all good.

We lay together on the couch, watching Doctor Who. I get up to get a drink, and during that time he hits pause, and opens up V&R’s tumblr (one of our absolute favorites). I lay on top of him and we start the kind of making out that is the fucking best – groping, deep tongue kisses, pressing our bodies together like our lives depend on it. First my shirt comes off, then my pants. After I kiss my way down his body, I loosen his belt, slide his shorts down, and lick his balls while he strokes his cock.

Gah, that’s making me hot, just writing about it.

Things progressed rather thoroughly from there. So thoroughly that we collapsed together onto the bed after he came deep inside my ass.

******

I told my counselor today that I feel very peaceful these days. Apparently the currently effective recipe is a combination of prayer, yoga, Paxil, and counseling. We went over my habits of conflict management, and soon M & I will have a conversation about how I can address the shortfalls I have in that area. I don’t know exactly where this place we’re in is, but I’m glad we’re here. It’s all good.

******

I leave you with this. Because I can.

M speaks

A: I haven’t posted in a while. What should I write about?

M: How I’m gonna give it to you up the ass tonight.

A: Really?

M: Yeah, after I tie you to the bed and spank you so hard you can’t sit down tomorrow. Then I’ll put clothespins on your nipples.

A: NO WAY. [to the clothespins, not the tying up and/or spanking.] Hey, can I interview you?

M: No.

A: Come on! Who is the sexiest person ever?

M: I’m not doing an interview with you.

A: Why not?

M: Fine. Uh… (long pause) I… I don’t know who the sexiest person ever is. Me?

A: What have we done recently that you’ve really liked?

M: Made you squirt.
[I forgot to add in this post that there was a HUGE wet spot on the bed after I came while he was eating me out. *glows with pride*]

A: What are you looking forward to trying next?

M: Woman.

A: Can you elaborate?

M: A second woman.

A: What do you hope she looks like?

M: That she has beautiful eyes and huge knockers.

A: What, mine aren’t big enough for you?

M: No, yours are plenty fine. Really that she’s not 51.
[the woman we thought might work out from CL turned out to be 51, past our preferred age range of 25-45]

A: What if I want to see you fuck her?

M: That’s fine.

A: Do you have a hard-on right now?

M: Give me 30 seconds and I can.

A: Do you have any questions for me?

M: Uh, no? Maybe? I guess… I’ll come back to that.

A: When?

M: I’ll have to check my daytimer.

A: But I thought I was your secretary? You’re totally sleeping with your secretary.

M: Yeah.

A: It’s like you work for Sterling Cooper Draper Price.

M: (long pause) What? Okay.

I probably shouldn’t interview him during a baseball game.

********edit********

M: Wait, you don’t have any more questions?

A: You seemed to be done. I already published.

M: It was a statement, not a question.

A: Ok, If you could only do one sexual thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

M: Oh, good Lord. Uh… receive blowjobs.

A: Well, that’s predictably male answer.

M: Well, it’s not gonna be masturbation!

A: Well, what if I’m dead?

M: I didn’t specifically say I’d get them from you.

A: You’re so sweet.

M: Yes. I mean, it would be from you until you die. Plan on doing that anytime soon?

A: Not if I can help it, dear. If you could pick any man alive to have sex with, who would it be?

M: I’ve never really thought about it. (very long pause) I don’t think there’s an answer to that question.

A: Hmmm. Have you ever had a crush on any of our friends?

M: I don’t want to say crush, but… I don’t know.

A: Let me put it this way…

M: (predicting what I was about to ask) Did I ever want to *do* any of our friends? I guess I was somewhat interested in S—— and then I was a little interested in K—–, and then I lost interest, but then I saw her <doing an activity I DETEST but that he loves> and then I thought I want to kidnap her and run away to Belize. Plus she cuddles with her husband.

A: We cuddle. [We do!!]

M: Yes.

A: How come you never told me about thinking they were hot?

M: It seems obvious not to tell your wife that. I don’t think they’re hot, there was just this… ok… I think it’s human nature or male nature to go, ok, to judge… I don’t know, I can’t really… [the ballgame has obviously gotten his attention again.]

A: What if we did end up going to a swingers club and there was a couple we were both attracted to? How would you feel about the guy fucking me in front of you?

M: As long as I could do his wife… As long as I get to fuck her and you suck my cock when I come.

A: I am on board with that plan. Would you ever want to have a threesome with another man? What if I really wanted to?

M: I guess it’d be all right. But it’d have to be J—– (his gay co-worker).

A: Aha! I knew there was a man you’d fuck. But I guarantee it’d be easier to find a man for a threesome than a woman.

M: Yeah, but, I’m not interested.

A: You just said you were!

M: We’d have to be really selective.

A: Well, obviously.

M: Where else are you gonna find a man who looks as good as me?

A: One thing I’ve always loved about you is your modesty.

M: It is my best quality.

A: I came up with that joke a hundred years ago and you know it. Hey, for someone who didn’t want to be interviewed, you sure are having fun answering.

M: What can I say, I’m a talker. Is that a question?

A: No. You sure you don’t have any questions for me?

M: Have you met a girlfriend yet?

A: No. You’d know it if I had. Well, there was that woman at the lesbian bar who gave me her earrings.

M: That was kinda weird.

A: You’re telling me.

M: Is that somebody you would have potentially hooked up with?

A: Maybe. She had a lot of issues, though. I guess I attract people with issues. [referring of course to last summer's failed attempt]
Ok, I’ll close this interview by telling you I love you.

M: I want to know what sort of sexual activity would you like to experience next.

A: Same as you. I want to lick pussy.

M: If you could pick one vegetable to have sex with, which would it be?

A: Zucchini. Or a peach.

M: Peaches are very sexy.

A: Yeah, but they’re not vegetables. Whoops.

M: Minor detail.

A: Anything else?

M: I wouldn’t mind – I don’t know if I want *you* giving it to me up the ass while I’m fucking another woman, or if I want another woman fucking me while I fuck you? Or if I just want you to do it by yourself. Or if I want a man to do it. I don’t think so, though. I just like cleavage a lot. A LOT.

A: (laughing for a long time)

M: So I don’t think I want that.

A: This post is now over 1100 words. Way longer than most of my posts.

M: That’s what you said about my dick, too.

A: That doesn’t make any sense.

*****and…  scene*****

power shift

I’m laying in bed with a book. A trashy, steamy romance novel. M comes in the room. “I think I found you a girlfriend.”

He asks me to come out to look at these emails he’s been sending back & forth with a girl he found on CL. He’s lied about our ages since she was looking for people older than we are. I highly doubt I can pull off being 36. I barely look 30, or so I’m told. But she’s good looking, has great photos, seems to be able to write an email without shortening you to u and are to r.

I tell him I’d like to talk to her myself, he thinks that’s a good idea. She is also married but was looking for a couple to play with, and her husband might eventually join in. Again, I’m kind of surprised that M is interested in this scenario, but I’ll go with it.

He puts my hand on his crotch. He’s getting hard, just thinking about what we might do with her. I remind him I’m not up for much action right now, but I’ll give him a handjob. “With tongue,” I add. I assist him in removing his shorts and boxers, and up springs his enormous cock, ready for me. Ready for her, too, it appears. I lay across his lap, licking the head of it gently. The skin is silky on the shaft, and when I wrap my hand around him, my thumb & middle finger don’t touch.

Kneeling on the floor on a pillow, I start working a bit harder. My shirt & bra come off and as I raise up to kiss his mouth, the space between my tits is filled with cock. As it should be.

When we get to the bed, he stands beside it and I lay down so he can fuck my mouth. After a bit he asks me to get the lube and vibrator. M’s ass is mine tonight. He bends over the bed and I pour lube down his crack. As I work one finger in, I reach below with a lubed up hand and stroke his cock and balls. I find myself bending over him, almost as if I were fucking him from behind. I glance over to the mirror, which he sees me do. “You like this, don’t you?” he asks. “I do.”

I’ve gotten the vibe in now, and am pushing it in and pulling it out as fast as I can manage with the lubed up hands. He is moaning in a totally new way. He wants to stand back up, and so I lay down, reaching my hand between his legs to fuck his ass with the vibrator and using my other hand to stroke his cock over and over. As he comes he groans and lets loose an enormous amount onto my tits. After a few seconds, he takes the vibe into the bathroom, washes it and his hands, and collapses back onto the bed. “How was that?” I ask. “We’ll talk about it later. Too soon,” he mumbles and he instantly falls asleep.

 

be prepared

I just decided to hug M last night after he got home. I was feeling good, no sense in prolonging the tension. Nothing’s resolved, not much has changed, except the general mood in the house. That’ll have to be enough for now.

We woke up at 3:30am, had an amazing fuck that ended with him drilling his cock into my ass. I know, I’m shaking my head at us, too.

Anyway, the chorus of this song pretty much sums it up.

new times two

We went to a wedding last night. M & I hadn’t seen each other in a few days as I stayed out of town with the kids a bit longer than he had.  We were all dressed up. The ceremony was long, in a gorgeous church. We sat with some people we knew, a gay couple and a woman there without her husband. The groom gazed at his bride adoringly.

I can’t be certain, but I think I looked pretty good. I was wearing a cute dress, patterned stockings, and knee high boots. I’d discovered a hole in my stockings near the top of my thigh as I was putting them on and thought it might be useful later. We had a couple of drinks. M decided to stop drinking so that I could keep going. I think on glass #4 of wine I was feeling quite loose, very chatty, and relaxed.

The dinner was good, the conversation was fun. The wedding toasts to the couple were tedious and uninteresting. There wasn’t much dancing going on. I tweeted a bit, alerting all of my twitter friends to my tipsy state. We left around 9:30pm, with the plan that we’d go home and tear these stockings off.

Then we detoured.

To an adult store.

After we left there with a video, a cock ring, and some lube, we headed home. We got there, popped the dvd in, and laid down on the couch. We made it through a couple of scenes before we started groping each other. Soon my dress and boots were off, leaving me in a bra & stockings. M saw the tear near the top. He ripped it wider, wide enough to pull them aside to finger my pussy which was fairly wet. He bent me over the couch and fucked me for a few moments, but my back and hip still aren’t 100%, so this was pretty uncomfortable. We moved to the bedroom, and I knelt to suck his cock. The cock ring makes him seem so huge, I couldn’t take it all in. I was then turned over and he teased my pussy with his cock – he’d slide in, thrust quickly for a few seconds, and then pull out. Have I mentioned that I really don’t like being teased?

Soon he grabbed the lube, and worked some into my ass. He shoved the vibrator inside and put his cock back in my pussy. But I wanted him in my ass. So he obliged, and then we put the vibrator on my clit. M felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before we were both coming, very hard. That very moment I heard fireworks, and looked up at the clock. Midnight, 2012.

This morning we had a couple of things to do, and then we found ourselves back in the bed. I asked him to come make out with me. He’d worn the cock ring all morning, and soon I was face down yet again. M’s obsession with my ass continues. This time he came hard deep inside my pussy, and then we laid there, curled up together, content.

Shortly afterwards I got up, put on my workout clothes (tight white top with a deep v-neck & cropped leggings) and headed to the gym. When I got home I needed to stretch my hip, so I did this modified arabesque stretch. He was behind me as I did it, and barely choked out his request that I take greater care in doing that kind of thing in front of him. I have yet to wipe the smirk off my face.

 

check

Wednesday night I came home from work feeling like I’d been good at my job for the first time in a while.  Seriously, it’s been months since I felt like I was doing anything right.  M made me a drink.  Whiskey.  I do not drink whiskey.  But I drank the whiskey.

We looked at funny sexy pictures online.  Wikipedia, for crying out loud, has this feature where you can listen to articles read aloud.  Try the one on “mammary intercourse.”  Attempt not to bust out in giggles, please.  I triple-dog-dare you.

We went to bed.  Kissing.  Groping.  Undressing.

He ties my hands with my bathrobe belt, which he had placed there in advance.  This is very unlike him, to have a plan for fucking ahead of time.

I got spanked hard, which put my brain right there into sub mode.  It hurt.  I took it as long as I could, and then I crawled up the bed to get away.  He followed me up there.

He fucked my pussy from behind, fast and hard.  I have no idea how many times I came.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lubed me up and fucked my ass.  He put the vibrator on my clit.  He’s never fucked my ass this hard or this long.  We both scream when we come, I couldn’t stop coming.

The next day I see this over at Violet & Rye’s place.  I smile to myself, knowingly.

 

 

order of operations

We’d decided I was gonna get something on Friday night.  He’d gotten blown and jerked off that morning.  (Yes, even after fucking Thursday night, he wanted more.  a girl could get used to that.)  Both of us were frustrated at the loooong week we’d each had.  The 1/2 bottle of wine left in the fridge was consumed with dinner, one large glass each.  Kids were put to bed.  For once we both felt like drinking more, and so M went out to the store, returning with whipped cream vodka & sprite.  We each had a healthy dose.  Hilarity ensued on Twitter. I made someone who makes me laugh a lot laugh the hardest he had all day (so he said). An episode of True Blood went by and then we headed to bed.

I’d grabbed the vibrator – I’ve got my period and for some reason this time he was feeling squeamish.  I figured I would use that, he’d play with my boobs or whatever, and that would be that.  And so that’s how we started off.  For some reason I decided to turn over onto my stomach, and he cannot resist a good game of grab-ass.  And despite my attempts at denying the truth, my ass does look pretty awesome right now thanks to the gym and its function as one of my anti-depressants.  Before I knew it my underwear were yanked down, he’d gotten out the lube and had started getting us ready for an ass fucking.  The vibrator was still on my clit, and M moved on top of me and pressed in slowly.  After a minute or so he was steadily pulling & pushing, and I was floating.

I don’t remember how long it took me to come, longer than usual, I guess.  It felt great, though, for both of us.  After I had, I asked him to stop, it was getting to be too much to take.  The windows are open now since it’s finally cooled off a bit, I had started to feel self-conscious about the noise I’d been making.  I laid there on my stomach with him next to me, rubbing my ass some more.  And then the spanks started.  I don’t know why we did things in this order, and there was no expectation of this being a prelude to more fucking, but he would spank, then rub, spank, then massage, over and over.  It felt amazing. And then I drifted off to sleep and slept wonderfully.

Ass fuck, orgasm, spanking. I could grow to like this order.

i never learn

Up early, yet again.  I slip out of bed to let M sleep.  Resting on the couch for a couple of hours, the kids come out to join me.  When I get them settled, I head back to bed.  M opens his arms and legs up for me to curl up next to him.  It’s a good fit.  And then his amazing wandering hands begin to roam.

An instant flood of arousal hits me.  I adjust my legs to hang over his, perpendicularly.  He fingers me, pulling and tugging at my underwear to get them off.  When I say flood, I mean FLOOD.  He slips his cock in perfectly, and I’m in bliss.

There’s not much range of motion like this, but it’s ok.  I start feeling the urge for more, though.  More intensity.  I ask him if he can fuck my ass in this position, and lift my hips a bit so he can spread the wetness lower.  He slowly pushes in and there it is.  I’m so close.  And then the mother-fucking bedroom door swings open.

We usher the baby out of the room, locking the door this time.  I turn and bend over the bed.  He gets back in, and sends me flying super hard two times.  Then M finally comes with a groan, and we crawl back onto the bed, dozing off for ten or so minutes.

At least the covers were up, which is more than I can say for earlier this week when our son walked in and got the entire view.  He hasn’t asked questions yet.  But I bet they’re forming in his head.  I guess I’m glad he witnesses his parents being hot for each other rather than being distant, cold, and unloving, like the old days.

if only in my mind

I wrote this today.  I sent it to M.  And some other people.  M and I are kind of not speaking a whole lot at the moment, so it gave me a good outlet to email it to him.

I’ll give you all a moment to roll your eyes at yet another post about our ridiculously bi-polar relationship.

Then I thanked the blogger whose post inspired my little story over Twitter, and then this one got curious, and then some insanity happened.  I’m not sure what, exactly.  Something about gay sailors and a trampoline?  Anyhow, here’s my first foray into writing fiction.  I’d much rather tell you all real stuff that happened, but then today’s post would be about me working, eating presidential cherries, chatting with my new favorite person, M mowing the lawn, and a home run derby.  Not very sexy.

Anyway.  Read it, or not.  If you do, please be nice.

I see you, across a crowded bar.  We don’t know each other, we’ve never seen each other before in our lives.  For some reason, I catch your eye as I take a sip of beer.  I’ve put my lips around the bottle and to you, it looks like I’m wrapping my lips and tongue around a hard cock.  I finish my drink, and head over to the bar.  I don’t talk to you, you don’t talk to me.  It’s so crowded and loud we wouldn’t hear each other anyway.  I come up behind you.  You’re wondering what I’m up to, but I just catch the bartender’s eye, hold up my bottle, and signal for another.  Meanwhile, I get close to your back, put one hand on the barrail, and my other hand reaches around to your front, fondling your cock through your jeans.  Your eyes are wide and your mouth goes dry.  You get even closer to the bar so that we won’t be seen.  At this point you are so hard that you think you might go off in your pants.  After I’m done with my beer, I stand on my tiptoes and tell you in your ear, “I want to take you with me when I leave.”  You can only nod, because you’re so turned on you can’t form words.  My breasts are pushing into your back, you can practically feel my nipples through all our clothes.
Suddenly, I break away, and head over to where people are dancing.  You wait until you can turn around without embarrassing yourself, and search for me in the crowd.  When you can get to me, we dance, very closely, until both of us are so worked up that we either need to leave or else the entire bar is going to get a serious show.  You pick me up and put me on your shoulder, pushing people out of the way to get us out of there.  We walk to my hotel, barely speaking.  I take out your cock in the elevator and suck you so hard and wet you feel like you’re going to explode.  Fortunately my room is close to the elevator, and there’s no one in the hallway to catch us.  Once the door is closed, we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, and before I can realize what’s happening, your cock is shoving its way inside me, and we are fucking right there on the floor by the door.  You feel my pussy squeeze around you as I come, I’m screaming.  That sends you off and your cum shoots into me, hot, and so, so good.
As we slow our frantic breathing down, I look at you and grin.  You grin back.  “What’s your name?”  “M.”  “Hi, M.  I’m Wendy*.”
We collapse onto the bed and fall asleep.
…I wake up and quickly decide there is NO way I can walk away from sex this good without fucking you again.  I reach behind me to touch your morning hardon, and you open your eyes just a bit, and kiss the back of my neck.  I roll over and push you onto your back.  I lightly kiss down your chest, around your waist, and down the length of your cock until I have the head in my mouth.  I can taste both of us on you.  I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, your hands are in my hair and you’re groaning.  I feel you pulsing, feel you getting even harder.  I stroke your balls, licking and sucking on them.  I put some wetness from my mouth on a finger and reach down to stroke your asshole as I suck on your cock some more.  It’s not long before I get my reward, another mouthful of come.  I drag you off to the shower, where you stroke my whole body under the steamy water, soaping all of me up.  You know what I want you to do, even though we’ve only known each other a few hours.  I lean over against the wall, pushing my ass in the air towards you.  You pull wetness from my pussy over and into my asshole, onto your cock, and slowly press into me.  “I’ve never done this before,” you say.  “well, you’re obviously a fast learner.” I reply.  God, it feels so fucking good to have your big hard cock in my ass.  Before you know it, I’m rocking back and forth faster, fucking your cock with my ass.  I’m so close to coming, I want to squeeze your cock.  You tell me that you’re about to cum, which sends me right over the edge and I can barely hold myself up.  It feels so good, my knees are shaking.  After a little bit you pull out, and a flood of come pours out of me, which you gently wash away.  We dry each other off and head back under the covers for another rest.  I drift off to sleep, hardly believing how amazing we are together, wanting the few hours we have left to last forever.

 

*Obviously, my name’s not really Wendy, but since Eduardo hasn’t bestowed one on me yet, I just picked one I liked.

drunk sex & passing out after orgasm

See?  Good thing I made that list so I’d remember what to tell you about.

I almost never drink.  Oh, back in the day (read: college) whenever I was trying to impress some guy (who was probably totally douchey) I’d throw a few Fuzzy Navels back.  And there was that one St. Patrick’s Day when, over the course of about 18 hours, I had a fifth of peach schnapps (mixed with orange juice swiped from my university’s cafeteria – Klassy), seven green beers, and several jello shots.  Ugh.  I’m not proud of that.

Anyway, over the past 8 years or so, I’ve been pregnant, trying (very hard) to get pregnant, breastfeeding, poor, not interested, and other assorted reasons why I didn’t consume alcohol.  As a result, my tolerance is thistiny and it doesn’t take much to get me tipsy, and only a little bit more to throw me over the edge into being drunk.  We’d bought a 12-pack of beer, ostensibly for M, and a bottle of wine, which in recent history is the only thing I’ve even indulged in a glass of.  After returning from our very interesting day at the nude beach (you still have to wait for that post), we were already kind of heady with the awesomeness of the day spent mostly naked but not touching each other.  We opened the wine as we got dinner ready, and before I knew it, I’d killed most of the bottle on my own.  It was delicious.

I stood up from the picnic table on the screened in porch and had to grip the edge to steady myself.  “Woah.”

“A little drunk there, honey?”

“Yes.  Holy shit, I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

It felt wonderful.  So wonderful, in fact, that if I didn’t have some safeguards in place in my life, I’d probably be an alcoholic.  I know drinking isn’t necessary to have a good time.  I know it’s not the healthiest thing to over-indulge in anything, especially alcohol.  But on this trip, this night, it felt so good to be loose, unwound, flexible, boneless, carefree.  I had no inhibitions (everyone together now: DUH).

We finished dinner, played a couple of games of cards, and then I went in to use the bathroom.  After that, I splayed out on the bed.  M found me there, stripped me naked (not that I’d had much on).  What followed was a very intense and intimate fuck that still blows my mind.  We were everywhere.  It’s almost like we were showing off for each other, proud that we could be so hot together.  I lost track of my orgasms after 6.  I kept falling off the side of the bed, he’d haul me back up and fuck me off it again.  He would alternate between eating my pussy and fucking me SO hard and deep in every possible place.  I was screaming.  He was groaning.  After he’d cum in my ass, I insisted on getting one more orgasm, and so he laid beside me while I used my vibrator.  I don’t know what happened exactly.  To the outside observer, I probably looked like I was having a seizure.  I convulsed for about 3-4 minutes, lying in the fetal position.

Later, M said he’d called my name a couple of times there afterwards, and I didn’t respond.  Apparently, the combination of the alcohol and the sex caused me to shut down for a few minutes.  I would love to experience this again, that intensity.  But I have a feeling if I drank like I’d need to to make it happen it would be pretty self-destructive.  Nah, I’ll just savor the memories.