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.

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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…

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.

How I became an Orgasm Junkie

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I don’t really lose bets.  This one, I will not admit to losing, it was more of a Freebie.  Of course, if you asked Brian, he’ll say he won fair and square.

It was late at night.  Brian and I had been discussing his previous experiences, which were many.  I sometimes felt overwhelmed, and I had a thing in the back of my mind about being the best he ever had.

Brian had told me about being able to tease a woman for an hour, just holding her at the edge of an orgasm for a whole hour!!! (Of course I wanted my share of that).  I was yet again skeptical of Brian’s abilities.  I also remember him saying that I orgasm during foreplay at least once.  So having that in mind, I decided to challenge him with a bet.

“He would tease me for an hour and I wouldn’t come. If he won, I’d drive 3 blocks topless, If I won, I’d get to tie him up”

The day of the bet was a sunny Tuesday and I was wearing… what was I wearing?. I don’t remember.  Doesn’t matter…

Brian started working me up to an orgasm with… His tongue of course, soft kisses here and there that grew up more and more aggressive, only to suddenly stop.  That wasn’t enough punishment from Mr. B, Though.

He asked me to lay on my back, my knees at the edge of the bed, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me, I got the a “Girl, you in trouble!” look that made me whimper a little bit.  He smiled and …. YES!! the feeling! so intense and I was right there!, he had me where he wanted me.  The Magic of  a make up brush.  (Yes, girls, A. MAKE UP. BRUSH!!!) he played with my clit, my slit, my thighs, he slowly and fast, slowly again.  He took an eyebrow brush and he played with my inner labia, yes, he  brushed me into a delicious orgasm… not yet…. almost.

He works upward, he starts playing with my nipples, twisting, and pulling, massaging my breasts and my kissing and biting, meanwhile, inside I´m getting fingered and played and I´m just about ready, finally I can feel it coming, my well deserved orgasm…

WHAT?!!…Why … the….hell are you stopping….?! You Son of a b….!!!!

¨Fifteen more minutes¨ he said. And I felt a need for that orgasm high I get after Brian, plays with me.

I did not want to hold it anymore, my orgasm, was there, ready for me to get it, an incredibly sharp, intense orgasm, waves of pleasure, slipping between my fingers, I had to stop it, I decided I did not want to let him stop, not this time.  I did the one thing left to do… I begged.

¨You, asshole!!¨, Please, please can I come now?¨

With that look, that manages to melt me every single time. He looked at me and said: ¨You May¨ I came, in waves and waves of orgasmic bliss, that I still think about from time, to time.

Watching Brian´s look of accomplishment, brings an edge to my orgasms that I don´t know how to describe, but I always look for when I get my orgasm fix….

His idea of what we should be…And Rules

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I met Brian at McAllister’s, and told him what I was wearing, I knew what he was wearing and I knew he was already waiting for me.  I opened the door, and was overwhelmed by what I saw, he wasn’t cute!… He was fucking handsome, Like I wanna do you NOW!! handsome.  He smiled kinda shyly and I … looked away, and walked past him to the order line!  (Don’t ask, I want to kick myself! every freaking time I remember this part!)

Anyway, brave and confident as he is, he approached me, as I waited in line, he got really close to my ear, and spoke really softly, I heard him, but I was so overwhelmed by him, that I eloquently blank stared him and said…. “whut??”  He spoke a little bit louder, and slower.  “What does Hubby think you’re doing?”.  Thankfully, I found my voice again and replied “Shopping”   We chatted for a little while and he finally told me what he did for a living.  When I was done eating my salad, we drove separately to Victoria’s Secret and we shopped. He picked a few pieces and I babbled (I was nervous)… surprisingly, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought It’d be.

During our conversation Brian asked about my expectations for this new… probably to be liaison, having little to no experience in affairs, mine was simple sex.  I wanted to try new things, and to actually have sex.

He suggested that he become my Mentor and I his student.  I had no objection to it.  I actually thought it would be beneficial to learn a few things.  I wouldn’t feel so guilty if I took this affair as an entirely educational experience….. right?…

During our Conversation, we came up with a few rules:

  1. This Affair is to last two years
  2. Neither he, nor me, is to have another affair, I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps around, but it’s what’s safe and practical for both of us.  The only other sexual partner allowed are our own spouses.
  3. We are not to contact each other EVER after our affair is done.
  4. We are not to communicate during the weekends.  He goes back to his hometown and It’s my family time.

We had agreed on our rules, we had chosen our lingerie, and we had chemistry, we were ready to translate that chemistry into a physical form, and he had something to prove…