Cammies

Jan 152018
 

On Twitter, someone suggested looking at comments as a Found Poem. While I certainly didn’t use it the same context, I decided to take tidbits of phrases out of my comments and turn them into Haikus. Here you go, the most recent 21 comments (and because I didn’t write them, who gets the credit):

Aftercare – Cousin Pons

I think I need to

Towel off after intense

And full encounter.

 

Anal – May Moore and Marie Rebelle

Think anal can be

He tucked you in at the end,

All complicated!

 

Heads – Marie Rebelle, Elliott Henry, and Cara Thereon

Heads are not needed:

Fair to be ambivalent,

Be a fantasy!

 

Conceptualized – Mrs. Fever and Accidental Masturbator

Awesome disturbing

And simultaneously

Conceptualized.

 

Art – May Moore and Aurora Glory

I feel a little

Exhausted, I’m terrible

At art, so to speak.

 

Lingerie – Mixxxer, Tits and Test Tubes, and Aurora Glory

Lingerie is fine,

Different and thus intriguing,

Has me interested.

 

Photo – Cara Thereon and May Moore

Fuck that was hooot, Photo,

Inspired in my humble

Opinion, intense.

 

Slow Trust – Sweeten Dirty

I’m slowly working

Up to it with a partner

I trust, my first.

 

Creepy Rope – Jo, Little Switch Bitch, Elliott Henry

It is creepy rope,

More vulnerability,

Did not work for me.

 

New Something – Tits and Test Tubes, Indigo Bird, and Elliott Henry

Bound woman trying

faceless men, something to do,

Your new creation.

 

Don’t Know – Aurora Glory

You really don’t know

a thing, I’m so pleased, at the

idea behind it.

 

I Adore – Aurora Glory and Marie Rebelle

I can see why I

Adore the addition of

bondage fantasy.

 

Other Things – Bee and Cara Thereon

Other things are far

More pleasurable, surreal;

Creepy: a good thing?

Wicked Wednesday

Jan 132018
 


512px-Edouard_Manet_-_Luncheon_on_the_Grass_-_Google_Art_ProjectMidnight at the Oasis has a new meme called “Art Twist” Here is the original image of Luncheon on the Grass. The point of the prompt is to take a new twist on this. So, not knowing anything about art, nor am I even close to being creatively artistic, I read

The presence of a nude woman among clothed men is justified neither by mythological nor allegorical precedents. This, and the contemporary dress, rendered the strange and almost unreal scene obscene in the eyes of the public of the day…He made no transition between the light and dark elements of the picture, abandoning the usual subtle gradations in favour of brutal contrasts, thereby drawing reproaches for his “mania for seeing in blocks”. And the characters seem to fit uncomfortably in the sketchy background of woods from which Manet has deliberately excluded both depth and perspective. – Google Arts and Culture

Here is my take: I went with the naked woman, clothed males. I made them all headless (and some of their bodies are only half duplicated), well, because I am headless. What you are seeing are several military men dressed up for a special event and awaiting orders. I am in rope, because frankly naked women aren’t shocking, but tied up still has a shock value to it. The background I softened to make it more contrasting, and is from one of my many hikes along the Blue Ridge Mountains. I liked this, despite not knowing how to do editing nor photoshop. It’s creepy to me, and possibly the stuff of fantasies.

 

Sinful Sunday
Jan 122018
 

It began with laying in the middle of the bed, putting on a blindfold. The vast majority of our scenes begin with such a start.

I was caned on the thighs and butt for much longer than normal, rhythmic to the songs to help  lull a quiet mind as it is hypnotic. His fists were next; there is something about knuckles sinking deep into muscles that feels amazing even as it hurts. Punched primarily on thighs, my body jerked with the impact, pressed more fully into the bed. Next, he instructed me to roll over so he could cane nipples – not something that we’ve done much of. The front side of my body was warm from being against the mattress, my backside heated from sting and impact; perhaps it was the warmth that allowed my nipples to handle it much better than I would have imagined. The stinging rod came down and set the already sensitive nubs further alive, more responsive, created a triangle of sensation from nipple to tense low and make me wet.

Rope was sensually strung and rubbed over skin: the inside of my wrists, thighs parted to welcome the twisted fibers, between lips where those same fibers felt rougher amid such sensitivity, breasts and of course the overly receptive nipples. He was unhurried, deliberate in the trail that the rope would follow, created paths that awakened my entire body to touch – not just the more focused upon areas. As wrists were tied, he directed whichever attached hand to grip his cock, and wrapped the rope while receiving treatment from my palm and fingers. I felt his desire growing, a brief interruption as one hand was tied up before the other hand was guided to continue such explorations.

Legs were folded ankle to back of thigh, pressed painfully together tightly in rope, before pulled wide apart at the knees and tied where I felt exposed. The room fan more fully showcased how parted my lips were as the breeze in the room touched wet pink places. A Doxy wand was tied in and barred the breeze’s access between my thighs, pressed at my entrance, began on a low rumble. Eventually, he slowly increased speed as he played with my body with caressing fingertips and his gifted mouth.

“How many orgasms?”

I was unsure, took a guess of three.

“Not enough.” He pressed the wand even harder against my wetness, increased the vibrations until I felt far too overstimulated, thighs tensed and made the rope more painful around. He replaced the scream in my mouth with his cock, sound vibrations reverberated along his shaft through another orgasm before allowing me to breathe.

His mouth was attentive to my nipples, those torturous pinpoints of pleasure throughout my orgasmic torment of the wand.

I begged him to fuck me; he teased me that something else would be inside of me; used my mouth instead, again through another orgasm.

Mercilessly, the wand throbbed between my legs. I begged for it to stop, for him to be inside of me. Again, I received a substitute as he inserted an anal plug – the edge touching the wand and reverberating the vibrations throughout the plug.

Begged again. This time the wand was stopped and rope was casually removed between my thighs holding the toy as his hot mouth slanted down and tongue tasted my orgasms, his fingers occasionally joining in to brush against the sides of my wet lips or delving into my depths.

Already overworked with sensations, his mouth was divine torture. I tensed against his lips, would have grinded myself more fully into his face except he was still unhurriedly untying my thighs. A brief respite as the rope was removed far too quickly to give a true break in passion.

Still, I begged him to fuck me.  He denied me yet again, this time a vibrator was inserted deeply into my drenched depths, slammed in and out. I arched, having full access to my body again, almost came off the bed as I came in sharp waves of pleasure.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, begged he take me instead. He commented on all my begging, encouraged me to let him know how badly I wanted him. When he heard enough, my hands finally felt the purchase of his shoulders, his hips cushioned between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed through the initial resistance of my entrance before pushing down into my body.

Unlike his more slow teasing and taunting up to this point, he kept up a maddening quick pace with sex, rammed almost painfully against my walls, made me come all the more harder from the impact, changed the positions after every couple of orgasms he took from me. Once, when I was rolled over on all fours with knees on the edge of the bed, he grabbed the Doxy wand as he was thrusting in and out and pressed it against the anal plug; my body tensed with the additional sensation and pushed against him and the wand. As he rocked in and out, I felt the plug moving with his hips and cock. I clenched around him in my own orgasms, felt him finally find his own release.

Sweaty, panting, exhausted, I crumpled onto the mattress and he chuckled as he snuggled around my prone form.

Though that led to more caressing, more playing, as my responsiveness tempted him to continue. I asked for his fingers to be shoved in and stretch, wanted to feel more sore in my cunt, screamed through an orgasm that he granted. He lifted my legs, curled them up to gain access to the back of my thighs and bottom to punch, eventually getting tired and moved to his forearms making contact instead of fists, occasionally the impact touched my soaked lips and the plug, created further tension that eventually led to another orgasm.

Tempted by my reactions, again we had so much sex that this time I begged in and out of pleasurable waves of consciousness. Begged to stop, begged not to stop, screamed yes, screamed no. He pounded in and out of my confused pleas until he found his own orgasm.

Snuggled for the second time, his fingers lazily grazed against my skin, made their way between my legs. “You’re so swollen,” he murmured against my ear, which apparently meant I needed to be treated to my vibrator. An orgasm tore through my body and I was unaware of my reaction as I launched away from him, grabbed the vibrator out and threw it on the floor far away from me. He laughed at my unexpected defense instinct against overwhelming pleasure and called a truce.

Exhausted, prompted to clean myself up, he then tucked me in between the sheets and left me alone to pass out into a deep and well deserved sleep the rest of the night.

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Jan 062018
 

The Zen Nudist writes about Anal Sex in a way that I can really get behind (pun intended) – one of patience, ladies choice, and consent.

Molly’s Daily Kiss writes about her experiences with anal – which are so nice on their own, but the fantasy towards the end, oh my!

Both sides of anal sex discussed in such riveting detail, by Pain As Pleasure.

I love the questions and the contemplation on babies by The Other Livvy.

This! All the this from Fire and Honey! This is me right now, especially torn down for how I looked right before my ex husband left.

 

Jan 052018
 
Sinful Sunday

I have had three flannels from an ex boyfriend since I was 15. They are cozy, amazing, comforting, large, warm. They are aging and frail by this point, with truly only one fully intact without holes. Still, when I wake up and roll out of bed, I slip into one. Anyone that has seen me in my home has seen me in a flannel (though I’ll also wear them out). I wear flannels so much, they’ve even been seen when I was told to wear my best outfit for a strip dance.  

Jan 042018
 

Anal sex is something that just recently occured in my life, and to date I’ve probably engaged in it about five times, including the first time when I was forced. Because of the rocky start that first time, it was something that I felt I needed to do again, and do it correctly with someone I trusted and shortly after that experience so that I didn’t turn it into something far more dramatic (like getting back on a bike after falling off?). The second time was complicated, especially with moving on from the previous experience, but I’m grateful I tried anal again. The third time was because I believe I should try something at least twice before passing judgment and the first time didn’t count.

Now? It’s meh. Mr. Texas has been the depth of my experience in this and he realized it was a go-to when he felt frustrated with me (something he had every right to feel in between all the reconciliation attempts with my ex-husband). Since he discovered that motivating factor for him, and because I am so neutral on the whole experience, we haven’t had anal sex in quite some time. Mr. Texas also isn’t the biggest fan, though I believe this to be because it was a turn off for him until we decided to give it a go and he’s slow to change his opinion on things.

So no, I don’t have a thing for anal sex, though at times I quite like anal stimulation.

I’ve also been the giver with pegging my ex-husband and my take away was it was hot to watch him be pleased but didn’t do much for myself, though I did learn that the thrusting motions are far easier from that side than to bounce up and down or even grind as the person being penetrated on top – no wonder men in my life can go forever if they want to.

I’ve also learned that having anal sex makes me feel more submissive somehow, less likely to make decisions or give a call to action – I want him to be pleased first and foremost. Anal sex isn’t unpleasant, I’ve even orgasmed from it, but it’s certainly not my kink and nor something I believe I’ll actively pursue (at least, not yet; my kinks have certainly expanded over time).

Jan 022018
 

1. Did you make any resolutions at the start of 2017? If yes, how did you do at keeping them? What one thing are you still doing?

No I did not other than have a plan (not a resolution) to buy a house, which I did. I’m not personally (because I’m not handy) but Mr. Texas is working on making some spectacular changes like tearing down a building in the back and build a rope room that will look like a Japanese Tea House on the outside. He’s also built an amazing fence and gate that can suspend a person. I’m pretty lucky to be settling down with him.

2. Pick three words to describe your year 2017.

Numb, busy, surviving.

3. What was your biggest personal change in 2017?

Committing to Mr Texas and getting us a house. It was a good change but not without some challenges.

Figuring out how to cope with wanting to reach out and call my sister (and even my ex-husband) and not being able to anymore. That was rough so many times over.

4. What was totally unexpected in your 2017?

Almost never seeing The Wanderer, and finding peace with my job.

5. What was the best thing that happened to you in 2017?

My children (the best thing that happens to me every year), and making a house a home. Oh and my puppies (gosh I love my puppies). 

Mr Texas’ golden retriever boy teaching my brat girls to climb the stairs

Bonus: Did you make new year resolutions for 2018? Share a few with us? Any of them repeats from 2017?

Nope not a one. I used to make lists of things to accomplish (not necessarily for the new year) but I don’t even do that anymore.

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Dec 312017
 

I haven’t done much this year, especially since April when depression finally crippled my creativity (and it did before then, I just limped along on drafts until April). Still, here’s my top 5 with stats from this year.

Search Terms of the Year and where I think it takes people:

Cammies on the Floor 

Make Her Famous

My Best Orgasm

Sybian

Trying Anal

 

Top Posts:

Home Page – does this count?

Feeling Forced

Cut and Ripped

Sybian

Sex Show

 

Top Categories of what I’ve used: 

Pictures

Writing Prompt

Bondage

Sinful Sunday

Complication

 

Referrers:

Search Engines

Twitter

Reddit

Sinful Sunday

Masturbation Monday

 

I refer most to:

Malflic

Twitter

Sinful Sunday

Masturbation Monday

Molly’s Daily Kiss

 

Commenters – thank you!!!:

Marie Rebelle

Bee

Silverdom

LittleSwitchBitch

Elliott Henry

 

Countries that view:

United States

United Kingdom

Australia

Canada

Germany

 

My views have been cut in third this year due to lack of writing. 

Wicked WednesdayThe prompt for this week is gadgets, and stats for the blog have always been the most fascinating for me. Truly, I dislike learning new technology and don’t own many gadgets. Click the rainbow to find out what gets people going with gadgets.

Dec 292017
 
Sinful Sunday
I like to play with clothespins with him, most often while I’m teasing him with my mouth, body, hands.

In this particular case, I believe it was more innocent. I clasped the clothespins on his side, straddled his hips, and massaged his back. I made my thighs dug in extra hard at times, hurting my own skin the process of torturing him with the little wooden clamps.

*apparently UK people call this a peg

Dec 272017
 

Midnight at the Oasis writes a memory and it’s gorgeous storytelling.

Amazing celebration of the winter body by Hannah likes dirty words.

It’s not the first time he’s written about a reaction to a picture; I love The Life of Elliott’s reactions.

*I had scheduled this for Saturday but then saw the prompt. I’ll add Wicked Wednesday badge when I get a free moment (can’t figure out how to do this from a phone).