I May Have Spoken Too Soon.

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Hello,

I’m Back with a new adventure. And hopefully get some guidance…

I should start by brushing over what happened with Mr. B and me. I broke every rule and fell in love with him!! Even worse, I actually believed he loved me too. (Cliché? I know!! Trust me, I’m not proud of this)

Here’s what happened…
Brian had asked for me to try to be what he called his “homestead queen” he was no longer married and my marriage with my soon to be ex husband was going no where.

I accepted knowing full well there would be many changes in my lifestyle and very few in his.(he wanted a ready-made family) HAHAHAAAA!!!!
I started working towards being what he wanted me to be, a gardener, which I have to say I have proudly accomplished in a short period of time with almost no guidance and the most stupid and embarrassing thing… I BOUGHT A CHICKEN!!! (Don’t judge me! In my defense I was gonna give it to him as a gift when his chicken coop was ready) Mathilda was the first thing I kicked to the curb, of course.

Anyway after all this, Monday comes and Mr. B says he no longer has a place for me, because he has met Lupita who is a redhaired Mexican beauty who kisses like dead fish( please be aware, he had asked that I not be jealous of Lupita because he was SO NOT attracted to her, blah, blah) he now says he has not has sex with her yet… HAHAHAAAAA (that’s rich)and he proposed we remain friends with benefits. (I know I sound angry)… A proposal, I have accepted…

I’m hurt but I refuse to give into my sadness, so I got back to boxing! Yes. I will never accept it in public, but it helps with the anger and confusion.

I have met two people that I find interesting. One is like I said might be,a woman, her name is America and she is gorgeous. She has long red hair(I don’t think it’s natural, though) huge boobs like mine and she’s overall really sexy. She is 100%Lesbian, and has invited me to play with her partner, who looks A LOT, like a man. And a good looking one at that…

The other one is, of course a man. He’s always been my friend, but he recently admitted to wanting more. He is 42, he is a soldier and he has rock hard abs. I Have known this guy for quite some time and we’ve had some really amazing, passionate, hot and steamy,make out sessions. As hard as it is to believe, we have never had sex. Not that I didn’t want to, specially when I was sitting on top of him and could feel his very erect cock knocking on my ladyhood. However, I am very proud to announce, I exercised some very amazing self control and stopped his advances, because I had an agreement with Mr. B that we would not fuck other people, so unlike him. I kept my promise (such a fool WE’RE CHEATERS, he an I. We are NOT supposed to keep our promises!!….)

Anyway, now that Mr. B wants out… Maybe I should let someone new in…?…too soon?

Dear Readers, it hurts to accept that I want to keep playing with Mr. B, to still be his slut and get all the fun…
…or should I just move on and realize some fantasies on my own.

Remember…Mr. and I have amazing sexual adventures together, and a new partner may bring some disappointment I’m already used to certain things… And I’m after all an orgasm junkie.

A Heart to Heart and a Change of Heart.

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Hello, everyone.

I’m back again. I’m again sorry for leaving you for so long. I think it’s time I tell you everything about me.
The reason I have not been posting is because I have a disease called Lupus, and I have been focusing on getting better but I’m still working on it.

There are new and important changes in our line up. Mr. B. has found someone else, and like we all knew would happen, from the very first post. (Like death or taxes, we knew it was unavoidable, but now that the moment is here… It’s NOT fun.) I have been discarded. We could blame Mr. B. and say he lied. Which he did, but … that’s on him. But that sounds like such a cliche doesn’t it? (The poor victim of a philandering man… blah, blah, blah…)

Or I could be me, “Amber” and take responsibility for accepting the submissive role that put me here. Yesterday, I thought I was the disappointment, and the hollowed one. Today I realized, yes, I’m hollow. But to this affair, I gave my all, I jumped, both feet in. I opened up to new experiences, I became someone I would have never dreamed to be. I chained myself in one way but freed me in many others. So I’m not the disappointment. He is, because he gave up.

So today, I free myself from this spell, he, himself has broken the chain I allowed to be put on me, and a new dawn approaches. I will not seek a new affair right away. But I will take my broken heart with it’s new darkness and give it to Mr B. to throw away, or pretend to fix, or whatever.

Today, ladies and gentleman I go, head high, into the dark, because it’s the only way I will bring out the light within me.

I will see you soon,
with the sexual adventures of a new Amber. (perhaps a girl?)

Staying Grounded

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I am going to start this blog post with a jump into The Way Back Machine. Early in my life my mother would sooth my discomforts with what I now call Mothering. If I had a tummy ache, she would place a hot water bottle on my stomach and sit next to me and caress my forehead while giving me soft and slow affirmations. Those slow gentle strokes would put my body and mind at ease. Later as a young adult, I had a girlfriend that loved to touch and caress. And she did touch and caress. But it was not soothing and calming like my mother’s. It did not take me long to realize the difference.
My mother would never loose contact with my skin. Either a long slow stroke in one direction and then a slightly faster trace back to the start and a long slow stroke or a stroke in one direction then a hand on a spot while she lifted off with the first hand and returned to the top to start again. Knowing that I enjoyed this technique, I adapted it myself and would practice the down and back whenever I caressed someone.
Years later in a discussion with a massage therapist friend, I learned that the constant contact was taught in massage school. The logic is that when if you break contact, the person you were touching loses where your hand is. And then when you reintroduce your touch it is a shock to them. So a good massage therapist will always have a light touch on your body.
You are asking yourself, “Self where is Mr. B going with this?” Here is where Mr. B is going. During a make out session, you are kissing on the neck below the left ear. You want to give the other side some attention. Rather than lift off and move to the other side, try this. Kiss, kiss, blow a soft whisper along the neck and jaw as you slowly shift to the other side. Stop along the way and plant a butterfly kiss on the chin, lips or throat then whisper your way to your target.
If the whisper is not your thing, keep the tip of your nose in contact with the jaw as you drift over. Or mix it up. Whisper a little, nuzzle some, whisper some more… you get the idea.
Earlier I mentioned the use of the other hand my mother would employ. So same scenario, you are kissing the neck below the left ear. You want to switch to the neck on the right. Before you end your kiss on the left, work a hand into the hair of your lover. Get your fingers all tangled up in that hair. Now gently tug the hair as you release that kiss. Hold the tug, stop by and kiss the lips then land on the neck on the right side. Now release the hair and begin kissing that neck. You never lost contact. Your lover never had to wonder what you were going to do next. They stayed lost in the mood you have created for them.
I promised Amber that I would make this post about the whisper kiss. And while I have mentioned the whisper kiss, that is not really the jest of this post. If you have never practiced the whisper kiss, it is simply a light blow from a small opening in your mouth, form you lips like you are going to whistle, but blow much more softly. If you drink tea, you already have the technique down.
How do you employ it? How about, you are actively engaged in eating her pussy. Her toes are curling, her stomach is clenching, an orgasm is on the rise. Connect the tip of your tongue with her clit and whisper a kiss. Repeat this for the next 3-4 times she is about to climax before you let her release. Waves of orgasms are your reward. Or, you are sucking his cock. He is throbbing and pulsing. Let the cock out, and whisper from the base of the head to the balls and back to the head. Wrap your lips around the head and suck to completion.
I have used the whisper kiss on her nipples, her clit, down her spine, up her thigh, across her forehead and on her neck, never have I not been pleased with the results.
Give it a try.

Lesson to be Learned

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Hello all,
I apologize for my long absences from posting. As Amber stated in a recent post, we are now much closer to each other. That is a result of my relocation to the city where I had been working on a contract basis. Major changes in Mister B’s life, I am now divorced and making a new house feel like a home. I shall not burden you with all of the details. One important thing to know is that I was feeling very much out of place. None of my old routines survived. I had a burning need to have a night that felt like my old life.
One thing I derive great pleasure from is creating a good dining experience. Nothing fancy, good wholesome food presented with a good balance of flavor and color. It gives me a sense of accomplishment to manage the different prep times and cook times to have everything meet on the plate at its height of flavor and appeal. Yes I am a control freak!
So I convinced Amber that she should forego her usual Friday routine to come and experience a meal at “Chez Brian”. A local market had wild caught salmon on sale. I had recently discovered a stash of 2009 Merlot from South Africa that was absolutely wonderful. My staple starch with salmon is most always steamed rice. All that pink and white needs a vibrant green to balance the plate. Keeping it simple, I picked up some snow peas that I would blanch and then sauté in olive oil. While at the market, I grabbed a small bouquet of flowers to dress the table.
One of my idiosyncrasies is that I do not like dining under harsh light. Maybe my military dining hall days, or a deep seated romantic streak, but I like to have soft indirect lighting during my evening meal. My new home offers only an overhead light without a dimmer so I pulled out the candles. A cluster of votive candles on the kitchen counter and two taper candles on the table gave the prefect lighting for the meal.
Amber and I had a lovely meal, great conversation and connected on a level we never had before. She shared with me that she found the meal and the presentation to be very special.
And it meant a great deal to her. Folks, I had been preparing and presenting this sort of meal for the past 8 years to my now ex-wife. I never got this appreciation for the effort. Yes when we were dating she would complement my effort. But in the last 8 years, it became expected.
True Amber and I are in the dating phase still. And I really enjoy creating in the kitchen, so it is not that much effort for me. But let’s consider what things get taken for granted as our relationships grow. Men, do you kiss your lover after a great blowjob and tell her/him how much you enjoyed it? If your partner enjoys anal sex as much as you, is that anal sex still not a premium since not all lovers enjoy it? Let them know you relish the things they do that you enjoy. Ladies, after 20 minutes of toe curling orgasms, I know you are off in a different cosmos, but sometime in the next hour or so, stroke your mates face and share how lucky you are.
In closing, even if your partner loves doing what you love receiving, let them know you love it and that you appreciate it.
If you want to read more about the meal prep just ask.
Have any of you ever sautéed chopped Brussels sprouts in olive oil with garlic and fresh ground black pepper? OMG not the slimy “Martian Heads” your mom used to force you to eat!

Wet panties, Bliss, a bit of a high and… FRUSTRATION!!!!

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Picture This…

You, laying on your stomach, breathing hard, your hair falling down the sides of your face, energy, everywhere, the room is moving with the motion he dictates…

He is holding your hips hard, pushing back and forth, grunting as he pushes, fast, then slow, he sets the speeds, the depth….

You get that tingling sensation that travels from your lips and circles at your breasts, that he briefly holds, before returning his hands to your hips… (faster, harder, he grabs your throat…OH!) … The tingling keeps it’s journey south bound, pauses at your stomach, where the butterflies are now rattled…. only to explode, right between your legs within the folds of your lips… you moan loudly…..

FRUSTRATION!!!!  You are both fully clothed and that’s as far as you’ll get today.   Wet panties, bliss, a bit of a high and….FRUSTRATION!!! Because I wanted to feel him explode too.

That Ladies and Gentleman was my yesterday morning!!.  I need to get it out of my system…. The Hunger Again… the lust for my Mr. B.

Oh, by the way… There’s a word for that… Outercourse.  Can’t say I’m a fan.

Little me…. and the chamber of … “Not so secrets anymore”

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Hello, everyone
I have to again apologize for being gone for so long. There is something happening soon that I am excited to tell you about. My Mr. B will be closer to me and I have hopes for the new adventures to come….
…Speaking of adventures…
Who of you likes the “COWGIRL” position?
I personally, have come to find it is one of my new favorite positions, there’s so much interaction between us, lots, of grinding, and a lot of moaning too (I’m kind of loud. Sometimes I wonder, what his neighbors might think).
Looking down at Mr. B and finding he enjoys the view of my boobs bouncing on top of him, having my ass close for some heavy spanking and, enjoying a good hair pulling is something we both find…. interesting.
One thing that I particularly enjoy about riding Mr. B is how deep inside me he feels… there’s this delicious way that he thrusts while underneath me that he touches this spot…

There’s something really special about this spot though, it brings waves, waves of orgasms that leave me shaking. I call this spot “The Chamber of Secrets” (Not to be confused with the G Spot)….

… I can feel a tiny bit of pressure as he enters my “Chamber”, then that little tickling sensation that runs from my lips to my inner thigh and, suddenly, he grabs my ass and I have to squeeze my knees not to come right there. Brian feels it, and smiles that mischievous smiles that makes it such a hard task to hold my orgasms…
… and then his hand is on my throat, and I’m gasping for air, riding him harder, and faster, my senses are heightened and everything feels so… Orgasmic

I can’t hold my climax for long, I have this need to feel and the want to feel it more. Only Brian understands it; Taking me, using me, he knows I won’t break… I feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

Brian enjoys my excitement, his playing with my breasts, and my bouncing up and down his … uhm… pole does have an effect on him too; and his release triggers mine…

I’m overwhelmed by waves of orgasms overlapping, I can’t hold myself and just collapse next to him, and his smug, “I did it” smile, he is proud of himself. My body is shaking, convulsing, with waves of pleasure that I keep feeling long after he’s come.

As I lay next to him, breathless and possessed by my orgasmic high; I realize, that he has undoubtedly found and conquered that place inside of me, that triggers and releases waves of orgasms. I don’t know exactly where it is myself, seems like a myth, doesn’t it?…. Not to him, he has found my chamber of secrets, he commands it now, and… he exploits it.

I have known for a long time that my body belongs to Brian; it reacts to his voice, to his touch, I melt by his kiss and I look at him differently… desire has turned into something else, I have no control over what I feel for him, and I just can’t get enough… I want more….

..That want to feel more…

From Lana, with Love.

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I meet Master B one Thursday Evening in September…
I arrived at his studio sometime after 7. I knocked the door. He looked so big and overwhelming when I walked in. He gave an appreciative look and asked me to turn around. I was wearing a white dress, and he liked. Master B put his hands on my hips and pull me close, his fingers traveled down my leg and up again underneath my clothes, he whispered “You are here for my pleasure, only. I will use you in any way it pleases ME”…
I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded.

-“Pour me three fingers of scotch, then come sit on my lap”

I was siting on his lap, he was drinking and caressing my legs, I don’t know whether consciously, or unconsciously but he was getting closer and closer to my…

ANYWAY…His drink was gone and he was focusing on my cleavage now. He motions to stand up. I stand and he guides me to the bed. At the edge of the bed he touches my shoulder and pushes me down softly. I understand. I get on my knees, he presents his cock to me and I start sucking. Brian is enjoying his blowjob, he starts thrusting into my mouth, he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock further into my throat… I gag. He retreats, I catch my breath… he does it again…I am not sure I’m enjoying this; it seems a little too aggressive, and he doesn’t seem care. All of a sudden, I feel it. I FEEL IT! He’s sword fighting my tonsils!!! WTF! Tears are pouring out of my eyes, yet, I am not sure I’m hating this experience either, and as his breathing becomes ragged and more intense, as he pulls my head back and forth and shamelessly, selfishly and deviantly fucks me, I am becoming more and more aroused…

Master B decides he doesn’t want to come in my mouth. He grabs my elbows and pulls me up. He sets me on the bed, and laying on my stomach. He restrains my ankles and my wrists, and feels my wetness with his fingers. Here’s when the fun really begins…

Master has an array of toys he likes to use. different types of vibrators and plugs, and I get to feel every one of them, different positions and of course, different places,… and, OH!!! he likes different settings. Master, definitely likes variety.

Master B is ready to fuck me… and he does. He fucks me Doggie Style, he definitely likes my ass. He likes it because he has control. He gets to pull my hair, which he did, and I love it when he bites my neck! Master is holding my hips, he sets the rhythm, sometimes long deep thrusts, other fast and shallow, I am his. He knows this, and he uses me.

I can feel Master tense inside of me, and I can tell he is ready, that thought alone is enough to release the orgasm I had been holding and we climax together.

I feel his release, and it brings a new wave of orgasms for me. We both collapse on the bed, and while I can no longer stay in character; I am back to Amber. I haven’t had a kiss in our whole session, and I feel vulnerable in the way that I don’t like; I need affection, a gentle touch? I don’t know…Fortunately, he felt it too. He held me close, he kissed me and I felt safe. A very new and interesting experience for both, Lana and Amber.