Thursday, December 30, 2010

Naked

A very dear playmate has given me an electric blanket for christmas. So thoughtful!

I have taken to curling up under it naked in the morning while I wake up. It is so cozy and warm.

I gave this playmate the gift of warmth too, in the form of little gel filled heat packs that are reusable. He liked them a lot.

I also gave him toys for his toybag. He received two packages of memo clips, they look like little colourful clothespins and are meant to hold paper together. He also received a package of bamboo skewers and a bag of elastic bands. All common items and all items he loves to play with.

Of course what kind of friend would I be if I didn't ensure that they worked?

I had him strip naked and tied his wrists to the end of my bed so he was bent over it. I rubbed my hands slowly over his body and pinched his butt cheeks lightly. He has a limit of no butt sex so I like to poke at that limit every so often without actually breaking it.

My impact toys are laid out on the bed in front of him and he is getting an eye full of what is in store for him while I slowly begin spanking his ass. My hands are very stingy and I like to spank his bum very much. So spank, rub, spank, rub. My hand is getting a bit tired so I pick up a small paddle. This is one of his favorite toys as well and as I rub it over his skin he moans slightly. Soon I start striking, again the impact is made and then the paddle rubbed over it. I want to build up to be slow.

I am slapping both his bum and thighs with the paddle and he is squirming and exclaiming with each strike. I turn the paddle around in my hands and it goes from being a palm shaped implement to being about two inches wide. I strike him with the handle and tease him about how much it is evident that he is enjoying himself. I have him open his legs so I can beat his balls and his inner thighs.

I set the paddle aside and pick up the memo clips. I have him spread his legs further and go to town placing clips all over his balls, taint and in his butt crack. These little clips are perfect for tight places! They clamp the skin tightly too so they are a real bitch to pull off. After I have placed about 15 on him I stand up again and grab my cane.

I have a bit of a fetish for impact toys and these canes were made for me by a special friend, they are colour coded according to the intensity they strike at. This particular cane is right smack in the middle.

I run the cane over his bum and down his thighs. Then rub it over his back and shoulders. He is shaking, the combination of caress and clamps is having a nice conflicting effect. I tap the clips with the cane and he groans.

Laughing evilly I strike him with the cane across his bum and thighs. He is squirming and pulling at the ropes. His voice is getting rather loud. I tell him to ssshhh and he buries his face in the pillow I was considerate enough to supply.

I kneel down behind him and start tugging gently on some of the clips. They are very tight and I know I will have to tug hard to get them off. I also know they shouldn't stay on to long, they restrict the blood flow a bit to much and he is not used to them either. So I flick at them and twist them around a bit and then I start flicking the cane at his bottom while I kneel behind him.

He is squirming and he pulls his hand free of the rope says, "OOPS" and slides it back in. I laugh and tell him to just hold onto the bed frame. I never meant the rope to hold him tightly in place (and I suck at rope) He holds the bars of the bed and I proceed.

I pull the first clip that went on, off. It takes a fair bit of force to tug it off but I manage and laugh as I hear the funny pain sounds he makes. Mocking him by parroting them back at him. I pull more clips off, laughing at his antics and saving the one I expect will hurt the most for last.

The one on his taint right under his ball sack is on there really good and I pause to rub where all the other clips were before I pull this one off. He is groaning and squirming and I am glad to know I have given him such pleasure!

Now for the masterpiece! I grab the last clip and rip it off super fast.

He is immediately brought to his knees, curled up in the fetal position and almost in tears. I laugh and pull him into my lap. Poor boy.

I cuddle him for a minute and let him catch his breath and then have him sit on the floor facing me. I grab the pillow and place it behind his head so that he can lean comfortably against the bed. I would HATE to make him uncomfortable after all.

Can you see my wicked evil grin yet? Yes? Oh good!

He groans at the clip being pinched closed and I grab more and start making colourful artistic designs all over him with them. I take delight in pinching them even tighter between me fingers and in twisting them sometimes up to 360 degrees before yanking them off.

Like all good things, our play time came to an end. He agreed today to come back so I could take some pictures of the clips on him. So here they are!









The bruises are from our previous play session where I was growling and biting him. (Did I forget that in the above post?)

He has taken delight in being a porn star now. Bratty subs I tell ya! Now he has corrected me and said not just any porn star but a S&M porn star! (with his finger pointing into the air in a valiant gesture)

Men... sheesh.. gotta torture them as much as possible.

And that is the end of our lovely scene and the beginning of a day of playfulness and fun here in naughty land.

Catch ya later!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Connections

I am going to be blogging a lot about my primary partner just by virtue of the fact we are together more than anyone else I play with (hence the term primary). Recently we were able to reconnect over sushi and naked "Little Big Planet" here is the outcome.

I am sitting on the futon mattress that has been tossed on the floor in front of the tv. Naked and playing video games with the man I love. I set my remote down and nuzzle close.

Soon my head is in his lap and I am licking and sucking his cock. I slip off to my room for safer sex supplies and lube, returning to resume a comfortable position, my pussy is within easy reach of his probing fingers and he has a great view of the hot action as well.

Now just as point of reference we have been sexually active for a year and I have never succeeded in having him orgasm during a BJ. I like to consider myself more than skilled at this activity and the fact that it hadn't happened yet was mildly disconcerting.

My fingers slide down between his cheeks and stroke at his taint and balls. My mouth following as I suckle each ball in my mouth and then lick and suck at his sensitive taint. My hands are busy, one stroking and squeezing his cock just so, as the other tickles and strokes into his crack. Teasing his puckered anus, his moans fill my ears. I slip a finger inside and stroke, reaching for his prostrate and rubbing it.

He tells me how much he likes it when I squeeze a certain way while stroking, I make sure to take his direction as my lips rub and suck. Tongue darting out as I shift back up and lap at the tip of his dick. He is groaning and I express how much I want his cum.

He relaxes under my caresses and I continue lavishing attention on him. My fingertips circling his hole, thumb rubbing his taint, pressing into the sensitive nerves underneath and stroking. My other hand is stroking his shaft and up over the meatus, squeezing and stroking, over and over. He tells me he is going to cum as my mouth sucks at the head of his cock each time it pops out of my stroking hand.

I contain my personal excitement, and don't change a thing, steady speed and pressure.

Within three strokes his orgasm is bubbling out of him, spraying his cum as I continue sucking and stroking, riding him with my mouth right through to the very last spurt and beyond.

Afterward I lay with my head on his tummy looking up at him and smiling. He laughs at my 'lil gurl grins" and his smile tells me how happy he is that I never gave up on making this event happen for both of us.

I ask if that is my Christmas present and he laughs.. no, I am told, that is yet to come.

Soon he pulls me up to kiss him and our passion swells around me. I am squirming and I can feel my desire screaming just under the surface of my skin.

He pushes me down onto the mattress and all he says is "Stay" his hands untangle from my hair as he gets up and goes into our room.

He comes back, I can hear him swinging something through the air and I have no idea what he has in mind.

His hands are rubbing over my ass and thighs, the spanking begins. He spanks me hard! I am whimpering and squirming and he just keeps spanking me, hard and fast. I am gasping and unable to process the sting of his hands as the blows come to fast for my body to understand.

He picks up his flogger and brushes the tails over my ass. My hunger is rising and his strokes are hard against my ass. His flogger is made of rather rough leather and I delight in feeling the coarse hide chaff against my sensitive bum. I grab at the falls when he pauses and rub them against my bum and upper thighs. A low growl is ripping through me.

I turn over onto my back and he begins flogging my tits, tummy and mons. I am scared of the falls hitting my chest where my recent cutting is still healing but he is very careful to put the impact on the meat of my breasts and lower. He explains that he is bringing the flogger up so high to make his aim better and not to be afraid. I whimper as I watch him and the delightfully scratchy leather is once more slapped into my willing flesh.

My legs are spread wide and he is flogging my pussy. I can't help myself as I reach and grab the tails rubbing them over my cunt and nipples. He pulls the falls free again and his strikes become slow and languid. My orgasm is clamoring inside me, clawing like a ravenous beast awaiting the opportunity to burst free of my flesh.

He urges me on, coaxing me with strikes and leather rubbing. Madness seems to hover near, I am sobbing at the intensity of it all and tears are dripping from the corners of my eyes. He notices and stops coming up to cuddle me and stroke me. I beg him to continue, he thinks I am laughing but I reassure him I am crying. His beating of my pussy continues, my clit is swollen and tender, it feels like it will explode every time he strikes it. My sobs grow broken and tears flow as I finally succumb and allow the orgasm to bust free of my restraints.

His flogger is cast aside and he has me on my knees and bent over, his cock is probing my depths and I am squirting in the reckless abandon of multiple orgasms.

Our sex and play continues for some time before I start begging him to put clips on my clit and pussy.

 He tells me to go get the toys I want used on me and I rush off to our toy closet. I stand in the open doorway looking at the shelves and wondering how greedy I should be?

Grabbing the clips and clothespins, and my vampire gloves, a longing look is cast at the shelves filled with sex toys but I leave them behind. My instincts telling me if I am to greedy that I will be punished, and not in a good way!

I return to him, and set the items on the couch. He pulls me into his lap so my back is leaning against his naked chest. I nuzzle into him and kiss him hungrily.

He reaches up and grabs a handful of clips. I really want them on my pussy but he is putting them on my tits and nipples. I HATE clamps on my nipples, they are so sensitive it is just annoying to me. He knows this and does it anyway. I am whimpering and whining and he is laughing at me. I start taking clips off almost as fast as he is putting them on!

He calls me a bad girl and grabs the really nasty ones, I start hiding under the blanket and crying out "NO DADDY NO NO NO I"M A GOOD GIRL!"

He is laughing and pinching the clips on. I am unclipping them and throwing them across the room. "NO NO EEE" He is calling me a bad girl and I don't care!

He grabs the vampire gloves next as he lays me on the floor face up. He has never used these before and I give him instructions on them.

It is not long before the sharp points are pricking my skin and I am nearly cumming again. I climb back up off the floor and straddle him as his sharp clad fingers grip my ass and rub down my back and over my hip. I am struggling to hold in my screams as I feel him enter me and pump deep inside to where my orgasm has gathered. It rushes out of me, soaking us both and leaving me whimpering and without the ability to think.

He pulls the gloves off and I climb off him, curling up beside him as he feeds me bits of fruit and chocolate. I am blissing out completely and tell him no one has made me cry like that before.

He is wearing a very contented look and I sigh happily.

In my minds eye I imagine there is a sea of faces watching us, and they now applaud our evening of re-establishing and deepening our connection to each other.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Spoiled Rotten

I have an amazing lover.

I mean it!

Last night we wrestled around on the floor with each other, cuddling and nuzzling. Biting, tickling, wiggling and squirming.

At one point I was face down on the floor, he was squeezing my bum in his hands and spanking me with these big whumping soft spanks.

I was whimpering and pushing up into his hands, telling him how much I loved it when he played with my ass. I have a growly low voice telling me he has plans for it later!

I squirm in excitement. I love butt play and as it is not his kink at all this is a purely for me play activity.

We go to bed and he tells me to get my butt toy. I grab a towel, toy, gloves, and lube. He slips a condom over the toy and starts slicking my crack and into my tight ass with well lubed fingers. I am whimpering and laying still as I relax into the play.

It has been so long!

I squirm and start humping back into his hand. I feel him pressing the tip of the toy into my stretched butt-hole. I gasp as it slides in to the first ridge. He turns on the vibrations and I am a whimpering mess begging him to fuck my ass. He pushes it deeper inside me and I gasp as the next ridge up enters my sensitive hole. I am nearly ready to cum and I feel like I could just die. The toy is pressing through the layers and vibrating against my gspot.

Stretched wide open this toy is the largest I have ever had inside me and it has been a very long time since I have had anything inside me. He pushed harder and the toy invades me. I am cumming and moaning, fucking back into the toy. His voice is encouraging me and his hands are gripping handfuls of my ass and squeezing it as I orgasm. I cum several times and feel my body growing languid as my pleasure envelopes me.

Shuddering, my hips moving of their own volition, I start begging, pleading for him to fuck my pussy. He responds with a no which I instinctively obey, holding back my orgasms and biting the pillow as I struggle not the cry out. His fingertips is gently teasing my clit and the vibrations in my ass are so intense I want to scream with the release he is denying me.

He removes the toy, denying me the last orgasm. He turns me over and my hands are pulling eagerly at him. Guiding him inside my pussy, I am unable to hold back and my orgasm rages out of me. Soaking him in my hot juices he growls in my ear again and calls me his greedy little bitch. I cling to my Wulfie as orgasm after orgasm rips through me. He is pumping hard inside me and I am moaning and telling him I am his greedy slutty bitch whore. He is groaning with me now and as he cums he states simply.. "Mine"

We are bound in our passion and my teeth graze his shoulder as my last orgasm escapes to mingle with his.

Gasping in our combined pleasure we hold each other tight and feel the energy flowing between us.

Thank you Wulfie for spoiling me rotten!

News

Ok my blog has slowed down considerably and it isn't from a lack of playing. There are several factors that have affected my ability to share the events of my life lately. After much internal debate with myself on how to proceed I have decided to share some of what is going on here.

I have had an extremely difficult two years. My father died, leaving me with half an estate I never wanted and so many unresolved issues that I have been overwhelmed. He was very young (only 58) and he basically drank himself to death. Sad man, he died alone in a puddle of his own vomit and excrement. I am sorry that his ending was so pathetic and that there was absolutely nothing I could have done to help him. I had already done enough.

I am incest survivor and this man had not been part of my life for a decade. I find myself suddenly not having to protect myself all the time. Suddenly I don't have to hide, I don't have to fight everyday to keep myself and my children safe. This has had a huge impact and it seems almost that my driving force has been taken away from me.

I have also been suffering from depression and anxiety that is so severe that I have been heavily medicated for much of the last 6 months. I have been on leave from work since August. I have seen various counsellors and doctors trying to get my head sorted out.

I have determined that these drugs sap my creativity and that is something I simply can not allow any longer. Who am I if I have no art to surround me? I stopped taking all medication 3 weeks ago. I am back to being and insomniac and having wild mood swings, the pain, internal and external has returned.

During this quest to redefine my life and find a new direction I have discovered that it is extremely likely that I have fibromyalgia. I have finally admitted to myself and my doctor that the pain I experience on a daily basis is not caused by any sort of mental defect and it is indeed my body telling me that something is actually wrong. There is no definitive test for fibromyalgia, so I will likely never have a fully confirmed case, but at least they can stop freaking me out with lupus tests every 6 months.

I start a new medication tonight that is supposed to be effective in treating fibromyalgia, if it steals away my creative voice again then I will stop taking it. My purest pleasure is creating, I refuse to loose it.

It seems when I read this that I am simply providing more excuses as to why I don't blog. It is possible that as I sit here, typing with my aching hands, that I am simply a hypochondriac and that this is all in my head.

I don't think so.

I refuse to let this get me down. I refuse to allow it to control me. I adamantly refuse to give up my quality of life.

This too shall pass.