Final October NST


Continued From October Part Two 



I look up at you from my knees, my eyes begging to understand why you withdrew from my mouth. You grab my arms and yank me up and whip me around, pulling my skirt up around my stomach.

Holding my breath I am hoping with all my might I will finally get the fulfillment I need. You yank my panties down with more force then what was necessary but I like it. You lean hard against me so my body presses against the wall.

The weight of you feels good against me. I can feel your cock pressing against my butt cheeks and I know what I need is finally here. I close my eyes and flashes of our past encounters scroll past making my whole body feel hot and tingly.

I lay my cheek flat against the wall and let the coolness of the tile take some of the heat from my face. Suddenly you thrust into me so hard and unexpectedly a yelp escapes my lips. My eyes widen and I am sure I look doe like, but you cannot see them.

Your hands reach up under my shirt and grab my breasts. I hear an exasperated sigh, undoubtedly at the padded bra. “No wonder I could not see your nipples through your shirt.” Your words given on gasps of breath.

I want to curse at you. It was you who made me promise to behave, made me swear to friends, asked me to pretend all that we shared had not even transpired. You got to move on to another, while I was silently tortured by memories and your proximity.

Torn between wanting to whip around and smack you and being over whelmed, the rhythm of you going in and out of me feels too good to interrupt. My arms begin to tire from holding us up but I am in no hurry. I long for you to say the things I want to hear, but instead I close my eyes again and allow the heaviness of you bring me comfort.

The liquid heat is stirring in my belly and I can feel the end nearing. With the last thrust we both concede to the pleasure. I bite down on my own wrist to keep from crying out. You lean against me to the point where I can feel the warmth of your breath against my ear and you whisper, “I love you.”

October NST Part Two



Continued From Part One:



Even though I can feel your body physically against mine, I am afraid to open my eyes. If this is only a fantasy I want to revel in every moment. Your lips feel real, soft, and perfect as your tongue gently presses against mine. My lips part slowly and grant you access to the warmth of my mouth. I can feel the stirring in my belly as my juices soak my panties.

Your hand moves from the small of my back and down my leg until you hit the edge of my skirt. The palm of your hand strokes the inside of my thigh while your breath caresses my ear sending shivers down my spine.

Giving into you completely was something I had done the moment I met you. I want you to posses me again, over and over. I silently pray for your fingers to find my pulsing button, to weave their magic, to make me cry out in ecstasy.

As your fingers dip into a sea of wetness my hands grip the counter top to steady myself. My back pressed between the corner of the wall and the edge of the mirror, I settle my stiletto against the paper towel dispenser. Torn between pleasure and being caught my hands grip your hair pulling your head towards me as the sensations wrack my body causing my legs to shake.

My breathing rapid, I gulp down several deeps breaths before I open my eyes. You are really there standing before me. My pulse quickens again. Running your index finger along my lower lip I suck it into my mouth and lick all my juices off of it.

With my legs still a little shaky, I hop down from the counter. Pushing you across the short distance to the opposite wall I tug your shirt loose from your pants so I can touch your skin. My hunger has grown. As my hands find their way across your chest and up your back I lean in and smell you. Nibble on your ear lobes, bite your neck. I undo the button to your pants, unzip your zipper and my mouth finds what I was looking for.

As I envelope the head, my tongue flicks across the most sensitive place. My favorite part is that bubble gum pink tip. It is the most perfect, gorgeous cock I have ever seen. The tip was always my favorite so I spend extra time licking it and circling it with my tongue before letting my mouth envelope the entire shaft. Taking you further into my mouth, moving up and down my saliva lubricates your shaft.

Your fingers weave their way into my hair, and gently massage my scalp as my mouth keeps working on your beautiful cock. Feeling you grow even harder I know your need finally matches my need and desire for you. Suddenly you pull back and pop it right out of my mouth.



You have to kiss a lot of frogs........

Just a little something my grandmother said to me on my sixteenth birthday.


Getting back in to the whole dating world has been interesting to say the least. I went out with this photographer and he was very handsome, talented, educated, and easy to talk to. He was older than me and had his shit together. After two lunch dates I was not feeling anything beyond friendship and I don't think he was either.

The second lunch ended and as we headed out to our cars we hugged it out. We had discussed getting around to "our lips meeting" so there was a pause in the middle of the hug for the "lean in." I end up dodging him resulting in a side lips graze/cheek kiss.


WOW- that was awkward! A really good kiss should feel like someone just tugged at the back of your belly button. (YOU KNOW?)


When do you go in for that first kiss? What if when you do there is no spark? Then what? Is that it? How do you know when to give it a second chance or move on to the next one?

Does anyone else get plagued with these questions or do I truly OVER think everything????


OK, so I mentioned the 24 year old in the online dating post. I met him at a Chamber of Commerce event. We chatted and he seemed great. Physically not my "typical" type but I am trying to broaden my horizons. My schedule with my kids don't allow for evening dates unless on the weekends so we met for several day dates.


He too was easy to talk to and we had some things in common despite the almost nine year age difference. He kissed well and did stir up a little something in my belly. Moving from the safe lunch date we finally get around to the dinner date.


There are several embarrassing mishaps and I am totally ready to throw in the towel but then I am told I am a "runner". First sign of things not going how I thought, I run. Then I don't risk getting hurt. (Whatever!) Needless to say we laugh about it, put it behind us and set up another evening date.

So this past week comes and we have a good time but still there is NO Za-Za-Zu. I don't feel those butterflies in my belly. I don't feel the way I think I should if there was something there worth exploring. When you are with someone you should not be wishing they were someone else.

So now back to square one- kissing more frogs!

October NST Part One


Agreeing to meet for lunch, it has been a year since out first tryst. Promising to be on my best behavior I can’t help but be me. I over think everything. I want to wear something that makes me feel sexy.

I want you to see what you passed up on. Even if you won’t see my under garments I will know they are for you but if I go with the black lace matching set I know I will carry myself differently. I will feel sexy and confident in your presences and I am not allowed to feel that way, we agreed to friends. I promised to behave, no sex talk, no innuendos and I plan to keep my word.

Practically wins! I settle on a white lace bra that is slightly padded so my erect nipples will not protrude through my shirt. The white cotton boy shorts will soak up all the wetness your proximity creates. You don’t even have to touch me to make me want you; desire you, to get wet and ready for you to posses me.

You pick me up instead of meeting at the restaurant. That was not something I expected but was intrigued by the gesture. I didn’t get a chance to give you a hug hello but I did not have to, to know you smell the way you always do. We make small talk in your car on the way there and my mind can barely focus on what you are saying. Being near you makes me forget my place. You are not mine but I want you to be. I want to be yours.

The waitress seats us near the back and the lunch rush has already come and gone. Fiddling with the straw paper you ask if I am nervous. What am I suppose to say, “Yes, because I am afraid I am going to screw this up? That a week ago I confessed something to you that I should have never said? That every movement of your mouth make my fingers itch to touch your face, stroke your lips with my fingertips before I kiss you?”
I tell you, “Of course I am not nervous, why would I be?”

Luckily our food comes and saves me from having to say anything for a few minutes. We resume small talk about work, sports and you even ask about my children. I am worried we either have nothing to say to each other or there is too much sexual tension that we are trying to ignore or perhaps we really have nothing in common. Finishing up my salad I excuse myself retreating to the bathroom so I can get my bearings.

Staring at my reflection, “You are foolish you know that right?” Exhaling I turn away from the stupid girl in the mirror and lean up against the counter. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and I see those hypnotic eyes boring right through me.

With just a few steps you close the distance between us and finally your lips find mine again. My body becomes lax and melts right into yours.

To be continued……

My 200th Post!!!

My 200th post is going to be about me showing off the homemade peach pie I made today. I am really quite proud of it.






Imagine how delicious it would feel in your mouth... the peach filling coating your tongue, awaking your taste buds to succulent flavors.



Biting in to the tiny fleshy bits of the peaches; letting them slide down your throat.


 MMM......yummy!


See the tiny sugar crystals on the golden brown crust glistening in the light? It is beckoning for you to to take a bite.







 Now I just need a man to offer my peach pie to.

BDSM

Thou art to me a delicious torment. 

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

BDSM: The historical origins of BDSM are obscure. During the ninth century BC, ritual flagellations were performed in Artemis Orthia, one of the most important religious areas of ancient Sparta, where the Cult of Orthia, a preolympic religion, was practiced. (You know I love when I can tie my themes back to Greek Mythology.)


Here ritual flagellation called diamastigosis took place on a regular basis. One of the oldest graphical proofs of sadomasochistic activities is found in an Etruscan burial site in Tarquinia. Inside the Tomba della Fustigazione (Flogging grave), in the latter sixth century B.C., two men are portrayed flagellating a woman with a cane and a hand during an erotic situation.

Another reference related to flagellation is to be found in the sixth book of the Satires of the ancient Roman Poet Juvenal (1st–2nd century A.D.), further reference can be found in Petronius's Satyricon where a delinquent is whipped for sexual arousal. Anecdotal narratives related to humans who have had themselves voluntary bound, flagellated or whipped as a substitute for sex or as part of foreplay reach back to the third and fourth century.

BDSM: Is a psychodrama through which participants explore “unacceptable” or hurtful emotions in a safe context. On a physical level, it often involves restraint and intentional infliction of physical pain and other intense sensations. It is a term for a wide range of distinct subcultures, psychological and physiological facets and sexual activities: bondage and discipline (B&D, B/D, or BD), dominance and submission (D&s, D/s, or Ds), and sadism and masochism (S&M, S/M, or SM).

These activities and relationships within BDSM practice are characterized by the fact that the participants usually take unequal roles. Typically, participants who are active (applying the activity or exercising control over others) are known as Tops or Dominants. Those who are the recipients of the activities, or who are controlled by their partners, are typically known as Bottoms or Submissives.

In The New Bottoming Book, Eastman tells us that “bottoming gives us a chance to explore feelings, roles, and interactions that may not be a good fit for us in the real world. So when you bottom, you may want to experience emotions like…anger, helplessness, martyrdom…” (Eastman 21)


BD is a type of sexual relationship consisting of lightly sadomasochistic scenarios in which a submissive partner is physically restrained and then disciplined, or punished physically or psychologically by a dominant partner.

The term “bondage” describes the sexual behavior which involves physical restraint. Participants may use restraining devices and bondage toys such as ropes, cords, chains, collars, handcuffs, scarves, ties, suspension kits, cages, etc.

Discipline is almost always symbolic and much lighter than in sadomasochism. Usually, it contains little physical pain or discomfort but relies heavily on verbal abuse, threats, humiliation, and “punishment” to enforce obedience. Where as SM the masochist enjoys being bound, spanked or suffering within the consensual scenario.

SM Sadism is pleasure in the infliction of pain or humiliation upon another person. The sadist enjoys delivering pain to someone/something and gains sexual gratification from doing so, while masochism is pleasure in receiving the pain.

A masochist often believes they deserve the pain or gain not only a sexual release from receiving the pain but has the ability to remove their focus from an emotional pain to a physical pain.

Often sexual gratification depends on suffering, physical pain, and humiliation. The gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation can be inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others.
 
Safety Within The BDSM World:

  • Participants of BDSM understand practical safety aspects; for instance they recognize which parts of the human body have a risk of damage to nerves and blood vessels by contusion or have a high risk of scar development.
  • The Dom- should have anatomical knowledge which can make the difference between a satisfying session for the bottom, and a highly unpleasant experience that may result in severe physical harm.
  • To ensure consensus related to BDSM activity, pre-play negotiations are commonplace, especially among partners who do not know each other very well. These negotiations concern the interests and fantasies of each partner and establish a framework.
  • Additionally, safe-words are often arranged to provide for an immediate stop of any activity if any participant should so desire. It is extremely important to follow his or her reactions empathetically and continue or stop accordingly.
(This kind of pain/pleasure should be thoroughly thought out and one should have a complete understanding to the possible ramifications before entering in to this world.)


Reading I recomend: 
(All four books are by: Dossie Easton & Janet W. Hardy)
  1. The Ethical Slut: A Guide to Infinite Sexual Possibilities
  2. The Ethical Slut: A Practical Guide to Polyamory, Open Relationships & Other Adventures
  3. The New Bottoming Book
  4. The New Topping Book 

Online Dating

So I went to a Chamber Event for work last week and meet a really nice guy. I gave him my number and was unsure I would hear from him. Two days later I got a text saying hello. Went spent several hours texting back and forth and talking through IM. We set up a coffee date for Sunday morning. The conversation was effortless the way conversation should be.

The issue you may ask? He is 24 years old. Sweet as can be, adorable even but he is a child. He hasn't lived life yet he just graduated from college and is starting Med school. I just don't know that has any real potential. Honestly I have no idea where to meet quality people. Several friends have suggested online dating. Perhaps I will give Match.com a go? Here are some online dating tips I found.



1. The online dating industry generates $1.8 billion per year and the matchmaker/dating coach business generates $260 million per year in the United States.

2. Twenty to 40 million Americans have used online dating services. Nearly 50% of online daters are aged 18-34 and 24% are 35-44.e

3. Speed dating, invented by a rabbi from Los Angeles in 1999, is based on a Jewish tradition of chaperoned gatherings of young Jewish singles.

4. An attractive online “About Me” section in your online dating profile often includes a brief description of what you are passionate about or thankful for, a couple of things your friends say about you, qualities you are looking for in a potential partner, the first thing people notice about you (other than appearance), how you spend your leisure time, five things you can’t live without, and the latest good book you’ve read.

5. Thirty-three percent of online daters form a relationship, 33% do not, and 33% give up.

6. Women who post a photo on Internet dating sites receive twice as many email messages as women who don’t. The same study found that men who reported incomes higher than $250,000 received 156% more email than those with $50,000.

7. In the online dating world, women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone “fat.” According to Ann Rule, about 3% of men are psychopaths, of which only a tiny percentage are serial killers.

8. Match.com reports that 44% of its members in the United States have children.

9. On free dating sites, at least 10% of new accounts are from scammers.

10. One Manhattan matchmaker’s price begins at $20,000. If a match (marriage) results, a marriage bonus is expected.

11. At 4M Multimillionaire Matchmaking Club based in Seattle, WA, clients are men who have made millions but are still single. The matchmaking service charges between $10,000 and $30,000 for men. Women pay around $250 to be listed as potential partners.

12. In a survey of 5,000 singles conducted by Match.com, 43% said fresh breath mattered the most before a date, 17% said stylish clothes, 15% said sexy fragrance, 14% said good skin, and 10% said great hair.

13. Approximately 48% of online daters reported that their breakups occurred via email.

14. On Match.com, 132 million winks are sent out each year and members go out on a six million dates per year.

15. eHarmony.com boasts that 236 of its members marry each day, accounting for 2% of U.S. marriages.


Information and facts are complied from various websites and research.

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The Road To Discovering Self Pleasure

In seventh grade I was introduced to romance novels by one of my really good friends. Her mom had hundreds of them in the basement and she would smuggle them out to me. The first one I read grabbed my interest in such a way that I stayed up way into the night reading. Later I found myself completely engrossed in them. I read them on the bus, at lunch, during class hidden beneath the table. I longed to be the woman on the front cover, beautiful and confident. I wanted to experience the pleasure described in those books and know what it was to fall in love.

Slowly my curiosity got the better of me. I remember reading one erotic novel that had me so turned on my cotton panties were drenched in fluid and I wasn’t quite sure why. In the attempt to wipe away all the “messiness” I hit my clitoris just right, discovering the tie between being turned on, the fluid and how to draw out that pleasure.

My antique bed was broken so my mattress and box spring were sitting on the floor. It was already bedtime but my parents were in the living room which was just on the other side of my wall. I was trying to be as quiet as I could so I would not be heard. I rolled over on my stomach and lifted my body up so my fingers could move easily up and down, back and forth.

As I got closer I realized the mattress just had to much give, it molded to me making it harder and harder to get where I was trying to get to. I paused what I was doing and almost gave up in frustration when I then crawled out of bed and laid on the floor. I pumped my little body up and down as if there was a lover beneath me. I closed my eyes and allowed the images of who that was and all the things they could do to me flow through my brain. My fingers just moved back and forth until this hot molten burst exploded through me and I bit down on my own hand to keep from crying out in pleasure.

Rolling over onto my back I just laid on the floor for a moment staring up into the dark waiting for my breath to return to normal. The room smelled of what I had just done and guilt prickled at me. Surly this was not ok. I didn’t want to crawl back into my sheets with the smell on my hand but I didn’t want to open my door and chance my parents asking me why I was  up.

After laying there for about ten minutes the euphoria was wearing off a little and I decided I would just go to the bathroom wash my hands and get a sip of water. That was plausible enough but I now understood what “the room smells like sex” meant and next time I would need to be better prepared.