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.

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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.