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….

An Apology

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Hello, Readers.

First of all I would like to apologize for the many weeks I didn’t post.  My life became a chaos and kind of fell apart.  It took me a few weeks to get back on my feet.

Fortunately, I am now ready, and I feel like I’m back on track.  There are many more obstacles in the road ahead, but … What is life without struggle? 

Anyway, guys, I am back and ready to share my adventures with Mr. B.  Thank you for your support and patience.  I will have two delicious entries ready for you to read today.  I am sure y’all want to know what happened after that first sizzling encounter with Mr. B, who is sick today, by the way.  Kiss, babe.  Feel better soon.

Again, Thank you all for your support and patience.

Love, Amber.

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/

An Email, a Promise, a Date,…. and a Threat?

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An Email

I had replied to Brian’s posting looking for a sexual partner.  What I wanted was a man as attached as I was, who would never ask me or expect me to leave my husband’s side.  Someone who would care not for me, but for the earthly pleasures I was willing to engage in.  In all honesty my sexual experience had been limited to one person, and I had never tried anything other than the “missionary” position.  (I know?!, Crazy, right?!!)  Truth is I have(had) a preference for that position because it was the only position that did not hurt.  (you see, My husband is extremely large, I mean way above average, and I’m petite)

“Having a large penis is like having a Hummer Limo, I mean it looks cool and everything,  but what’s the point of having one if you can’t park it anywhere??” -@weirdassbritt

…Back to topic, sorry I tend to get sidetracked. LOL

Brian’s reply did not come right away, he made me wait a whole day, before I heard from him!!.  After that, we emailed regularly for about a week, asking questions about everything and anything, like our favorite color, one’s addiction to candy, the others’ love for cooking and growing stuff, by that I mean herbs, like garlic or thyme, not “herbs”!!!.

A Promise

I found out Brian did not like smoking, and that he had traveled all over the world, we exchanged one or two spicy emails about what he liked sexually ,he liked oral, and he liked giving(okay?), and he very confidently promised that he would make me come on oral alone (yeah, right!).  I knew how to give oral….. I…uhm,… liked it, ….sort of, truthfully…. I hadn’t done it enough to actually have a clear idea of whether I liked it or not.  The more we emailed, the more I wanted to know about him, and the more anxious I was to meet him; luckily..

A Date

…He was anxious to meet me too!!, we exchanged pictures, his was tiny, but he looked cute.  Mine, was decent, I don’t like my pictures.

And lucky me! Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale was going starting that week.  We decided to meet Monday, around 7pm and go shopping, he asked! (I promise it was his idea), we agreed to get a couple of lingerie pieces that I would model for him. I was all nervous and excited, and of course scared.  The only way to be less scared, was to know more, for me to know more I would have to ask, and I did! I asked away, however, There was a question I asked several times, that he avoided.  I didn’t think anything of it, because I had been spitting out so many questions, I was sure he had missed that particular question, several times(?), So on the Sunday, before our meeting, I asked once more…

A Threat??

-So!, What do you do for a living?

His reply -I could tell you, but I would have to kill you…. wth?!

I. Didn’t. Sleep. That. Night!  I mean, I’m only a girl, about 4’11”  100lbs about to meet a man about 6′ who is also close to 170lbs! I was scared!.  At the same time, I looked at his picture, and emails over, and over, and in my mind he couldn’t possibly be a bad man.  Could he?…

So Monday at 7 I was wearing a pink halter top, tight jeans, and pumps, calling him to let him know I was on my way…

About me

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Welcome to my blog,

The purpose of this blog is to serve me as a journal.  Detailing the story of how my perspective, life and feelings have and will continue to change since meeting the other character in this chapter of my life,and through my day to day interactions with him.

How? I don’t know; but the point is I’m here. and so is he. We will call him Brian.

Why? I couldn’t say. I’m an incredibly selfish person I guess. My husband is a very loving man.

About Me.  I’m just a girl who fell (more like dropped herself) into an extramarital affair. I have been “happily married” for 7 years and found Brian about 6 months ago.  I’ve always considered myself an unfaithful wife.I tried to be faithful. I actually rejected many offers, but the fact remains, I’m having an affair now, and I am enjoying every minute of it!… sue me!

About Him: He is exasperating!!! he is handsome(just ask him!), the same as every man; a philanderer, yet he is the most unique. caring, loving, compassionate, fun, interesting, and delicious man I ever met.