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.

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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/

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