled out. He sprayed me from my pelvis to my collarbones with his warm slippery jizz. I ran my hands up and down my body smearing it everywhere and it just. kept. coming. Afterward, I was so happy to sleep covered in him.

tumblr_l8g4lxra9R1qdynveo1_500

End result: I am SO HORNY TODAY. My breasts are aching, and my cunt is throbbing and soaking wet. I’m not allowed to masturbate until he tells me, and I don’t know when that will be. I need him to fuck me again, but I know that when he returns I will be teased mercilessly and spanked “until his arm grows tired” and be denied his beautiful cock.  Is it time yet??

Oct 172011
 

I was talking with Whitman the other day, and (not) shockingly, the conversation turned to sex. It turned to dirty, naughty, what-he-wants-to-do-next sex. He wants to get back to basics. Basic BDSM, that is. I want what he wants. Of course.

“It seems we need some new items,” he said. I agreed. I already know he wants new nipple clamps, but he continued with his shopping list. “We need a cane, and a flogger, and a paddle of some sort.” Most of my spankings have been administered by Whitman’s hands or belt. I love both. “Whoa!” I thought as my panties were instantly soaked at the thought of him wielding a cane. Or a flogger. Or a paddle. Or all of the above.

The sound of Whitman’s voice had changed in a way that I know so well. I instantly knew this was not idle talk or fantasy chat. I WILL be subjected to a serious spanking, among other submissive delights. I can’t wait. Any submissive will tell you that a good submissive session (mental or physical) is a great release. I need it. He needs it.

So. This conversation. Let’s recap: We started talking, Whitman’s voice changed, my panties were wet, and I knew it was time to head on over to EdenFantasys and get shopping!

Sex toys - EdenFantasys adult toys store

Oct 162011
 

My Dearest Whitman,

You know I’m very so very submissive, and you know I’m always trying to make sure that you’re getting maximum pleasure.  I’m always willing, always game, always ready to play, ready to give or get. Whatever you want, I want. BUT…

I always care. About myself. On some level. Somehow, there’s always my own voice in the back of my mind, wondering if you’ll go further. Wondering how much I can take, wondering if I’m doing a good enough job, whatever we’re up to. Is this going to look silly, sound silly, am I too jiggly? Me, me, me.

I’ve written before about wanting to ‘deepen my submission’ to you. But what does that mean?I want to totally give in to you. I want to spend hours upon hours as only an object for your pleasure and amusement. I want to be your plaything, whatever game you want to play. If it amuses you to do nothing with or to me, then so be it. I want to wait for you. I want to wait ON you.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it actually involves some sort of domesticity. Taking care of you…bringing you food, drinks, whatever you need, and then waiting my turn. Hoping there IS a turn. Hoping I do a good job and don’t have to be punished. Some part of me wants to be babied and treated like your sweet plaything. I want to sit at your feet and wait on you to pet my head. I want you to tell me I’m a good girl.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves me physically pleasuring you in any and every way you see fit. Bathe your balls with my tongue while you have your morning coffee? Yes, sir. Tongue your ass? Yes, Please. Massage your whole body with fragrant oil? My pleasure, obviously.

Sometimes when I think of being ‘very submissive’ to you, it involves being your toy, a totally objectified dirty whore of a spank-toy, fuck-toy, whip-toy, suck-toy, whatever-you-want-to-do-to-me-toy.  When you cinch my waist in tight and I can’t fully breathe, you’ll say that’s too bad, which is perfect. I want to have both sets of lips dripping with desire for you, to beg for your cock and be denied. I want you to slap my face for asking. Fill my mouth for talking.

I want to be so deep in my submission to you that I don’t think about myself. I want to be able to give myself physically, mentally, and emotionally to you, right down to the core. Please.

Love Always,
Your Sex Fairy
xxx