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.

Staying Grounded

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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.

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.

The Nightmare Blowjob and a Surprise…

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Brian had given me an amazing first oral sex experience.  Yes, as hard as it is to believe, before him, I had only had sex with just two people. Neither of whom had given me oral, so yes, it was the first time, and from the looks of it, it was also the first time, I ever had an orgasm.  (I agree with you, that is one really sad sex life for a 20 something)

As a girl, I always thought that a “Lady” never gave blowjobs, so I thought I wasn’t being lady like when I gave one. before Brian, I had only given three, or four, and I felt bad about it, but the truth is I liked it… sort of… it’s just I hadn’t given enough to say whether or not I liked it. 

Brian had given me an awesome experience and I thought I should return the favor, I googled, did my homework on fellatio, I was sure I was ready to give this man the dick suck of his life!!!! Well… turns out this is an acquired skill that requires practice

…lots of it!…

I was surprised at how much I actually liked it!!! I mean I really did, enjoy it! I was aroused, felt sensual, it was a totally new feeling for me!

I don’t know how many women think like I used to, but girls, y’all are missing out!!! Fellatio is fun!. Guys love it and in my case, it makes me feel sexy, and playful.

I’m sure some of you gals, think it’s gross, but the way I see it, I love kissing Brian, I kiss his forehead, his lips, I enjoy licking his earlobe and neck,  for me biting his lower lip is just a huge turn on!, why not kiss and lick, and taste that part of him that brings me so much pleasure; But after trying and doing, and learning(still learning) I can tell you, I like oral, I like to give him something he likes. 

I think great sex is about giving, not so much about receiving.

Girls, get down!!, and playful…and naughty!!! (not the same as dirty).  If you think your men have given you half as much pleasure as Brian has given me, then by all means they deserve it!!!. It may not be the best, but he will guide you towards what he likes.
Try it, always remember that this is for him. Don’t expect anything!

Here are 3 basics for Brian’s Blow jobs(if you ever find yourself with his cock in your mouth)

1. VISUAL: your pretty little lips and tongue all over the tip for an unforgettable show.
2. MOISTURE: Don’t suck it dry, lick it here and there, provides a show and moisture 😉
3. PAY ATTENTION: Pressure not to much, make sure your lips hold on his little friend is tight just so. Pay attention to his breathing, his caresses, and his moaning, that’ll give you the speed, depth and pressure he likes

Deep throating & Swallowing: You don’t have to, but give it a go! He’ll appreciate it. Get to know his little guy, you know he likes you, who knows, you might like him too.