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.”

Mar 082011

This is about prostate massage. Specifically having my prostate massaged by SexFairy and how it is the most incredible feeling fucking ever.
[If you want to learn more, techniques, ect., just look it up. There are 1.6M references on google.]

I have always enjoyed a little playing around on my backdoor. That and I’ve seen a few porn videos demonstrating prostate massage. I shared some with SexFairy and, being the fairy she is, agreed that this was something we should try.

We tried once, it was okay, I guess. Kind of forgot about it.

A few months later, she’s in the mood to try again, and I of course am never in the mood to say no. Fortunately we had recently received a nice addition to our toy collection. If you are into anal play, but not into getting shit all over your hand, dick, face etc., then this is nice to have.

imageClick on the picture for more info.

This time, I’m on my back and SexFairy is between my knees, and has me all oiled up. She takes her time, enjoying some nice deep throating on my cock while stroking my ass. Her finger goes in, slowly at first. Then deeper, and deeper. She feels around. And then OH MY FUCKING GOD she’s pushing against my prostate.

I think I must be cumming. I would swear I had just put a quart of cum all over myself. I feel down. Nothing.

She does this for about 20 minutes, and the whole time I feel like I’m cumming. Not like in waves but constantly, just cumming and cumming.

Not us, but the right idea.

When I finally do cum, it’s even better as she’s still on my prostate.

I felt like I had discovered a new kind of sex. It wasn’t like any sexual feeling I had ever had before and certainly not for that duration. Imagine (guys) you are cumming and can feel the cum riding up your cock. That’s what it felt like, the whole damn time.

We are continuing to get better at this. Trying different positions and the like. I’ll post an update in the future on what really works and what, not so much. Till then. OMFG Smile

Mar 072011

I’ve been trimming, shaving, and even waxing for years. Sometimes I would leave a little landing strip, or a trimmed-up triangle, or even the lovely smooth bald Brazilian, depending on my mood and/or my lover’s preference. I kept it trimmed pretty closely even when I wasn’t seeing anyone. I know it’s the style these days to go porn-star-bare, but I think there’s a trend (micro-trend, maybe) of women growing their hair back lately.

Whitman was getting into the butter-smooth Brazilian for a while, so I’ve kept my pussy waxed for most of the past couple of years. I do love the soft after-effect of a Brazilian wax, but lately  I’m starting to think pubic hair is sexy again.

It started when Whitman and I had some time apart. I thought, “Oh, what the hell, it’s winter, let it go and see what happens.” At first the growth was sparse, but as time went on, it blossomed into a full 70’s bush! FUN!
I loved the soft and springy feel of  hair under my fingertips. Parting the hair to reach my clit with my fingers, I realized that my whole pussy was more sensitive from being hidden all day long.

I DID trim it up (a little) before finally seeing him, and then after the initial unveiling, he trimmed it himself with scissors. (That was sexy and scary all at the same time, but that’s ANOTHER post!) I’ve now trimmed it back pretty close and keep my lady lips shaved smooth when I know Whitman and I will be having playtime. I’ll probably go back to bare again eventually or occasionally, but for right now, I think this looks pretty hot…

blue light

Mar 062011

crazy for you

As Sex Fairy said here.

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 atwith 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.

Mar 042011

charlie sheenSeriously. I am. Whitman has noted that it seems I’m obsessed with getting my next ‘fix’ of the Charlie Sheen meltdown. He’s right.  I am. I am one hundred percent fascinated. I feel sort of bad about it – I mean, the guy is OBVIOUSLY having a manic episode IF he’s not on mass amounts of cocaine.
(Maybe both – my God, what a combo THAT must be!)
I just can’t stop watching/reading/smiling about it, though. Schadenfreude? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I can just relate.

Something about the complete and utter ‘fuck you’-ness of his statements makes me grin like a nutjob myself.

I mean, really…who hasn’t wanted to (figuratively, or literally) flip the whole world a bird and scream,

I know I HAVE.

Actually, wait. I HAVE done this.
I had my own similar meltdown, years ago. Excessive drinking, cocaine, sex with people known and unknown, (singles, doubles, WHOEVER). Someone I barely know told me a few years after my “episode” that I had sex with an NFL player (AND his friend) in the attic storeroom of the local dive bar.  REALLY?! Amazing. I had a brush with fame, and had no. idea. whatsoever.
I was doing what and who I wanted when and where it counted most (which was whenever and wherever I wanted). This was totally unhealthy, OBVIOUSLY, and I wouldn’t want to relive it, but it sure seemed fun at the time.

“A drug called Charlie Sheen”? FUCK Yeah, I can totally relate.

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!!!”

Mar 032011


I had a Happy Meal from McDonald’s for dinner last night. (Don’t laugh!)
Imagine my surprise when I opened the box and got a peek at the toy…



The packaging described her something like this:
“Taylor is the Shoe Fairy, because shoes are her favorite accessory.”
“Susie is the Purse Fairy, because purses are her favorite accessory.”
“Which fairy are you? What’s YOUR favorite accessory?”
I just noted the other day how much I adore BEING the sexcessory!
Which fairy am I??

I guess the word is out…

Mar 022011

imageI guess I had a dream, though I can’t recall it. It must have been the night prior, which I spent alone. By the time I got to my “Fairy” the next day, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face into her pussy. It was more a subconscious need, like a drug addiction I couldn’t shake, a high I absolutely just HAD to have.

We got into bed and I went to town. I think I was down there, licking, teasing, sucking, nibbling, biting, all with a smattering of hand stimulation, for about an hour. She eventually had to force me to stop following 6 or 7 orgasms. It just kept going.

I look forward to my next dive into compulsive cunnilingus.