Staying Grounded


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.


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


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.

Fuck me on a couch… Fuck me again, on the chair… and PLAYING IN THE PUDDLE


The 3rd time meeting Brian was a Tuesday.  He was about to leave his hotel and we got a couple hours to play.  I was wearing a dress red on top with a black bottom. I liked it because it made my butt look curvy.  My butt is practically non existent so I take any help I can get.

So, I showed up to his hotel room, and it was pretty awkward at first. I did want to have sex with him, he knew I was nervous, anyone could tell from like a mile away!!

He grabbed me, quickly and smoothly.  He held on to me and caressed me, made me feel safe and a little bit calm before he moved in to kiss me. (Whoever said butterflies in your stomach was a nice feeling is a moron! I hate them.  Butterflies south … an entirely different story)

There he is, caressing my neck, my shoulders. He is sitting on a couch and I’m sitting on his lap, facing away from him. he goes from my neck to my boobs with one hand while his other hand travels up my thigh. I feel calm and excited at the same time.  Is that possible?

After a few minutes of touching those very sensible places of myself, he is ready to enter me, I let him.  This is a position I have never tried before. This position is uncomfortable, he is having trouble staying inside.  I’m thinking I should say something, but I don’t.  He doesn’t either.

Woah!!! I’m on the air. Brian has lifted me, without warning. He positioned me on my knees on top of a chair and entered me.  All in one swift and fast movement.  I would have objected, maybe…except… I liked it…. I liked it a lot!!!

He liked the visual he got must have been a good one.  Because I can feel him excited inside me… I am still not over the… uhm,  surprise. Should say something?…

uh…. oh.. OH!! he is hitting that spot, well I can’t and won’t.  I feel him tense he grabs my hips and pounds me hard and fast, hitting my spot, every time. I am unaware of my loud moaning, but he enjoys it.  One thing about Brian is that he never neglects any part of me, he plays with my boobs, my neck, my hair, my ass… He’s just having too much fun with it; and so am I, loving it and ready. I come; I have that amazing orgasm that starts somewhere and ends everywhere.  I am gasping for air, and trying to focus, I am dizzy and my knees are weak, my hair is tangled, my bra is out of place…  I turn around to face him, I give him one long look. DAMN HIM!! He’s as calm, collected and fresh as if we had talked, rather than fucked.

Brian offers me his hand and I take it.  He must have noticed my wobbly knees because he grabs me by the waist and guides me to the bed. He suggests I remove my dress, which I obediently do.  He lays down with me. He is on his back and I’m on my side, with my head above his arm.  I like it there, I fit so well.

We talk for a while, and I’m nervous again, blabbering about whatever, until I sigh, still feeling that little tickle, a lingering high from my recent orgasm. He likes that, he smiles, a very smug smile and whispers..”I did that”. (Really?! I’m wet again!)

I had been unaware of the whereabouts of Brian’s hand during that brief exchange, but I locate it once I feel his finger inside me.  I turn to look at him, he smiles… Again that smug smile.  I just give in, entirely to the feeling of his expert hands inside playing with my spot.  He whispers again,and it takes me a while to understand what he said, because his fingers are aggressively bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. I get “the look” again, and a smile.

I call that “Playing in the Puddle”

Needless to say that I came again.