New Year’s Eve 2019, I couldn’t be happier. Post coital morning fuck the day after my birthday. Cuddles and kisses. I pop his soft cock in my mouth wondering if I can extract another orgasm so soon from him. Slow sloppy kisses up and down his dick, swirls of my tongue around the head and in very little time my efforts pay off, he starts to thrust into my mouth faster and faster and I feel him in the back of my throat and then he’s groaning and cumming hard, I suck every last bit of his hard cock kissing the tip as I snug back up to his side and into his warm arms. Mmmmm I say, that was not difficult was it. He grins at me, it’s the best.
Standing up
It’s Thursday it’s kink night.
Tickles and torment
On our ever expanding kink journey, we have been attending Lamchester which is a fabulous event run by Cosmic1 who has been running Lamlondon for 14 years.
Looking round the many stalls gives ideas for more kink and raises many questions in both our heads. Which we go on to research or ask. The kink community are very open to questions and really happy to explain and demonstrate.
I came upon an idea. Scheduling in kink at least once a week is our current mission plan. So settling down a few weeks back, with my plan in mind I promptly tied my OH to the bed using the handy underbed restraint kit, which remains in place at all times. It’s the lazy option, but effective when time is not always on your side. It’s a handy item to have.
I blindfolded him and tried to quietly find the items I would need to bring about some new sensations.
Taking my new secret torment tool out of my bag, and finding something contrasting from my partner’s box of play things. We are talking two totally different items.
How much I love to see his face, anticipation, its so hot to watch. To see the reactions and the want building up.
This is why being switchy is so good, experiencing both sides of the sub/dom is great you can gain so much from both experiences. Facial expressions the small gasps and reactions are deliciously rewarding.
I began with….wait for it a £1 eye shadow brush bought from your local Wilkinson’s or Primark both have this same brush. I started on his right finger tips slowly brushing all way down his arm to underneath his armpit then, not stopping the brush stroke, on to his neck then down his side (a good tickle spot), he visibility squirmed, down to his hip bone, slowly over his thigh to the knee and down to his toes.
Pausing to allow him to take in the sensations that just happened. I then take the Wartenberg wheel (if you are new to kink or just wanting to try something new or sensory I highly recommend buying one of these they retail for about £2.75 on eBay for a single wheel. Which is all you need really) I hold the wheel spikes with my finger as I lift it as I don’t want to give the game away. It does have quite a sound to it due to the spin of the wheel if not. As my man is blindfolded and thinking he’s getting the soft brush treatment I do not want him to know what’s about to happen.
Slowly I take the wheel to the tip of his opposite finger on his left. I begin to run the wheel all the way to his left toe following the same line as I did with the brush. He lets out small gasps as the sharp spikes brush against his sensitive bits of skin. I now quickly without hesitation take the bush and follow it down the same path fingertip to toe on the left. He’s all kinds of gasping now. I take the pin wheel and do the same on his right. Then I begin to make small variations in the journey of the wheel and the brush. Alternating and then running both together, brush on the left wheel down the right in unison. This is the reaction I love. Gasps, sighs, ooohs, ahhhs and more. I continue this for some time, enjoying his reactions. I particularly enjoyed the new gasps associated with bushing in upwards motions his already hard cock, seeing it harden more and more straining, pre cum glistening. At this point I remove the blindfold and leg restraints. And gently lick the top of his cock. I sit back smiling so hard it hurts my face. Moving over him I go in slowly and begin kissing those soft lips I’m met with wantful kisses from him pushing hard and fast. I pull away, slightly mocking now, I say “what is it you want?” I watch his face knowing exactly what he wants knowing he wants it all and is torn he wants my mouth on his cock which is standing so high I’d be surprised if he can find the words. Seeing his cock rise higher and feeling his wanting. Leaving his hands well and truly restrained, but removing the blindfold. I ask again, “what do you want?” He manages words “you I want you.”
“Oh I see” I say taking the Doxy 1 my original pink wand the one which requires you to hold on to your head. Putting it between my thighs and sitting back in front of his legs. I begin edging myself which takes very little effort when the Doxy is plugged in. Also it’s power is so intense that edging with the Doxy wand for me requires quite a lot of self-restraint. I do this for a little while. Watching him watching me. Wondering how long I’ll allow this sweet torture. Then I move the wand towards him. Holding it on his hard cock just how he likes it. Seeing the swell hearing the pleasurable sounds the Doxy is capable of inducing. I continue this for sometime. But keep a close eye on his reaction because, we are not done yet. Not even close to done.
Eventually when I can see a tipping point more gasps from him I remove the Doxy and place it firmly on my clit to enjoy the rumbles for a minute or two. Loving his needy face. Relishing the prospect of his pleasure fully in my control. Considering my next move. I straddle him, sliding his twitching hard as rock cock inside my very wet and wanting cunt. We both groan it’s bliss. I have to stop myself gong to hard and fast too soon. So taking a breath I ride him ever so slowly at first. Because in this position my ability to come hard and too fast is very real, and I want to savor him and this and love hard what we have here. I can feel him grow harder still inside me if that’s even possible. I start to grind a little, and he begins to try and take the pace. But I’m not allowing it yet. I’m calling the shots. I say so. Loving keeping the control for now. Making him wait. Because he knows how hard I will come from very little movement and he knows bucking his hips just a bit more will bring that on. We exchange a gaze of sheer pleasure. We both know what we want. He wants it now, he knows I do too, but I’m trying to have more will power and to prolong the amount of time I can hold him here. It’s a challenge. One I maybe lost this time. Because he starts to raise his hips and the pleasure starts to build up inside me. Straight away my blood is pumping fast throughout my body, the pleasure is cascading around my whole body I can’t stop it. I could fight it, but why would I? Instead I give into it and my orgasm comes fast and stays around rolling in waves of pleasure as I ride him hard and we crash eventually with his orgasm exploding inside me. Feeling every pulse as he lets go. I drop to his chest, kissing his neck and face. Hugging him hard. This is my happy. This is free, this is what life is meant to be. I slowly release his hands. Which I’ve checked over a few times for circulation (a restrained partner, needs a check every now and again for blood flow to any parts that are restrained)
The tables were turned not long after and all can say is the brush and wheel must be tried the sensation it creates is wickedly sensual, tickly and all sorts of amazing. It’s intense and crazy a sensation that must be experienced.
Premenstural fucking when your body goes do it now……
A week or so ago @FrankiCookney journalist and host of the @Secondcirclepod tweeted this it has inspired me to write about this very thing.
Before my period I’d say 2 days or so before I get to a point where I’m sensitive to the lightest touch I feel ripe like a peach ready to be picked. I am aware of the throbbing sensations in my tummy the descent of blood almost being held until the time is right. I have had times in my life where my body has held that limbo for days. I have needed to orgasm several times in order to move to actually having the period or that is how its felt (I’m sure it would have eventually happened but the agony of my horny body and the way it made me feel required the actions of myself and/or my partner)
Just a few weeks back I was in this very situation day 25 and ridiculously horny, sensitive to the point of knowing the sex was going to be something else. Then there was the disappointment that we no longer had the house to ourselves as planned. I may have cried, hormone overload. However the wait until way later that evening possibly played a part in what was possibly one of the most intense fucks of my life. Normally things play out downstairs over the course of an evening when he stays over. However I suggested going up to bed and once there, naked and so so ripe for the taking it happened.
Writing this now has me already in a frenzy of horn and I may need to get @TabithaErotica invention the @RubyGlow to help me out. This hands free sex toy invented for moments just like this.
So in bed I need literally the tiniest touch to squeal. I’m so wet and want him so much I can barley string words together, he uses the lightest touch to bring me to my first orgasm it’s what I call a fever pitch orgasm feeling high pitched somehow like the sensation is on a musical scale and this is at the top end of the scale. I’m begging now to be fucked, but he just looks at me with those mischievous eyes and moves into a position above me placing his cock in my willing mouth. I suck and lick until he has to pull away because this is not ending here ( I’d like to point out that not all sex is PIV and we often play like this without any penetration) but this was late at night and we were both on the same page. He knew I wanted him, he knew my body was accepting nothing less. Now positioned above me in missionary teasing me and still making me wait just a second or two more, then in one deep thrust he is inside me and oh my days I have no words. I start to orgasm right there on the first thrust and I can’t stop he continues to fuck me long deep thrusts and I am overcome with wave after wave of orgasm, running through my whole body. Unable to control it and just riding it out. This is what I call multiple orgasms for me. It’s unstoppable I try to breathe my way out of it to gain some sense of him. I manage a brief pause and kiss his gorgeous lips. Then I’m back in the spiralling colourful orgasm space in my head and body, blue and purple spirals each image in my head corresponding with the feelings my body is experiencing. I wonder if I may never stop cumming. I have to slow him down, but as I manage to open my eyes and drink him in I see the telltale signs he’s close to his own end so I try to move my body under his and join him in what has to be the biggest explosion I have ever had with a cock inside me. It was a @Doxy scale orgasm. I exploded as he did with a final hard and thuddy orgasm so different to to first high pitched one and to the waves I’d been having this was a serious orgasm it meant only one thing within minutes of this fuck I would be on my period it had done the job and the blood began to flow, its like this had to happen first. I feel this is a very under studied area of science.
Now I have had times in the past where I felt this way had no one to fuck and dealt with it, pre Doxy days with good old masturbation and only fingers so as not to wake people. I have had frustration with not being able to reach that thud required to bring about my period and have had times where I spent the whole next day knowing it was hanging, waiting, Needing this effort as it were to be able to make it’s way on wards. Likewise I have months where this is not an issue and doesn’t happen at all.
Anyone else experience this? Or share your experiences of anything related…
Spoons and a rude awakening
Spooning is a bit of a forgotten position. I sort of forgot about it, yes really I did. But not any more.
Since it’s rediscovery we have been working on the best use of this position and in the last few weeks we enjoyed it’s revival. It works well on a morning as it’s less energy zapping for both partners, lazy fuck central to start with.
As you know I’ve a bit of a morning fuck thing going on. I say a bit, I mean I adore morning fucking. Your body is so relaxed and just takes the pleasures inflicted upon it so well, so god damn well. I honestly think this is the best start to any day.
Holding hands first thing is my favourite. Tapping my clit, tiny taps at first, then slow circles with the instant wetness created. Sucking his rock hard cock, that is ready and waiting for my mouth to slide around it, so I can hear the gasps of pleasure.
I love him behind me his body fully encased against mine. Feeling the need build and hearing but not seeing can be way hot, I suppose it’s a little bit like using a blindfold as a sense is removed.
Wiggling onto his rock hard cock my back to his, sliding into my very wet cunt. That’s what I’m talking about. In fact I may have said that out loud, more than once. I start to convulse with in seconds, his cock hitting all the right internal places. Deep breathing and feeling every movement. I love to focus in on the sensations and just feel. I may be going mad but I get colours in my mind and it’s often quite different colours and patterns swirling and whirring around. It’s like the only time I ever has a Reiki session. For me it just adds to the whole experience.
Urgent thrusts, rocking me close so easily. Slowing right down, gentle caressing strokes and fingers on my nipples. Then it’s like he can read my mind. Nipples pinched hard and pace building his hand around my chest me pulled hard to him, my hair pulled back. My legs straight and locked by his, pressed tightly together. Gasping now because this is just what I need/want. Frantic now fast and as hard as is achievable in the spoons position. Loving it, never wanting it to stop. Both reaching orgasms in quick succession, that works so well in a morning.
But take a long bank holiday weekend and it’s the middle of the night , morning fucking takes on a whole new meaning. Awoken from my blissful slumber by his hand reaching round my body seeking out my flesh and grinding behind me and honestly I’m not sure if it’s real or I’m dreaming at first. But well that hand and particularly his magic fingers becomes more urgent in their search for my flesh. I shuffle my pjs off, my body is instantly on board with this and wants it. I stay in a dreamy but semi awake slumber allowing all the sensations to take me on this rude awakening, one that we have discussed many times so I know that each of us has wanted and most importantly consented to this experience. Its erotic in a way I had not felt before, the middle of the night/morning and no cares in the world, two hot and relaxed bodies grinding together in the dark . Knowing that each one of us is getting off so much on the experience heightens the pleasure and I’m reaching my first orgasm within minutes of being penetrated. But it;s a soft flowing orgasm that allows my body to stay in rhythm and peaks at a lower point than normal ( it’s like my body knows it needs to go back to sleep after and the normal energising orgasms I experience are off the cards). I rise to another peak as my man makes appreciative groans behind me and speeds up the pace a bit, reaching his own orgasm and hugging me tightly to him. I consider sleeping this way until he falls from my body naturally. But he moves to kiss me and we are apart. Next time… aims.
If you are thinking of trying this out I suggest a full conversation about it. I also think the spoons position works as its a rocking motion and not too much energy is used meaning you can drift back to dreamy zzzzzzz with happy smiles on your faces as we did.
Waking up the next day to no work we managed a whole 3 hour morning fucking session, before hunger got to us. Fingers crossed for more of that then. How I wish that could happen every day.
Here’s to more rude awakenings and bank holidays.
Tight jeans frantic fucking
Heres the thing. I’ve never really given too much thought to the clothes I wear over a sexy set of lingerie. That’s because I’m not the one removing those clothes. Most of the time my lover likes to take lots of time and will remove my clothes slowly. I’m usually so caught up in the pleasure of it all I don’t think too much about it.
However recently my new tight jeans have become a slight issue. They don’t remove so easily. There lots of tugging and raised legs even then not always successful. I lie there giggling . Not so funny tho when the shoe is on the other foot.
My man has taken to laying really heavily down when I try to remove his jeans, he finds it endlessly amusing. Me trying to move his legs and tugging the jeans from his waist. It’s an art form, one that I don’t have. I’m rubbish at it. He’s bigger than me so can lift my legs easily. I can’t hold both his legs up to tug his jeans down in the way he does mine. He just thinks is hilarious. I keep wondering what crazy things I can wear that will make removing things harder. It’s becoming a bit of a challenge. Yesterday I wore 2 pairs of tights really tight on my waist. He had to stand me up in the end, to get them from my hips and waist. However he then slowly rolled them down off my legs and feet in such a seductive way. Once again conquering my mission to wear harder to remove clothes. Putting his hand to my crotch he moved my knickers to one side and slowly expertly slid his tongue on to my clit. Working firm and. I tried to savour each movement, so glorious is the pleasure in just seconds I’m on the edge. Trying to keep on top of my rise to orgasm. Not wanting it too fast. But knowing I was so close. I touch his head trying to slow him a bit. But he’s in charge here and he knows exactly how to make me come.
My head is full of colours this time it’s a full rainbow.
Anyone else have orgasms that create colours in your head?
There’s a moment when I can’t hold on any more to the sensations. My orgasm is quite hard hitting and lasts a good while. He looks up at me grinning widely. I can only just about see, it’s blurry. I pull his mouth to mine snogging the living daylights of of this my gorgeous man.
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Tell us 3 things you are most looking forward to at Eroticon 2019
- Finally meeting all of the fantastic folk who inspire me.
- Making new friends.
- Learning new things, so I can make my blog better and who knows maybe write a book.
We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song.
Erotica by Madonna, she’s my ultimate idol, she spoke out about female sexuality back in the 80’s . I own her Sex book , my poor dad queued up on the day it came out in Leeds city centre, I was 15 and feel lucky my parents are open minded and fab. I honestly think she is why I have always embraced my sexuality, Madonna is part of why I can do that, her message was/is very clear. We need many more high profile women to keep up her work.
What is your favorite item or book you’ve purchased so far this year?
My Bluebella pants they are special. I saw Vex Ashley of Four chambers on her Instagram and just had to have a pair. A real treat for me. Love the way they make me feel.
I’m loving reading Don’t by hold my head down by Lucy-Anne Holmes.
You can have an unlimited supply of one thing for the rest of your life, what is it? Sushi? Scotch Tape?
Sunny days I love being outdoors. Preferably on the East Coast paddling in the sea. Oh and lush products because I adore them, particular sparkly ones.
What is your favourite quote from a movie?
“Dont dream it, be it” from the Rocky Horror Picture Show
It pretty much sums up how I feel about life.
What is your word suggestion to next years Eroticon anthology?
Sparkle
Complete the sentence:
I feel…
A little crazy quite often. I have this energy that bubbles inside of me. It can cause me great anxiety if I have no plans…I do midnight baking if needs be. I’ve started exercising 3-4 times a week it really helps. I feel full of life.
