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.

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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.

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.

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….

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/

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…

The Ad

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Everything has a beginning

Our story begins with an ad.  The story of how I found this ad is so farfetched, I can only assume I found it because I was meant to find it.  Because I looked in the right place and at the right moment.

Honestly, I do not remember what the ad said, all I remember is that I must have read it about 50 times. I asked Brian for a copy of the ad, but I lost it.  so I’m afraid I cannot share it with you.

I replied to the ad, looking for… I don’t know.  Nothing…. Cold, heartless sex that would be easy to dispose of,once I was done with it.

In my reply I was very clear, I wanted nothing more. I am not looking to leave my husband, and I am not looking for him to change his current situation. I wasn’t looking for a one night stand either.

I was looking for a “fuck buddy”. His concept however, the idea of what we could be… should be was much, much better…Image