reclaiming His

He opened the door to the small beach shack he had secured for their weekend and she walked  over the threshold.

She gently placed her bag on the bench and reaching down to the hem of her dress pulled it slowly over her bare rounded cheeks and over the nakedness of her exposed breasts as she lifted it over her head. The light filmy material fell from her fingertips to the floor.

She turned to face him, the reflection of the strong sunshine bouncing off the water outside the door warmed her and relaxed her like she hadn't felt in a very long time.

He had enjoyed the unwrapping of his girl. She stood quiet and calm in her demeanor, meeting his gaze with her clear hazel eyes. He had always loved these large almond shaped pools though never so much as when they looked up at him from his groin, her mouth filled with cock.

He moved to the chair by the window taking in the view of the beach and the water. He had chosen a secluded beach and shack. Nobody to bother them for the whole weekend. He had needed to reconnect with his girl and she him. She needed to be stripped bare, exposed and centred in a way that only he could accomplish in this secluded far away setting.

'Kneel.'

She came to him, her ample breasts bouncing slightly with each gentle step. She knelt at his feet looking at him for his next instruction. He picked up  book and began to read. She remained where she was, content. When he had finished his reading he sat her with her back to him, her legs wide and knees bent. He leaned over her exploring her body, rolling her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His hand slid to her slick pink flesh, his hot breath in her ear, his lips skimming her cheek. Her eyes closed as a sigh escaped her mouth.

He worked her little sensitive button, the palm of his hand pressing her mound. Her pelvis dancing to the pleasure he allowed her. Rocking forward and up into his hand, desperation growing to engulf his finger in the wet heat. He worked her, his teeth sinking into her cheek just to let her know she was still his, no matter how far she drifted.

The heat built in her. The pressure on her button building the pressure in her pelvis. His fingers sliding in side her to relieve her internal ache. He made her remain there through that sensitive part where she felt she could take no more of her clit being pulled and remodelled and she whimpered for relief.

Like some macabre hommage to a film crew art, the sound of the sea crashing to the sand floated on the breeze though the open window as she came to his touch, to his bite, to the pull and pinch on her hard nipple.

Wet, slick, sweat.

She turned to balance on her knees as he stood, his zipper opening to release his hard, hot and she thought, enormous cock. Anticipation made her mouth water as he began to slap her cheek with her reward.

He would make her beg today. He relished the need in her eyes, the desperation in her lips. He knew too well the ache that her need created in her slut pussy.

Source: the Intranet, photographer unknown.

It's Cliterrific!

Last Monday, I took my licensure exams. I had to do a lot of guessing, but I think I did all right. I should get the results in a few weeks, but for now I'm relishing in the fact that they are OVER!

In order to celebrate that night, I decided to spend a little alone time with my Cliterrific Cup before heading to bed. She's relatively new to me, and I'd used her in the shower before, but I wanted to just lie down, relax, and cum and cum and cum.

I lied down on my bed, brought Tumblr up on my phone for a little visual stimulation, and slipped this sex toy slowly into my pussy. The texture felt fantastic, and I could immediately tell I was going to enjoy this. A lot.

I gently fucked myself for a while.
Pushing it in.
Pulling it out.
Feeling the grooves and enjoying the sensations.

Pushing it in deep one more time, I finally turned it on. I adjusted and played with the rotating controls. The end of the shaft swirls in a slight circular motion, and it's easy to switch the rotation from clockwise to counter-clockwise with the push of a button. The intensity of the rotations also has 3 speeds.

Even on the highest speed, the rotations are gentle. Also, I found this to be the noisiest aspect of the toy. It made me a little self-conscious with Jasper in the next room, so I would switch it on and off frequently, but didn't necessarily keep that part running for an extended period.

After playing with the rotation feature for awhile, I turned it off and turned on the vibrator. It only vibrates in the clitoral stimulator, but it was plenty for me. When I had the shaft deep in my pussy, the clit bullet hit my clit perfectly. Even on the lowest vibration setting, it felt fantastic. The increase of two more speeds made me cum right away.

Of course, I wasn't finished yet.

I had to try them out together.

This. Felt. Amazing!

This rabbit vibrator did not disappoint. The combination of ridges, rotations, and vibrations was definitely enough to throw me over the edge. A couple times.

This is called the cliterrific cup, though, so I wanted to figure out the benefit of the cup at the end of the shaft. It doesn't vibrate at all; it only rotates. Still, I wanted to see how it would feel to have it cup my clit while rotating. It felt good, of course, but not good enough to cum. I definitely prefer the shaft inserted into my pussy.

As I mentioned, I have used this while standing in the shower. I found the sensations to be even more instense in the hot, steamy shower. I think the standing position really does the trick for me.

Jasper and I have also used this toy as a couple. No promises, but that may be a post for another time. Let me just say that with the shaft in my ass and the bullet against his balls, we were definitely both loving this toy.

fantasy for Sir

I thought all day as I rushed around with errands. What is a fantasy of mine other than to be owned completely and all that might mean?

I have always dreamed about being tied, bound in some way and used in what ever way a stranger might use me. Alone in my bed, sleeping and enter a stranger, a trusted stranger. Earlier he has instructed me how I must be waiting. Naked, asleep, and with some devices that may be used for binding, scarves, rope, any other things that might be useful I have been told to get together in anticipation.

Asleep, a hand goes tight over my mouth, hand to my mound, "quiet" whispers a deep voice gruffly, fingers probing into my quickly moistened warmth

A jangle of metal buckles as leather cuffs are tightened around my ankles and wrists...a collar around my neck...the clink of metal fasteners wrists to ankle..his hand twisting through my hair pulling my head back.

Then, that sound..the belt buckle undone, the whoosh of the leather through belt loops....finally the sting, the kiss of leather on my presented bottom. The anxiety of the first time, letting go in trust.
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I had only 20 minutes before I wasn't alone...I flew into my bedroom ripped my jeans and panties with pink dots down to my knees. I didn't bother removing my t shirt and pink lace bra. I kicked my strappy black sandals off.

I  reached into my side cupboard for my We-Vibe..my little purple beast hoping like hell it would be charged..it's been so long since I have dived into my vibrator bag. As luck would have it, it was buzzing...onto my clit and inside my pussy it slid. A little wet but not too much...soon changing with the touch of the vibe.

I was building quickly, very quickly, playing my fantasy in my head. Meeting for the first time. The anxiety, trepidation.

Then a wicked idea came to me...  I wonder if the other vibrator has a battery in it? ;)
I rolled to the cupboard next to my bed leaving the first vibrator in place to do its work and found with delight the other vibrator did indeed have some life in it!...a little lubricant and this one slid with a little effort into my waiting, aching pink puckered bottom. I felt very dirty, very wicked and very slutty...and so relieved.

Building to waves of ecstasy I let go, not too loud, just quietly intense. It was very nice. I touched my engorged little button and thought, mmm I think I need to do this again. Almost immediately I came again.

I felt my she returning. The delicious little whore wiggling her arse again.

With a rush and a flurry and a very fuzzy brain I leaped to my feet (I would have rather had a sleep) and dressed, giggling at my wickedness. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair was definitely reminiscent of the girl who has been fucked. Covering one eye..the other eye was dreamy looking. My face looked as mushy as my head felt. I had that look about me that I love..satisfied and just fucked.

I thought I should take a photo of this look for Sir..lol and laughed at myself..maybe one day..

X enjoy 



zzz - Dean Yeagle



Lazy Saturday

This is the first Saturday in weeks that I've been able to sleep in. Even Sallie didn't beg for breakfast until 6am and then I was promptly able to fall back asleep until 8am. That's like sleeping in an extra 2 1/2 to 3 hours. Sweet!

Post-Run Nipples

I lazily got ready for my long Saturday run.
It was hot.
It was humid.
My run was actually pretty great, though.

After my run, I did a little blog reading.
You know to cool down before hopping in the shower.

The water felt so nice cascading down my body.
My tits.
My nipples.
My clit.

I couldn't help myself as my hand slid down to my special spot. It felt so good, so relaxing after a long, hard run.

It was a great shower. *grin*

After toweling off and returning to the bedroom, I saw that Jasper had put on some porn while I was in the shower. He was kind of in a groove (hehe) and I was still feeling pretty good from my shower, so I just lied down on the bed to enjoy the show.

Before long, my hand had again found it's way down to my clit, and I was cumming again before I knew it.
I'd cum twice by the time Jasper finished.

*totally blissed out*

Now that's the way to start my weekend!

An Interview with Jasper (and a review)

I agreed to write a review of the Maximus lubricant. At first, I thought this would be a great opportunity to try out a new lube. Unfortunately, writing the review became a real struggle. We simply do not use lube very often. When we do, it's because it has become absolutely necessary. By that time, I am rarely able to focus on the lube itself, as I am too focused on the pleasure of the sex I am enjoying.

So, I kept putting off writing this review.

Meanwhile, the bottle kept getting emptier and emptier. ;) I asked Jasper to write a review on this water-based lube, but he didn't know what to write.

Then, I came up with a brilliant idea of doing a little Q&A with him. I figured it might be kind of fun for you all to get to know him a little better. Let's go ahead and jump right in.

Q: How often do you masturbate?
A: Every other day

Q: Besides lube, do you use any other kinds of aids to help you out? Toys? Pictures? Videos?
A: Videos

Q: What's your favorite kind of porn? Any favorite pornstars?
A: DPs and sometimes gang bangs. I have a huge list of favorite pornstars. Top among which would be Tiffany Rayne, Amber Rayne, Taylor Rain, Bobbi Starr, Rachel Starr, Belladonna, and Jane Darling.

Q: How would you describe your experience using Maximus?
A: Quite good.

Q: Does it stay nice and slippery or do you need to reapply frequently to keep it from getting tacky?
A: It starts very slippery, and it stays slippery longer than any other lube I've used, but if you masturbate for a long time, you do eventually have to reapply.

Q: About how much do you need for a session? In other words does a little go a long way?
A: Yes, a little goes a long way. One pump will usually do the job; two pumps maximum.

Q: Do you have any comments on the packaging?
A: I very much like the pump. The bottle is a clear cylindrical minimalist design, which I appreciate.

Q: Overall, would you recommend this lube?
A: Highly.

Thanks, Jasper!

I hope you've found this review to be helpful. Don't forget to visit Eden Fantasys for all your adult toy needs.

masturbation & my addiction



Prayer, 1930,  Man Ray



I returned from tea with a friend, logged on and there it was, something I had not seen before, something from him, that addiction in my psyche. The one that had wriggled under my skin and continues to tickle no matter for how long he disappears.

There was this *kiss*, he had left after I logged off. At that quite unsual message from him, I rose immediately in an endeavour to achieve what he had asked me to do. I was to go to the bathroom and cum, with him in my head, fucking my mind just as he always does and then to report back to him, so at my first opportunity here I am.

The click of the lock on the bathroom door echoed on the cold tiles. I squatted, my little bullet I had grabbed immediately moving to my clit. My little pink bullet can make me cum in double time and i didn't have long. My husband would be home in 10 minutes, maybe less. The heat in me began to rise, flowing from my clit to my toes. I had not felt this feeling with anything else. The bullet hit the proverbial spot and I drank up the feeling. My mind drifted to the urgency with which I had to complete my task and as I tried to listen for the car I let go that feeling building!

I stood, the feeling, the heat, the wetness returned. I pushed my husband from my mind and pulled my addiction to me. I drew him into my mind where he bent me, forced his fingers into me and fucked my dripping wet cunt. I was breathless, hot and needy. Needy for my addiction. In a flash of white heat I felt myself cumming hard, I could feel my cum sqirting. Sometimes when this happens, I am so surprised by it, I want to stop it, but today I did not. I wanted to squirt for my addiction. I wanted to be sodden for him as he invaded my head. Tippy toes, cumming, eyes closed and squirting on the floor. I wished he were in this small cold room, fucking me, hard, hot and roughly.

Exhausted, panting, on my knees. Mopping the floor, quickly, my husband pulling into the drive..I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of my addiction. I won't give it up though, this addiction. It will live in my psyche when I am old.

my task

so...

I waited until later that night to do what you 'asked', what you expected.

I crawled into bed next to my sleeping husband. My hand slid down over my stomach, tugging slightly on the piercing in my belly button, over my smooth mound and quite nicely onto my little pleasure button moist with the anticipation of cumming in the dark, silently, for you, not for me, not for him.

Round and round, I wished I could have used my little purple buzzy beast, but the noise and activity was sure to wake him and frankly, I was a little tired, so too much leaping about was something that I wanted to avoid.


I became breathless and very aroused quite quickly, my mind drifting to "Seattle" and white hot thoughts of a man, a fantasy I had been playing with for some time now. In an instant you were there with me, standing over me in the dark, watching my slippery cunt, my fingers working for you. I imagined the silence you stood in, smiling slightly, hard as steel, sniffing the air and the drift of my scent to your nostrils, knowing that I was doing what you wanted, what you demanded, while I lay next to my husband, the man I fuck every day.


My toes began to curl, my legs grew taut as every muscle in them clenched bringing me closer to the edge. So very wet as I imagined you there, heard your voice in my head.


Your smooth voice, deep, strong and so bloody sexy. Filled with confidence in every word you say, not sleazy, just sure of every word you utter. That's half the attraction I think, your voice that can take me to those pretty places, with such confidence, like a play rehearsed a million times. You never stumble over those words. You always know what's coming next. You never appear to feel uncomfortable uttering things that belong better to a porn movie than to my everyday life. You are always present, in that moment, as if you exist for that, to be uttering those words across the distance to me, where I exist only to respond to them. It's all very sexy, potent.


As my head played all these thoughts, something unintentional happened. My husband stirred, rolled toward me and found me pleasuring myself for you, though I believe he didn't see you standing over me and he certainly didn't see your hand resting on my belly, palm pressing on my mound, nor your long fingers splayed down to my clit.


His hand moved to my round ample breasts, flicking at my hard nipples. I felt a little disgruntled at first. Pushing him away didn't seem an option as clearly, I was close to coming. I was looking forward to coming. A silent coming somehow builds more energy for my pussy. Energy unable to escape from my mouth is diverted to my pussy, making my orgasm electric. Then afterwards, slight nausea as I try to catch my breath in quiet, controlled, dizzy, chest heaving, bottom tingling. But now with him stirring it was unlikely I was going to be able to get to complete my task and sleep quickly.


His hand moved to squeeze my throat. He pushed his face into my cheeky, his hot breath on my ear. I felt his hard, hot, cock on my thigh. I knew I was going to be fucked. I closed my eyes, I kept you there, your hand round my throat, your hot breath in my ear, your voice telling me to come, your hand sliding around my clit, so close to coming.


A gush and a hurry, his hand squeezing tighter round my throat, (something I love, the shame of admitting that makes my cunt tingle even now - all those things that nice girls are expected to deny exist in themselves), I came, his hand moving over my mouth, 'shhhh' growled in my ear.


Hardly having time to finish my orgasm, your orgasm, to its conclusion, he flipped me onto my stomach, pushed my head into the mattress, thrust my legs apart with his knee and pushed himself inside so forcefully, I let out a cry muffled by the mattress. FUCK!, that was a surprise! His hands on my head holding me down, his forearms pinning me under his full weight on my back. Pulling slowly out and then in again, gaining strength speed and depth. My agitation at him interrupting my 'task' was dissipating, especially as he had chosen the method I most liked (mind you he rarely chooses any other these days; the genie is out of the bottle).


It became quite clear that at that moment I was lost in his need, I was being used, I was there to serve his desire. Objectification...oh my my. I was still breathless, still dizzy, and being fucked in the most deliciously unexpected way. I smiled into the mattress and wondered at your approval, then, the most primal cry came from him and he collapsed into me...pulling my hair away from my neck, soft lips kissing it gently, he rolled off me, cum spilled from my pussy...gathering me in his arms...my thoughts drifting to you..hmm I don't think this is quite what you expected from me... sleep.

OPW: Week 5

What's under those adorable panties?
*click*

And from the back?
*click*

Just one from Wed :(

Those panties seem to be falling
*click*

Ooh! Green panties.
*click*

New this week...
A sexy, little story.

Thankfully, all stalls were free.

Finally.

I pulled down my jeans and panties, licked my fingers, and starting rubbing my clit.

Rubbing my fingers along my slit.

Feeling how wet my pussy had gotten.

Sliding a finger inside. Two.

Leaning my back against the wall of the furthest stall, I brought my fingers back out and rubbed my clit.

Pushing harder.

Feeling the pleasure ripple through me.

Licking my fingers, tasting me.

Bringing my fingers back to my clit, rubbing more vigorously.

Feeling my legs begin to tremble.

My back slowly, uncontrollably sliding down the wall.

Until I'm nearly squatting.

My head leans back against the wall, my back arches a bit.

My feet begin tapping from my shaking legs.

I rubbed my clit harder, faster.

Trying to control my breath.

Oh fuck!

I circle my clit a few more times, and rub uncontrollably.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!

I can't take it anymore.

Pleasure is writhing throughout my body.

Oh yes!!

I collapse.

And take a deep breath.

Back to work.

In the Kitchen

I leaned my ass against the cupboard under the sink, gazing out towards the sheerly-covered window.

I spit on my fingers and brought my right hand down to my clit. Rubbed briefly. Slid my fingers along my slit, coating my lips with juices.

I slipped two fingers deep, deep into my pussy. Just as you like.

My body began to tremble.

I pulled them out and rubbed my clit some more. hard. fast. furious.
Doubling my body over in pleasure.

I could feel my body nearing the edge, wanting more.

I slipped my fingers back inside.
Pumping.
Wriggling.
Fucking.

Back to my clit.

Legs trembling.

Back in my pussy.

Fucking. fucking. fucking.

Oh.
Oh.
OH!

Convulsions. Sweet convulsions.

Total collapse to the kitchen floor.

Oh.

fuck.

yeah.

I Thought of you...

...in the shower this morning as the hot water cascaded down my body.
...as I cupped my breasts - pinching, teasing my nipples.

I thought of you...

...as my hand drifted down to the folds of my desire.
...as I rubbed and caressed my erogenous bud.

I thought of how easily you make me cum...

...with the whisper of my name.
...with the simple words, cum for me, Lola, cum.

I thought of you...

...as I relinquished my body to the thrill of pleasure pulsating through my core.

I thought of you!

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Deny Myself? Um. No.

It could've been the contrast between the cold, snowy air outside and the warm water cascading down my body.

Or it could've been the relief I felt after staying up all night finishing a paper due in a few hours.

In either case, I could not deny how delightful it felt to soap up my pussy during my normal morning ablutions. The feel of my fingers slipping along my slit was so welcoming. I knew I couldn't get out of the shower without satisfying myself first. A quick peek out at the clock assured me I had plenty of time.

I rubbed my clit slow and gentle at first.
Teasing
Giving into the pleasure.
Wanting more.

I looked around inside the shower for something that might intensify these sensations. Disappointed that there were no clips or barrettes to clamp to my hardening nipples, I reached for the bottle of shampoo.

Yes, that would do nicely indeed.

Getting the bottle wet under the stream of the water, I brought it to my dripping pussy lips. With relative ease, I pushed the bottle in deeper and deeper until my pussy felt full.

I tilted my head against the shower wall, allowing myself to succumb to the heat that was beginning to emanate from deep within me.

I worked my makeshift dildo in and out of my pussy.
In and out.
In and out.

I rubbed my clit.
Round and round.
Faster.
Harder!

Until I could take no more, my body convulsing against the wall.

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