Me, Myself and Lana

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Finally!!!, The Lana Post!!

I’ve been dying to tell you about Lana, because she is by far the wildest, most erotic thing I have done so far.
Lana is a character that Brian and I created in order for me to play submissive. I don’t know much about Dom/Sub relationships. This is what Lana has experienced.

*Lana texts her Master B. in the 3rd person.
*Lana likes to be given a purpose. Her purpose: To Please Her Master.
*Master B is responsible for Lana’s well being. While he may be aggressive, he always makes sure that Lana is safe and well.
*Master B makes use of Lana’s body any way he pleases.

Lana is a great idea for me to broaden my horizons; it lets me experiment and being experimented on. Lana is like a fantasy, like an out of body experience that I get to feel…

If y’all are looking for something to try, I think creating a sexy alter-ego is something worth looking into. I’ve had so much fun and Oh, Master B is pleased… very pleased…

I’ll let Lana write a post some day.

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Afterplay

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I had the most incredible night with Amber this week. We were celebrating a special day. It was not our regularly scheduled date day. And since the special day was a landmark for her, I wanted to do something special.
Before she arrived, I had set up the ropes and adjusted the cuffs to fit me. I then laid out three “costumes” for her to choose from in the other bedroom.  When she arrived, I offered that she could select her outfit and join me in my bedroom.  While she was changing, I set myself up spread eagle on the bed. The last wrist restraint was a bit of a challenge.
Amber has been saying since date 4 how she wanted to tie me up and have her way with me. Tonight it was going to happen.
She entered the bedroom wearing the costume that is one of my shirts (2X too big for her). Her breasts were beautiful with her wearing my shirt un-buttoned to the third button. The tails covered her ass and pussy, but the non-tail indents showed her slim hips perfectly. Oh she is divine to look at. She immediately let out a squeal and said, “You are the best.” Then hopped on the bed and kissed me. Almost as quickly, she was off the bed searching for something in “The Toy Box”. What? I had the butt plugs and vibes on the nightstand. I was sure she would want to use one of those on me.  Nope, from the toy box she pulls a men’s necktie. Back on the bed she blindfolds me with the tie. Crap, I like to watch! She kisses me a couple of times than goes straight for my cock.
The excitement has me already semi erect. It does not take Amber long to suck me to a good stiff erection. I hate that I cannot see her pretty face sucking me hard. I feel her moving as she shifts from sucking to mounting. With no foreplay for her, her pussy is tight. She dry humps me a little then takes my dick in her hand and lowers herself onto it. My toes curl as she sits deep onto my member. I do not know how long she rode me. She would alternate between my head entering and popping out of her pussy to sitting deep and cumming heavily.
Suddenly,  she turns the tables. She removes the blindfold and  rotates to reverse cowgirl position. OMG! Her cum covering my cock, her pretty asshole, long strokes, deep plunges, how wonderful. Then she gives me something  only one other woman has ever given me. But that will be a post later.
Okay, we each have fabulous orgasms. Her knees are weak from riding the bike for 45 minutes. We spoon and fall asleep for what seems hours. I awake to notice I am stroking her hip gently. She moans softly. I desire her. I guide her to laying on her back and start to kiss her. I flirt with her by breathing heavy on her neck, into her ear, butterfly kisses on her throat and forehead. I suckle her breasts, lick her up to her neck and start all over. For what seems hours, we make out. Kissing, breathing heavy, kissing, petting, licking, kissing….. I cannot remember when I last make post sex love or had Afterplay with a woman. This was so intense. So tender. So “I do not want this to end”. For the first time in 10 months, Amber was quiet. She lay there purring and mewing  with every touch and every kiss. More than once I thought of mounting her and making slow passionate love to her. But I would look into her eyes and think,” I cannot improve on where she is right now.”
She asks, “What time is it?” I roll over to look at the clock. “Ten Forty-five.”  “I have to go” she says slowly and in a soft voice. We missed dinner, but no food could have satisfied my soul the way Amber did tonight. We dress and I walk her to her car. A kiss goodnight and she is on her way.
Tonight her departure leaves me missing her almost immediately and more deeply than other times. She is so incredible. We are so incredible.  I do not think I will ever experience a lover like Amber again. Suddenly, I want to do everything with her. Pull out all of the stops. Burn the candle from both ends. Go places I have not gone before with her by my side. This is being in love. So long since I have been in love. But, shhhh don’t tell.

The Magic of The Redirect

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When I was young one of my friends was an amateur magician. And for a 14 year old he was pretty good too. He shared with me some of the less complicated “sleight of hand “ tricks. I know I am not going to shock any of you intelligent blog followers by pointing out that these tricks all rely on one simple element, “the redirect”. The magician attracts your eye (and attention) to a hand or prop while he or she performs magic with the other hand. And we are all amazed and in awe of the magic being performed for us. Would we be as amused if the magician grabbed our head with one hand and forced us to look the other direction while they did their magic? Okay maybe some of you would, but I think not many. I believe that partners can turn love making into magic by using the redirect.

Say you are in bed and the foreplay is heating up. Your partner slides a hand up your thigh toward your crotch. A particularly rough callous on the side of their finger grates your flesh as they advance to your private parts. Do you grab their hand and say, “WTF go scrape that thing off!” Or do you place your hand on theirs to stop advancement and whisper,  “I would love if you kissed my thighs right now.”? First option is a real mood killer. The second is alluring and enticing. Oh yes, I want to do that.

Not always easy. A hang nail or a callous can be shocking. The before mentioned bad breath can be repulsive.  And you will not always have the presence to redirect. But the more you do this, the more fulfilling your relationships will become. After all, you’re interested in getting pleasure as much as giving it, yes? So the less often you kill the mood, the more often you make the mood.

Now if I could master pulling a bouquet of flowers out of my ass…..