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.

Little me…. and the chamber of … “Not so secrets anymore”

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Hello, everyone
I have to again apologize for being gone for so long. There is something happening soon that I am excited to tell you about. My Mr. B will be closer to me and I have hopes for the new adventures to come….
…Speaking of adventures…
Who of you likes the “COWGIRL” position?
I personally, have come to find it is one of my new favorite positions, there’s so much interaction between us, lots, of grinding, and a lot of moaning too (I’m kind of loud. Sometimes I wonder, what his neighbors might think).
Looking down at Mr. B and finding he enjoys the view of my boobs bouncing on top of him, having my ass close for some heavy spanking and, enjoying a good hair pulling is something we both find…. interesting.
One thing that I particularly enjoy about riding Mr. B is how deep inside me he feels… there’s this delicious way that he thrusts while underneath me that he touches this spot…

There’s something really special about this spot though, it brings waves, waves of orgasms that leave me shaking. I call this spot “The Chamber of Secrets” (Not to be confused with the G Spot)….

… I can feel a tiny bit of pressure as he enters my “Chamber”, then that little tickling sensation that runs from my lips to my inner thigh and, suddenly, he grabs my ass and I have to squeeze my knees not to come right there. Brian feels it, and smiles that mischievous smiles that makes it such a hard task to hold my orgasms…
… and then his hand is on my throat, and I’m gasping for air, riding him harder, and faster, my senses are heightened and everything feels so… Orgasmic

I can’t hold my climax for long, I have this need to feel and the want to feel it more. Only Brian understands it; Taking me, using me, he knows I won’t break… I feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

Brian enjoys my excitement, his playing with my breasts, and my bouncing up and down his … uhm… pole does have an effect on him too; and his release triggers mine…

I’m overwhelmed by waves of orgasms overlapping, I can’t hold myself and just collapse next to him, and his smug, “I did it” smile, he is proud of himself. My body is shaking, convulsing, with waves of pleasure that I keep feeling long after he’s come.

As I lay next to him, breathless and possessed by my orgasmic high; I realize, that he has undoubtedly found and conquered that place inside of me, that triggers and releases waves of orgasms. I don’t know exactly where it is myself, seems like a myth, doesn’t it?…. Not to him, he has found my chamber of secrets, he commands it now, and… he exploits it.

I have known for a long time that my body belongs to Brian; it reacts to his voice, to his touch, I melt by his kiss and I look at him differently… desire has turned into something else, I have no control over what I feel for him, and I just can’t get enough… I want more….

..That want to feel more…

The “I told you!, I’m Good” Look, and a New Promise.

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After our trip to Victoria’s Secret, our conversation and a few awkward moments; We finally made it to his uhm… place and I was feeling a little more comfortable, he was overwhelming, in many ways, mostly his scent, for some reason, I can’t understand, or explain, well, it hit me like a train.  We talked a little more, we made out a little and after a while, I was ready to try on something.  I walked into the bedroom, undressed, under dressed, and came back out.  He checked me out, asked me to turn around, I did, and moved closer to him.  We kissed a little more, and he took me back to the room.  He had something to prove (He’d could make me come on oral alone), and I was still skeptical.

I laid on the bed, and we started kissing, touching, and I was little by little forgetting our awkward first moments together.  he stopped a little at my breasts, and kept working his way down to my…oh… uh…. WHOA!!!! …… HOLY….. MOLY!!!!

yes, he was down there!, He was enthusiastic, he was enjoying this as much as I was, he took me completely by surprise. I felt his tongue doing sublime movements, up and down, and everywhere, he was licking me, kissing my lips, he held and caressed my thighs, a soft yet hungry touch, I wanted more, I was moaning loud, I didn’t care, I felt his hand…a little pressure, right in that spot… I felt pleasure, and his tongue, Inside me, a little, a little more, traveling, all around my slit, he was sucking, and nibbling, and I could feel it all, his movements, soft, then agressive and passionate, I could feel his want for me, his hands traveling up and down my breasts my hips my thighs, calves and back again.  My whole body was convulsing with pleasure, moaning, and ready, I climaxed, a glorious orgasm the likes of which I had never had before… (Thinking on it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever had an orgasm before…)  He moaned a little, as he licked my … nectar…

I laid there for a while, trying to dissect, and maybe relive, what I had just experienced… so new, so foreign and overwhelming… I didn’t know whether to run or stay.  He made that choice for me.  He laid to my side, and caressed my body, he made me feel desired and warm (that freaking room of his is colder than a freezer!!!).  He looked at me, and smiled, I knew in his mind he was saying

” I Told you!!,  I know what I’m doing, and I’m damn good at it!!!”

Can’t argue that…

…His eyes, however, said so much more… They were so intense, smoldering, yet cold at the same time, he promised he would never hurt me.   Unfortunately, we both know that’s a promise he can’t keep….

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**Totally unrelated, if any of you reading is a guy, I found this interesting post on cunnilingus, y’all might wanna check it out.**

http://thoughtcatalog.com/zaron-burnett-iii/2013/08/a-gentlemans-guide-to-cunnilingus/