Pussy Prettification Project, Part 2

 Fairy Dust, labiaplasty  2 Responses »
Feb 182012
 

I’m counting down to my surgery – FOUR DAYS!! Have I mentioned how excited I am??

This surgery isn’t my first ‘pussy procedure,’ though.  About twenty years ago, I decided, “Well, if I’m going to have these giant labia, I should be proud of them.” I called my friend the midwife and asked what she thought about piercing one for me (This was just before the rise of body piercing professionals and studios). What she thought about it was that I was absolutely crazy. I then explained (and cajoled): “They’re just there. Like earlobes. Why not??” She finally gave in. I went to her office and she pierced me, inserted the jewelry, and made me promise never to tell anyone. I felt like I had a sexy secret in my panties  for years, and then a couple of years ago, I just tired of it. I took the jewelry out. My lips went back to being unremarkable, except for their size.

no pictures remain of my pierced pussy

And now, here I am. After years of gazing longingly at photos of neat little pussies without dangling lips, I’m about to have one of my own. I can picture exactly how I will look. My inner lips will just lightly ruffle along the outer lips, and not the other way around. For the past few weeks, every time I’ve been to the bathroom, I end up examining my lady lips. When I get undressed to shower, I play “let’s pretend”: I tuck the big parts in and smile at how it looks. I get excited about the surgery all over again.

All of a sudden, though, all I see are photos of big labia. They’re everywhere! (Have you seen Tumblr this week??) What if I miss mine when they’re gone? Will I spend the next twenty years mourning the loss of “a part of me”? Will I constantly be thinking or saying “I used to have big labia”? Will I regret this?

Lounging in Lingerie

 Fairy Dust  1 Response »
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.

Living the Dream

 Fairy Dust  1 Response »
Feb 152012
 

cocktail party nightly

My Dearest Whitman,

Remember the days not so long ago when we chatted online and dreamt of one day living together? I said something like, “I can’t wait until the day we can go home after a day at work and we can drink, have kinky sex, and make fun of Republicans.”

Well, here we are, livin’ the dream, baby!

Love,
Sex Fairy

Birthday Spanking

 Fairy Dust  No Responses »
Feb 122012
 

sparkler-cupcakes-thumb18709828Happy Birthday to Us!! What a fun year of blogging it’s been…thanks to everyone who’s been reading along. Happy Birthday to you, too! Now bend over!!

It’s so hard to believe, but this little Naughty Spot is over a year old. Even though our first “test posts” were on February 1st, our first “real post,” Sleep Choking, came later in the month. I just re-read it and had a flashback of how hot that moment was in real life. I love the way that Whitman knows what I need, sexually and otherwise, without me saying a word.

There have been so many sexy moments like that this past year, but somehow we’ve let the blog-writing part of our lives slip away a little bit. I promise, Dear Reader, that I will pick it up a little.  If not, I just might deserve a spanking of another sort.

Sexy Valentine’s Day Shopping

 Fairy Dust, Toy Reviews  No Responses »
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)!!

SexFairy Bikini Montage

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Feb 072012
 

bikini top montage

that’s all, or did you want more?

Two Girls, One Cock

 Fairy Dust, sexy sex, whoregasm  5 Responses »
Feb 012012
 

Threesomes. They’re everywhere. If you’re hanging around people who are into sex at all, this will soon seem to be no big deal. I mean people are doing it all the time, right? Has anyone ever thought much about the types of threesomes out there? (I’m just talking about FMF threesomes this time. I’ll address MFM another time.)

Even though we’ve had threesomes, it feels like Whitman’s never had a “real” threesome with me. We’ve had a few three-way encounters with another girl, but they’ve been mostly about me. My bi-girlie friend likes to get with me it seems, and though we all three have sex together and all at the same time, it feels like the play revolves around me.

We did have the encounter with the daddy’s girl, but that was only a quasi-threesome. I was more of a facilitator, helping as needed, but not fully participating.

This Sex Fairy can’t wait for the day when I can deliver this to Whitman: A threesome for HIM. You know, two girls, one cock…tumblr_lxuyr5JaOO1r6rkheo1_500

Imagine the possibilities; two mouths on his cock; one mouth on his balls and one on his cock; both rimming and cocksucking all at once; one girl sitting on his dick, and one on his tongue…

Sex Fairy’s Bedtime Story

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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.

Who’s Your Daddy?

 Fairy Dust, whoregasm  1 Response »
Jan 262012
 

So. They played.

It was fun. They played, I watched, I facilitated a little, just a touch or a helping hand here and there. It was amazing to see Whitman so turned on and feeling like a king. He was in charge of two hot ladies, and what man wouldn’t love THAT? I find Whitman to be the sexiest man alive normally, and that was just amplified in this case.

I’m OK with the sex, and the daddy/girl dynamic was truly very sexy. Actually I’m more than OK with the sex. I liked it. I liked seeing Whitman spanking her young pale ass. I liked hearing her whimper when he did. I loved seeing him fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. When she moved to put her feet on his shoulders as he fucked her, I warned her in a quietly sing-song voice, “It’s going to huuuurt…”
I don’t think she believed me.
Until it was over.

There’s no polyamory for me here, though. I’m not comfortable with them having a “side” relationship (any relationship…?).  Nor has he indicated an interest in one, but there’s no real place for me in the sex that they have. She’s straight and just wants daddy. I’m mostly straight, and I don’t want a little girl, so from where I sit, this goes nowhere. Next??

I’m not sure how this will play out, but I’m a little exhausted by it already. I’m not too exhausted to have sex, though. Is it time to go home yet?

Opening Myself

 Fairy Dust  No Responses »
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?

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