Amber has discovered that she can enjoy female ejaculations with the correct stimulation and at the right time. She also realized with our second play date that what she thought had been orgasms before were not. I think they still were, but just different type than she has been enjoying for the past 10 months.
I have long known that there are clitoral orgasms and there are vaginal orgasms. And I pride myself on being able to deliver either or both. However, with Amber, there seems to be a third kind of orgasm and I am perplexed as to what to consider it. It is most definitely vaginal, but it feels different even to me.
Amber tells me that it is not like a climax where the pleasure builds to a point and POW you are there. She tells me this is very intense, sort of a flood of pleasure without the buildup. I will leave Amber to give you more of her thoughts on this subject.
What I know is that we get Amber to this Flood of Pleasure in one of two positions. Cowgirl or Doggy Style. Cowgirl it is almost a certainty that we are going to experience “The Flood”. Doggy, I have to work at finding the spot. It is deeper, past her G-spot. It is as if I am at the top of her vagina and suddenly, I enter a secret chamber. The sensation on my cock is almost like there is no sensation. Or maybe I am feeling sensation all around, so there is no up, down, left or right. I do know that once I am there, I can feel her warmth and wetness immediately. As I move around, her wetness increases and in a short time I can feel a release. That release is most always accompanied by a queeff as her vagina makes room for “The Flood”.
I am planning on exploring this secret room more. Maybe there is a climax waiting if we find the right stimuli?
Any of you have a secret chamber or experience with the flood? Please share if you do.
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 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.
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…..
Amber and I were texting one evening early in our affair. We were discussing anal sex. At this point, I had massaged her sphincter and even inserted my finger while we were enjoying vaginal intercourse. Amber confessed that she was excited by the anal play and that it heightened her orgasm (well duh) but she was fearful of trying anal intercourse. We also talked about deep throat and gag fucking. She was being elusive about both. That evening it occurred to me that Amber had a fear of failure.
In her professional life, Amber is most always in control and failure is a sign of weakness to her. She was having a tough time venturing outside of her comfort zone because she feared failure. I offered to her that she could take on an alter ego that would try these new things. And since I have myself been fantasizing of being a Dom, I suggested she be my submissive for a role playing season.
We needed a name for My new sub, I thought it would be generous to allow Amber to choose the name that her alter ego would answer to. I offered the simple single letter or calling her by a number as if she were inventorial property. She did not warm to either of those and asked that I choose a name for my sub. I mulled it over a bit and offered Lana. Amber liked that and so my sub would be called anal spelled backward. I liked where this was going.
After a couple of weeks of online training sessions, Mistress Amber sent Lana to the door of Master B.
I had not been home from work very long when Lana presented herself at the door. She was dressed alluring, but tasteful. Her breast were prominently on display and she worn a loose mini skirt so that Master had easy access to her tight little ass. Master B. had Lana stand while he inspected her wares. He removed a breast from her bra and tugged on the nipple until it was stiff and erect. Very nice. He turned Lana around and had her bend and lift her skirt to her hips. He squeezed her firm ass cheeks then ran His fingernails up the back of her thigh. A slight whelp lingered in the trail. He grabbed her ass hard digging His nails into her flesh. A slight whimper escaped from Lana’s throat. He released and slapped her ass hard. A gasp followed by what could be best described as a purr. Okay, Amber was totally into the Lana character.
Master B instructed Lana to pour Him 3 fingers of Bourbon (she has tiny fingers) and to add 2 ice cubes while He retreated to the armchair. When she arrived with His drink, she was instructed to sit on the floor in front of His chair. She was told to remove His shoes which she did as He sipped on His bourbon.
Master required a bath. Lana was instructed to go draw a bath for Master B. She obliged while He enjoyed His drink. With the bath ready, Lana undressed her Master and led Him to the waiting tub of warm water. Once He was seated in the bath, Lana positioned herself on the edge of the tub and washed her Master’s body. Front and back, neck to knees. Master was pleased by the attention. Lana had earned a pleasure award. With the bath complete and Master toweled dry, Lana knelt before Him and awaited His next instruction.
That next instruction was for Lana to suck Master’s cock until it was hard. With a hard cock, Master stood, took Lana’s head in His hands and forced His cock deep down her throat. He pumped his cock in her throat until she gagged. He pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath. Then He forced it down again. She would gag, and He would withdraw. His cock was glistening with her saliva. He stood her up and guided her to the edge of the bed.
Forcing her to bend over the bed, Master B lifted Lana’s skirt. Her slim hips and pretty little asshole had Him on fire. He wanted to unload in that ass. Lubricated with her saliva, His cock head entered her ass easily. But as he glides in, she screams in pain. I pull out quickly. Too soon and too fast. Even a sub deserves respect. Next time I will prepare her ass for an insertion. No load in her ass tonight, but still a very rewarding evening. We will be doing this role play again.
I recently came across a Female Sexual Bucket List. The woman that re-posted it http://thestir.cafemom.com/love_sex/106248/the_sexual_bucket_list_50?ref=otherstories
commented on how 90% of this could be done with a monogamous partner.
I looked the list over, and I think 90% may be a bit of a stretch. But it does make a pretty good point. Relationships need to be kept fresh and lively. We have had some comments about our blog demeaning the sanctity of marriage. When I read this bucket list I immediately thought of an interview Tammy Faye Baker gave in the early 90’s. I cannot find a link to the exact quote (if you know it, please share). But she once stated (before it was public that Jim was having affairs) that “a good Christian woman will be many women for her husband”.
Take that quote, the comment by the woman re-posting the bucket list and the fact that people have affairs and we may be onto something here: Role Play.
The options are vast.
Amber and I early on started a role play to allow her to step out of her comfort zone and experience new things. We have a Dom/sub role with Master B and Lana. Brian gets to be sinister and play with bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, toys and all sorts of other demeaning things. Amber gets to explore her limits without compromising Amber’s integrity.
Amber desires Teacher/Student play while I want to explore a rape fantasy. Point is, if you are married and wanting to keep your mate interested, maybe having an affair within your marriage is something you should consider.
My next post will be a Master B and Lana account.
I crossed the half century mark 2 years ago. During my years, I have experienced many women. Of those many, there have been a handful of long term relationships. By long term I mean more than 2 months. In all of those relationships, including my 18 year marriage, I have never experienced this thing that Amber does. When we are planning to meet, she will text or call and ask me what I want her to wear.
Is that not the greatest thing? I get say in what my lover is going to look like when we are together. If my mood is Classy with a hint of Slut, I can tell her to wear the green dress unbuttoned to the 3rd button and a ribbed tee under. If I want total slut, I ask for the denim mini and ribbed tee with a pushup bra. Regardless, I get to have input in what she will be wearing for our date.
Consider this our followers. What better way to honor your lover than by allowing them to choose the costume you will wear to the play. Because the costume does dictate the role you will be playing. This has major ramifications. If I am in the mood to tease and pet Amber’s pussy under the table at dinner and she shows wearing slacks, petting is so not happening. If we are going someplace where I want to stun the crowd, slutty is not the look. Classy is look for that. So her asking me what I want her to wear is really allowing me to set the stage for the performance that the evening will be.
I am not so sure that this is a two way street however. As a heterosexual male, the closest thing to caring about my wardrobe is the sniff test to see if the shirt is fresh enough to wear again. Just kidding. But frankly, I think I know what Amber wants to see me wearing and that is what I put on. I don’t ask. I do pay attention to what color my eyes are acting while I am dressing. I have those eyes that can be green or aqua or blue depending on my mood. If they are playing blue, I will select a lighter colored shirt which seems to set off the blue and get them noticed. My version of wearing a push up and ribbed tee, but I cannot dictate the color of my eyes.
Maybe this depends on the dominance levels of the relationship? For sure Amber is submissive to my Mr. B role. And I think she is naturally submissive, so asking me what I want her to wear is logical. But even if you are not submissive by nature, would it not benefit your relationship to allow your lover some say in what you will be wearing when you meet?