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.

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.

Master B meets Lana

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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.

A Chair with a View

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Amber gives a pretty good description of the events that day, from her perspective.
What we should always remember is that what we sense and perceive is based on our knowledge and experiences. Not the knowledge and experience of the person we are with.

At this point in our affair I had not shared with Amber that I was, many years ago, involved in an accident that left me with permanent nerve damage down the right side of my body. That nerve damage has rendered my penis almost numb. Benefit for the ladies that can withstand a 90 minute pounding, but a frustration for me. Visual stimulation helps me to achieve my climax sooner. Tactile stimulation alone will not get me done. I require visual to compliment the experience if I am to realize my orgasm.

So, I am sitting on the couch. Amber is straddling my lap and riding me in a reverse cowgirl standing position. But my view is her hair, her dress and more of her dress. Now I love her hair and the way she plays with it during intercourse. But that is not the visual that I need to stay in the game. Good thing Amber tips the scales south of 100#, I stood up with her still engaged and moved her to a chair. Frankly, I believe this is the first time a man moved her physically during intercourse.

Once at the chair, I had the most wonderful view a man could hope for. Her slim hips and tiny little ass look so hot when she is on her knees. I had a great view of my cock pumping her pussy. My word, this was just what I needed! It may seem odd to some of you, but as I was fucking her that way, I looked at her asshole and thought, “that is the prettiest asshole I have ever seen”.

Amber and I had not discussed anal sex at this point in our affair. She had said that she was so inexperienced that she did not know her limits. But I knew anal was a big taboo for most women. Yet I looked at that butthole and fantasized about having my cock in it. I suddenly realized that this woman was not just hot, but she was on fire. The thought of using her to my ends plus the visual of her on her knees and my cock pumping her pussy was just what I needed. I was very vocal as I reached my climax.

Out of breath and feeling very satisfied, I lead Amber to the bed. We cuddled and I enjoyed some post-orgasmic sleep. Not much sleep, I had this beautiful sexy woman cuddled next to me. What the heck was I doing sleeping? I kissed her. Wow what a wonderful kisser Amber is. My hand wondered down to her soaking wet pussy and I could not resist fingering her to another orgasm or three. A pussy loaded with cum is so much fun to play with. It reminds me of my childhood and running through the puddles after a heavy rain.  My adult version of “Playing in the Puddles”.

So goes my side of the story.

I have to tell you all that at this point in our affair, I am hooked on this inexperienced, totally open minded young lady. A dream come true.