Feb 282014

Interesting reads for the month of February.

This post made me add a new blog to my reading list. Why we should accept “those kinks”. 

US Court of Appeals ruled on net neutrality recently, and MySexProfessor worries what this may mean for sex education.

As a female, I’ve always been so curious what a man feels like at initial penetration. InnocentLoverBoy describes it.

I certainly like what LoveSexMarriage likes.

The Dirty Romantic wrote something for Wicked Wednesday that had me so going I attacked my husband. Mmm

I’m always making decisions, it’s maddening. I specifically sent this post, from Married Man Sex Life, to my husband so he has some ideas.

Dark, erotic, powerful, the Flash Fiction Friday from WordWytch tugged at me.

Okay, I normally don’t have reflect on photos, but this one is ridiculously amazing! Penny has the best sense of humor, and they both are ridiculously hot, but the third party they invited for the photo and festivities has to be epic!

 Posted by at 3:21 pm
Feb 272014

FFF Prompt – Yay!

Word Limit: 250
Bonus Words: +50 if there’s a happy ending.
Required Word: Voilà
Forbidden Word: Viagra
Extra Credit: If you’re a man, write it from her point of view; if you’re a woman, write it from his.

He was in the bathroom for forever. She was growing impatient.

Finally, she heard the door open and saw his arm snake out through the small opening, hitting the lights off. The room instantly went pitch black and she called out his name questioningly. She heard the door creak open more and couldn’t see anything, when suddenly it appeared. She sat up quickly.

A neon yellow color glowed suddenly in the room, it looked a imperfect circle, no…like an eggplant, no…wait, it couldn’t be…was it a penis?

Oh my god, there was a glow-in-the-dark penis and it was slowly coming towards her. She wondered as it bobbed up and down if he bought her a new dildo, and then realized that it was him. It was his penis that was glowing.

Right when his magnificent, glowing penis approached the end of the bed, it disappeared. “Oh,” she pouted, and leaned over to switch on the nightstand. She turned on the light and saw his teasing smile looking at her, a towel covering his lower half. “Oh,” she pouted again, curious about his penis.

He winked at her before whipping off the towel. “Viola!” he declared with a smile, and there was his penis, standing at attention, covered in a glow-in-the-dark condom.

“Yay!” she cheered, throwing her arms up excitedly. She had shared how she was curious about the condoms, wanting to watch them have sex in the dark, his shaft disappearing and reappearing between her thighs, glowing in the dark room.


**My husband asked me what I was typing, and I showed him the picture. He laughed and said that the woman was so me (yep, I’ve even cheered when he revealed himself and thrown my arms up in excitement).  And this was an easy one in that seeing him in and out of me glowing is something that I am curious about. 

 Posted by at 6:09 pm
Feb 262014



20140226-164015.jpg“Onomatopoeia is a word as hard to spell as it is to decipher your sounds. A quick “ha” of indrawn breath, a murmur or mutter. I know the purr means right there. But the whimper could mean more than one. I love your groan as I flick your clit, and howl when you slap – I prefer your moan. Let me lap at your cream to get that noise.”

***Blacksilk began this short story scheme on a sticky  note. Taking a cue from her, I asked one of my friends to give me a word. Onomatopoeia he replied. I pretty sure I did an eye roll before I began writing. I typed simply because my writing is horrific and may need a translation. I haven’t edited.

 Posted by at 5:41 pm
Feb 252014

Today’s TMI Tuesday I’m Just Askin’ …

just askin tmi feb 25

1. We are just a few months into 2014 but I want to know what have you done this year that you have never done before?

I’ve worn stockings for the first time. It may seem odd, but I haven’t done that before.

2. You are going to a deserted island, your only entertainment will be to read. What five (5) books will you take with you?

Clan of the Cave Bear, any Julie Garwood book, Ender’s Game, American Gods, and A Handmaid’s Tale. (this was tough, I love so many books)

3. We all change and grow over time (at least you should). What two (2) things do you miss about the old you? Why?

Sometimes I miss the vividness from my teen years. Everything was so bright and exciting and I was so passionate about everything; unfortunately everything was so dramatic and I was so emotional about it all too.

I also miss the more violent me. Not for the violence, but for the faster responses and reflexes. And for the fun.

4. How would you define and calculate ‘sexual satisfaction’?

I know I’m not supposed to use this-I’m supposed to enjoy the act for the act itself with my partner, but orgasms. And not just one or two, that’s not good sexual satisfaction for me, but multiple. 

5. Porn–Has it ever been good for your relationship? Has it ever been bad for your relationship?

Porn has never been bad for my relationship. Sometimes he’ll put porn on and tell me to watch it as he mirrors what is being done to the female. It’s strange to see people doing things that I am feeling, but I’m not there with them. It’s also a nice change-up as we rarely do this. 

Tumblr is also good as it lets my lover know what I’m in the mood for depending on what I am liking that day. And yes that counts as porn, I really only see porn on my tumblr.

Bonus: Is there a secret you’d like to share? What is it?

Then it wouldn’t be a secret, would it? In actuality, I have very little secrets: I’m a terrible liar, and people who know me can read me very well.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblogfrom your website!

 Posted by at 6:00 pm
Feb 242014

M is a Gemini, but believes that most people have at least two different sides to them, and find a balance somewhere. So here’s mine:

The Good and the Bad

Amorphous                                                   Amatory

Beguile                                                         Bittersweet

Caprice                                                         Cataclysm

Dulcet                                                           Disgruntled

Evanescent                                                  Egocentric
Felicity                                                          Fanciful
Gaiety                                                           Gall
Halcyon                                                        Halting
Incandescent                                                Infamous
Jaunty                                                           Judge
Knowledgeable                                             Kook
Lithe                                                              Lechery
Mellifluous                                                     Malcontent        
Nebulous                                                       Neglectful
Open minded                                                 Obstreperous

Plethora                                                         Patronizing

Quick                                                             Quaint
Radiant                                                          Remonstrate
Serendipitous                                                Shun

Talkative                                                        Talkative

Unbroken                                                       Unctuous

Variable                                                          Visceral

Warm                                                             Wanderlust

Xerophytic                                                      XXXIV
Yielding                                                          Yearning 
Zeal                                                                Zany
I once asked my husband if he would ever grow bored with me, and he replied: “How can I? You’re a different person every time I see you.”

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 Posted by at 10:35 am
Feb 202014

He rode me like a horse. At first I wasn’t sure how keen I’d be on this idea, but like many others of his, it soon had me wet and begging for more.

I am into impact play. I love having a cherry red bottom by the time he drives into me. I’d played with paddles and slappers, textured gloves and canes. Then one day while a out I saw the crop and just had to buy it.

The moment I got it into my hands I giggled. The first image that springs to mind is always the Dominatrix and catsuits. I’m a submissive and into being bossed around, but I am not as into degradation play. I have a hard enough time loving myself sometimes, I don’t need to add fuel to that fire. With that in mind it’s probably not that surprising that I hadn’t added riding crops into my bag of tricks for impact play. It was, in my mind, a very short leap to degradation and a great temptation to anyone who got a crop in hand.

The night my lover and I brought the crop into play I was excited. All thoughts of what if long gone as my body tingled in impatience. We hadn’t seen each other in quite some time so our clothing slid to the floor in haste as we tried to devour each other. His fingers were cold as they slid across the soft skin of my hips and grazed their way to my neck.

He breathed his excitement in my ear. His fingers suddenly tightened around my throat and he spun me around, bending me over as the deft fingers of his other hand slid inside of me. The hand at my throat slid into my hair, insistently tugging my head back to receive his kiss. His fingers left me trembling and wet with want as he left me to grab something from the bed. I was so caught up in the feelings I had been longing for, that I couldn’t think why he would leave my body in such a state of bereavement; the crop. I had completely forgotten about this new treasure until suddenly I felt the supple leather of it gently caressing the length of me.

He brought the crop up between my parted thighs to tease my slick skin and I moaned. A quick flick and I felt a light sting on my waiting ass. His hand still held my head taunt on my neck as his other continued to flick and sting and tease with the crop. A particularly luck strike on the inside of my thigh had my nerves jumping to quick attention.

My impatience ran out quickly and I was begging in short order. He moved me onto the bed on all fours as he positioned himself behind me. He rubbed the crop down my body and told me I was a good girl. My moans became deeper as, after a sharp slap of the crop, he slid inside my waiting body.

He wrapped my hair in his fist as he rode me with increasing tempo, always delivering strikes with the crop at unexpected times. My body bucked, craving him deeper, harder, until there was nothing more than mindless release. My body soon tightened around his hardened length and my arms shook as I found my release. My lover was not proof against my body’s tightening and came soon after.

All doubts I had about the crop quickly dissipated after that first use and I couldn’t wait to continue using it with all of my other impact toys. Neither they crop, or my lover, failed to deliver on that steamy night.

Kink of the Week

Feb 192014

For those that don’t know: milso is short for military spouse or significant other. It is not always a great role. I am speaking as wife towards a military husband, but I recognize that some spouses are men.

I have suffered panic, a feeling of crisis, just being a spouse. I don’t like to cook, make the same meals, which are passable. Cleaning; again passable, and when I become sad, not even then. I manage laundry, that doesn’t change, thank goodness.

I never do my hair and makeup. Greet him with ugly hair, bland face, baggy pajamas. And rarely with a smile, he comes home to a wife asleep. I have a career; it starts early when the moon is still out. Leaves me drained, I don’t want to do anything after. But because the military doesn’t share him, I’ve got to be both parents, cook, cleaner, organizer, mover.

What then makes a good wife? 1950s standard still applies to so many people’s expectations. Don’t hear a husband concerned with juggling career, family and domestic issues, especially military where career is mandatory first.

He doesn’t even have the option of worrying about any of those things. He can’t. So it’s left to me to be concerned about children’s emotional and health well being, their academic progress. The house is one hundred percent my domain.

When he became interested in a woman who is the definition of a perfect domestic goddess from 1950’s, I felt threatened. Not in my role as lover, but in role as wife. So I needed to re-evaluate what to me, and not anyone’s else, definition of a good wife was. And then of course, I couldn’t help but look for more guidance.

A good wife, to me, will communicate constantly with her spouse and listen respectfully. She will support the good ideas and offer her opinions at others. She will compromise except the to the hard limit of herself. She will encourage intimacy. She will push to do her best and push her spouse to do the same. She makes a house feel like home – equally reflecting them, their memories, and filling it with love. She will love her spouse. She will trust and will likewise be honest. She will accept who he is. She will work towards a shared dream. She will encourage and respect her partner. She will put her spouse second only to herself.

So to the web to continue:

How to Be a Good Wife (I liked this one)

v  Communicate Effectively

  • Express your Feeling and Needs
  • Pick your battles
  • Be understanding – don’t fight angry
  • Talk to him, not about him

v  Be Accepting

  • Set Realistic Expectations
  • Don’t try to change him
  • Roll with the changes
  • Accept kids change relationships
  • Accept mutual mistakes

v  Be a Good Companion

  • meet his needs without compromising your own
  • Be his best friend
  • Create shared dreams
  • Maintain  your own identity
  • Work Together to Manage Stress

v  Make Time for Romance

  • Make time for date night
  • Schedule sex
  • Kiss passionately
  • Make bedroom a sanctuary for sex

Time for religious studies:

Proverbs: The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life. She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands. She is like the ships of the merchant; she brings her food from afar.

Corinthians: Do not deprive one another (of conjugal rights), except perhaps by agreement for a limited time

Ephesians: let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband

Titus: women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands (ugh, this one grates on my nerves for some reason)

CafeMom: A good wife is a wife of “noble character”. Her husband has full confidence in her, and lacks nothing. She is her husband’s good fortune, and because of that she brings him good and no harm all the days of her life. She can make sound investments and makes sure her whole house is fed and clothed. She is not an idle person, but she diligently keeps herself busy about her own home and her own affairs. She knows how to manage her time and make the most of each day, she’s not lazy. She is always available to those in need and to her family, therefore, her night light stays on. She is a woman that dresses her heart with prayer for others and for herself, she understands that God is the one who keeps her and her household. She is strong and wise, and faithfully instructs her children. Her children and her husband praise her and thank God for her. Her works bring her praise. (nope, this isn’t me)

And Military Studies:

The Definition of a “Good” Military Wife

Disclaimer: I thought it was obvious, but I’ll explain. This is not what I think is a good military wife. It was the ideal I was told to strive for, and I wholeheartedly disagree.

Warning: Harsh Language

The definition of a “good” military wife is pretty much the same as the definition of a “good” wife. Someone who does whatever her husband says. She is someone who is quite and does not bother her husband. She is someone who is pretty, graceful, skinny, and doesn’t speak her mind so her husband can take her to parties without being afraid of repercussion. She is sexy, but not sexual.

She is agreeable, doesn’t complain no matter what happens to her, and is all about her husband’s career. She always puts aside her wants and needs for her husbands career. If something bad happens to her she always thinks of her husband’s career first, and doesn’t do anything about it if it could in anyway make the military or her husband look bad.

If her husband hits her she is quiet because she wouldn’t want anything to happen to her husbands rank or what his superiors think of him. If her husband starts abusing drugs and/or alcohol she will say nothing, because his career comes before her and everyone’s safety.

If the military does something wrong to her and her husband she mustn’t say a word. She must bend over and let the big fat cock of the military fuck her in the ass in a last futile act to save her husbands career. And when that’s over she must remain quiet because it’s not like anyone would believe what the military did to her and her husband anyway. (gosh I agree with so much of this the majority of the time, this does seem to be the expectation)

Huffington Post:

Military couples put duty first — not their marriages.

Military spouses can lose their sense of self, since their partners’ career of service often takes precedence over theirs.

Military spouses can have a harder time finding work than their partners who served.

Military couples can’t plan anything in advance — not even their kids’ birthday parties — which can continually test their marriages.

The logistical aspects of being a military spouse can be a welcome distraction from the fact that your spouse could die at any moment.

Homecomings might be happy, but they aren’t easy on either spouse.

Married service members can’t share details of their work with their spouses, which can be frustrating to both partners. (yep to all the above)

So there we go, such a broad reflection of what it means to be a good wife, some of which I agree, and others I do not. I do feel, however, much better in deciding on my own what it means to be a good wife. 

 Posted by at 10:32 am
Feb 172014

I remember hearing that two virgins should never have sex with each other for the first time. Something about inexperience wouldn’t make it pleasurable, and they wouldn’t know what they were doing – increasing the potential for mistakes. I don’t know how true this would be – I certainly haven’t experienced it, but surely it works for some people.

Why then did I think that I needed a dominant man for my first explorations into submission? Reading was my only experience; I had fantasies that I didn’t even know how to verbalize, that were fuzzy and unclear even to me.

And yet still I fumbled through an explanation, and pointed my lover in the direction of my deepest desires through others’ writings.

I thought physical aspect would be a good start. Our first experience was with spanking was terrifying. I am not a masochist, yet I was curious. He didn’t establish a rhythm, it hurt, we had no idea what we were doing. So I asked for more, more consistent, to try it again.

When it was time to be on the receiving end of my curious request – a long held fantasy – it was petrifying. I was attempting to control my nervousness at trying it again, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt – at least not until my body adjusted to it like I’d read. It was scary to think that that this thing I requested and got wet at the thought of might not be for me – a disappointment and defeat.

It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but we still haven’t quite found our niche in this. I dislike pain, he hasn’t found the right balance, but I believe we can get there. Communication is going to be our strongest foundation.

And then asking him to take charge was an adjustment. I am in charge – not stated in a bragging sort of way, it’s just our personalities and how it has to be with him being the military. And to relinquish that position is challenging to me – even though it’s something I crave. Perhaps I top from the bottom, but that’s becoming less so.

When first he began, mostly with grabbing my hair and directing me or stopping me, I found myself stroking him, kissing him, giving him fellatio – not because that was what he wanted, but because subconsciously it gave me some power: the power to please and for him to fight control over his pleasure.

Subtly, we shifted. He isn’t as easy to distract or manipulate as he once was, and he is taking advantage of the base lust to orgasm that is so prevalent in me. He threatens to deny me with an orgasm, and I am soft, begging flows freely from my lips like the juices down my thighs. He threatens to tie me or punish me, and my words and actions freeze instantly. I am being denied control, and it is hard to admit that I need it, crave it, still at times.

But my goodness, how my body responds more strongly. How my mind quiets its chaos. I want to relinquish my control, despite how difficult and stubbornly I hang onto the remnants of it when I enter the bedroom. I want him to direct me to stimulating and hot experiences.  I want boundaries to be pushed. I want to say no, I fight the urge to say no, and instead led to where I want secretly to say yes, where I later beg to say yes.

I want him to command, his voice getting deeper, darker. I want a bit of pain to sharpen the pleasure.

And then when it’s all said and done, and I am still drifting on the silent currents of pleasure, I want him to gently stroke my reddened skin, to gently kiss the tears or quivering lips, to reassure me that I am beautiful, that I am loved, that the experience was magnificent. I need to  come down to the sensitive man that soothes the silence that he created as much as I need the forceful, dominating man to block out everything but him and my body.

I know we blunder, I am sure that someone could quiet my mind faster, or more efficiently, with more experience; perhaps I would love something that I haven’t with someone more practiced; but I need the caring, loving, supportive, trust that I have with my partner for when I come down.

I am lucky, and so fortunate, that I have a mate who will fulfill my fantasies, who will read and research and try, even stumble a bit on the journey, to be my perfect lover. I suppose two inexperienced people can make it work with patience and communication and will.

And reading bloggers, that really helps!

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 Posted by at 10:59 am