Blasts from the Past

LOL... I just realized it's been nearly two months since my last post.  I actually had a nice HOT story going of a wonderful play session with my boy and I.  I had made it 3/4 of the way through when I had to leave to perform the daily mommy shuttle services.  Sadly, I forgot to save it as I walked out the door and my computer was kind enough to remind me why that's an important thing to do.  Trying to recreated it was a huge bust!

That said, life has been sort of mulling along here for the last couple of months.  We haven't been able to enjoy ourselves nearly as much as we would like.  The ex is still doing quite a bit of traveling, so the kids have been here more often then not.   My boy has also been extra busy and stressed on the job over a nice, big contract that will likely roll into some wonderful referral opportunities for him... so being a supportive type, I've greatly eased up on him to give him the freedom to do this job in full OCD fashion.

Though our last kid free weekend, I had the most interesting phenomenon occur.   We were constantly being contacted by several past lovers that had been written off due to schedule conflicts/ new love interests in their lives.  I had a wonderful time reconnecting with DM over an afternoon sex fiesta.  While he is never out of the rolodex, it's been nearly a year since we've managed to synch schedules.  We also had a great time with another gentleman whom I had only had the pleasure of playing with once at a hotel party nearly 2 years ago.  We had try to set up a solo night with him about a month after the party which never managed to happen so we had completely lost touch with him.  Low and behold, he caught us on IM one evening so we threw caution to the wind and said WTF.   He ended up being a lot of fun one on one and got a kick out of the fact that I was killing time pegging my boy waiting for him to show up.  Last but not least, D has been knocking on the door again.  Apparently, things are over with his girlfriend and he is interested in started back up again.   He's taking a little issue with the idea that he has to wear a condom again, but it's been over 2 years since we've been anywhere near regular with him and I'm not one to take chances that way.  I'll admit, my fingers are crossed we may have luck getting things going again.

Of course AJ has been around a few times over the last couple of months.   He has really turned into a fun, stable lover for me.  The pup has been around too, though, as much as I have with him in the sack, I'm finding we just don't connect a whole lot anywhere else.

4th of July Trifecta of Fireworks

There’s something about the holidays that always seems to bring the boys out of the woodwork.   I should be used to it by now, expecting it almost… but it still does catch me by surprise, albeit a pleasant one.

We had met an awesome new stud on Tuesday night, and between him and raping my boy… the night didn’t end till 4 am.  By the time we had made it home from work, the exhaustion was in full force.  We ended up crashed out on the couch by 8pm.  When we woke the next morning, play was the last thing on our minds.  The day had been ear marked to finally wrap up some house projects that had been largely ignored… at least until the first text arrive.

It was 6am when it came in.  My sub had intercepted the text and upon seeing who it was, tried hard to be sneaky about it in order to surprise me… but somehow his inspiration to clean house at the crack of dawn made him suspect.  When he started trying to nudge me towards the showers, it was pretty evident that I had a guest on the way and I enjoyed calling him on the carpet for the pretense.  When a few pinches and playful swats on the rump was all I could muster in mocked frustration, I allowed him the anonymity of who the guest was and gleefully skipped off to the shower.

As I emerged, the house was cleaned and ready to go.  As I headed downstairs to wait on our guest, I heard a knock at the door and turned the corner in time to see DM walking in.  I felt my knees get a little weak at the thought of his 11” cock and superb cock smithing skills.  Of course it didn’t stop me from bounding down the steps and right into his arms.   Since he’s not one who’s into some of our more extreme kinky measures, we hadn’t hooked up for several months.  But as we sat on the couch, I realized I had missed his cock a LOT!  Unable to stand it so close and yet so far away… I shut down the conversation, dragged his ass to the bed room (cuck dutifully following behind) and nearly ripped his clothes off just to get a good look at the beautiful specimen.   

For the next hour and a half, that man reminded me why his number will NEVER leave my rolodex.  DM is my longest standing stud.  We met him about six months after my cuck and I began our cuckolding journey.  At 11”, his is the first and only cock I’ve ever actually feared… just a little.  He has a way of fucking me just right, that leaves me both trying to crawl away and begging for more at the same time.  His skills in the bed never fail to leave me as a well fucked, puddle of goo.  Since his kinky meter stops at rough sex… it’s always a good thing there’s never any doubt for my cuck that I had a great time.

After DM left, I grabbed a quick shower to rinse off.  Apparently, while in the shower, a text from D came in.  Another favorite of mine that we hadn’t had a chance to play with for some time.  After starting a new job whose schedule doesn’t work so well with ours, I had kind of given up on seeing him again.  But an accidental run in at a gas station with my cuck had renewed his resolve to “make” some time.   Once again, my cuck went on the stealth in order to give me a nice surprise… but his dilemma was how to keep me occupied well enough that I wouldn’t start bitching about the house repairs.  Like the good little boy he is.. he offered up the only thing he knew he could… his sweet little ass.   Already feeling a bit primal from the morning’s activities, I quickly pounced and in no time was happily lost in strap-on nirvana.  It wasn’t until I heard the “DAMNNNNN” from the doorway that I realized someone had come in.  My startle respond caused me to spin around so fast that my cuck squealed due to the sudden void I left behind.  But I just giggled as I sauntered slowly over to D to give him a nice view before getting my hello hug.  I don’t know why, but something about the sight of me in my strap-on seems to rev D to another gear.    He finds something sexy about the way I fuck my boy.   By the time I dragged him into the room and freed his cock… it didn’t need much coaching to spring to full life.  Still I enjoyed the stretched feeling as I wrapped my lips around his massively thick cock.  For the next hour and a half, I freely enjoyed myself with D’s cock and my boy’s humiliation.

Once D finally left, I put my foot down to any more play time and we got busy getting the house projects taken care of.  As with any project, there are points in time where you have to wait for things to dry.  As such, we had a good hour or two before we could continue and so we settled on the couch to wait.  Then came more texts.  This was a new gentleman that we hadn’t played with yet.  We had attempted a few times to meet up, but either us or him had to cancel everytime.  He was available that afternoon and wanted to know if we were interested.  As my cuck looked at me, waiting for my answer, I stared at the unfinished projects contemplating.  

I’m pretty sure it was my pussy that answered when I said “Fuck it” and told my boy to set it up!  I knew we had a dry spell coming soon, so I might as well enjoy myself while the pickings are good!  All I can say is that it was the best fireworks display I had ever been a part of.

Disappointment

Last Wednesday D came by for his usual visit.  Unfortunately it wasn’t a very good one.  Don’t get me wrong.  It was good.  Had myself a nice handful of orgasms.  He came twice. But it was missing something.

It dawned on me later… it was missing the ZING.

You know… that amazing chemistry I talked about here.  I began to ponder why that was.  I mean, I get that everyone has that occasional “off” night.  But what exactly was it that made it an “off” night.  Was it me?  Was it him?  

My mind began to wonder over the possibilities.

Was it possibly that I’ve become bored with regular sex?  The boy and I talk about kink often (yes... I’m still completely fascinated with it all), and really share almost the exact same fantasy.  We also truly understand all the limiting factors making it an impossible dream at the moment.  But we find tastes of it here and there with all the different men we play with.  So I had to wonder if maybe the craving of the fantasy was starting to outweigh the cravings for good old fashion sex.  

But when really thinking about that night, I realized… no.  There were moments in there when the sex was great.  The orgasms would start building the way they always do with D, but they weren’t being built up like usual.  Then I realized something.  It was because he was slowing down.  Worn out.  The stamina was missing.  

Now… I’m not dumping D over one bad night, especially when you factor in the fact that he just recovered from a broken foot.  But I was really disappointed when he left… almost not sure I even wanted another night with him.  After realizing what the issue was, I became curious as to why I was so disappointed.

I think I’m turning into a sex snob!

Sex for me has always been like an exploration of the senses.  Everything I see, hear, smell, taste and feel.  Every encounter was always something new, something different.  I would generally go into it with little to no expectations and just enjoyed where things led.  Like a fun little adventure.  No plan, no map, no script.  Adventures never disappointed me.  

But with the cuckolding, I’m finding my selfish side is really coming out.  Not that I’m leaving my studs high and dry, or leaving my boy out in the cold.  It’s more that I understand more and more what I really like and I’m only interested in those encounters that give me what I want.  My recent encounter with D wasn’t giving me the mind blowing orgasms I’d grown used to.    I wanted that, I expected that… I didn’t get it.  I wanted to pack up my toys and go home.  I was disappointed.  Worse yet… I felt unsatisfied.

What’s funny is that, while the disappointment sucks… I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I really like the fact that I’m getting what I want more often than not.  I like the fact that I feel ok with being selfish.   But it’s a scary door to open.  It’s one of those doors you know is a fundamental shift to one’s foundation.  Those moments in life when you realize your shedding what you were in favor of what you’re becoming.   The scary part is not knowing where the shift will end. 

Simmering

The last two weeks have been a bit quiet.  I honestly think we we’re both in a bit of recovery.  Not that there was no play.  We had a nice visit from D, and couple of fun play session and last night, and a return visit of G, which was quite enjoyable.  The rest of the time was spent

The dynamic has simmering nicely through the lull, which has been wonderful.  It’s interesting, to me at least, as I play more and more, to see how he reacts to things.  Being new to these dynamics, I have to admit, it’s been sort of like a game discovering each little button.  Do this and he gets horny, do that and he gets cuddly.  Do this and he gets compliant, do that and he gets playful. You get the idea.   I think it’s something I’ve always noticed in people, but never gave it much thought.  But in this relationship, this dynamic… these buttons have far more meaning.  I find myself paying closer attention, experimenting, poking new ones out here and there.  Like a mad scientist determined to solve the puzzle.  Or maybe more like the child in her back yard, investigating life.  Watching how the pieces fit together.  Manipulating environments to see how nature would react.  Basic utter curiosity.  Either way, I quickly found myself fascinated by the inner workings of him.  Of what makes him tick.  Obviously the list is enormous and very complex… I’m sure it would take a life time to encounter them all and I have no doubt I'll enjoy the journey.

But after two years, the catalog is big enough that I found I can start manipulating outcomes.  Nothing drastic or severe, just little changes to fit my mood.  Sure I can just demand what I want, and I often do.  I never doubt that he will comply, even if he does so grudgingly.  This is just much more entertaining and I do think it may be part of what’s kept the dynamic simmering so much better this time.   It just helps keep us from getting too mundane… which also drive me batty.

Power of D?

D was out last visitor of the night.  Originally, he was tentative.  But about midnight, we received a text from him asking if we were still up.  By 1am, he showed up.  By 1:15, my boy was miraculously healed by the power of D.  Not really healed, but my boy couldn’t stand not to be a part of the energy we tend to create together.  Add into that the fact that my boy had spent the better part of the last 5 hours watching me having sex with others, and his wanton little cuck side won out over his body. 

 

For the last two hours till we passed out, there he stayed, kneeling bedside, taking whatever attention we decided to give him and enjoying being up close and personal with us.  While the guilt I had felt had long since past… it was this moment I finally felt content with my decision to let the night play out.  It was then that I truly knew what lengths he would go to keep me happy.

It’s these moments that I find so rewarding as a Dominant.  It’s so tough to feel secure in the hard decisions.  The decisions to push, pull or otherwise take him to those places he is uncomfortable in.  It not because these things make me uncomfortable.  More because it’s still hard for me to believe someone likes having these things done to them, so it still shocks me a bit when we step over that line.  But any concerns melt away when he falls into line so well.

As the Week Turns

How to describe the rest of Tuesday night… that bleed into Wednesday and then vanished into Wednesday night?  

AMAZING?

INCREDIBLE?

MIND BLOWING?

MIND BLOWING!  Yes a Mind blowing, soul changing, completely magical passage of time.  As a new Domme, there are moments as I slide down the rabbit hole where I swear I can feel a fundamental shift in how I think, how I see, how I feel.  Kind of like having something buried deep inside that just erupts to the surface with such force that I literally feel it.  Tuesday night was one of those nights.

I had already cucked him with both D and whom I’ll have to call D2.  Both very hot, sexy, gifted, well-endowed men that left me feeling very sexually satisfied.  Now, earlier that day, during his spanking, he had been told there would be no sleep till I pegged him.  So once my studs had left, we took a bit of a break.  Grabbing a bite to eat, shoring up some plans for the weekend and chatting about us, D/s, and kinks.  About 2am, my boy finally disappeared to the bathroom to get ready.  Shortly after, we began.  And we played, and played, and then played some more.  In the living room, the bedroom, down to the basement.  Intense moments, bonding moments, sexy moments, and just plain Grrr moments.  Somewhere about 7am we took about an hour break for breakfast and quick rinse offs… but neither one of us was ready for bed.  So back to the bedroom where I tortured and cared, beat and devoured, fucked and made love to my boy till 2pm on Wednesday afternoon.  When we finally passed out for a few hours, we were still rubbing and wiggling against each other.  

Trying to decide how to write about it was difficult.  There’s no way to capture into words what really passed between us that night.  Writing about all that happened would take a lifetime without ever doing it justice.  "Filling you up" is just a small snippet of that night, but the best moment to capture how the night went on.  

The best part, we awoke Wednesday to another visit from a new stud that turned out to be incredible.  G was a very quiet, polite gentleman… and I worried he may not be anything near what I am looking for. But something told me to relax and his sexiness made it easy to do so.  But once he got comfortable, he turned out to be amazing.  Not quite as good a lover as D, but damn near close.  Though the quiet man turned out to be a rather forceful, take charge kind of lover who just loved the role play of being the bull.  Looking forward to his return.

Sadly, Thursday night, my boy started in with a nasty cough.  I’ll admit to feeling a bit guilty that I may have played him sick.  Though truly deep down, it was such an amazing night, I still feel it was worth it. 

 Poor boy!

Suck it up Big Boy

The thing I enjoy about D, is that the sex continues to be amazing and fun… regardless of what gets thrown at us.  Generally with D, we schedule with him early to ensure I get to play with him.  So color me surprised when he hobbled up to the door in a walking boot.  A broken foot from playing with the boys this weekend.  But the man was NOT going to let a little thing like a broken foot get in his way.  Of course keeping him off his foot and in comfortable positions while we went at it showed off his very creative side, as he introduced a couple of positions even I had never done before.  

I’m not sure if he was being a bit more reserved due to the foot, or if I was feeling a bit more aware to ensure I didn’t bump it, but somewhere in the middle of the fun the chemistry shifted.  It was as if the sex became more… animalistic.  Tough to explain considering our normal chemistry is already lusty, wild and rough, but usually you can see how we both release into the rhythm of the sex.  This was just the opposite.  More focused, centered almost to point of heightening senses.  The smell of his sweat, the low grunts he lets out when he breathes, the touch of his fingers on my skin.  The grabbing, clawing, and rhythms became more pointed from both of us.  The sex slowed down and yet the intensity was off the charts.  Almost like a slow battle neither would lose, but neither care if we won.  All I can say is, DAMN!

I know on some level I should have felt guilty as he walked out 2.5 hours later limping worse than when he came in, but I couldn’t help but smile and think “Playing through the pain, gotta love a strong man!”

The times are a changing

Apparently, my boy is smart enough to know when I’m serious about my threats.  He’s been a busy boy taking care of things as he should, ensuring I’ve got a nice social calendar for the week.  I dare say he’s trying to keep me well occupied so my attentions don’t turn to his poor backside! LOL

Kicking things off Sunday night, I got a nice surprise visit from a blast from the past.  A gentleman we had played with in a group setting at a hotel once.  We had actually wrote him off, when after some fun he had to run with promises to come back later.  Then a strange excuse and he never came back.  Shockingly, as we sent pictures back and forth, neither my boy nor I recognized him right away.  But when we met, we recognized each other and turns out the crazy excuse was real.  Remembering him as being fun, I brought him home.  A very yummy piece of eye candy with a very nice package.

Monday night, we met a new stud that we have been chatting with for some time.  Nice young man, but his inexperience in the bed was a bit too apparent.  Nice cock and long lasting, but dull. Once he had left, we opted to relax for a bit before I began playing with my boy.  In that short time, he managed to fall asleep on me.  This morning he awoke to a sound spanking that left him crying and begging for mercy.  A sound reminder that things really are changing around here.

Needless to say he has been impeccable all night.  While our original plans with a sexy couple we’ve enjoyed in the past got cancelled, a visit from D and another new stud made for a perfect double header for the night. 

Chemistry

The mere sight of him makes my pussy twinge.  That first touch from him makes my pussy gush. There is nothing about D that my pussy doesn’t like.  We just work so well together when it comes to sex.  Our needs and desires, skills and abilities just mesh seamlessly.  The way the size and shape of his cock just perfectly presses every single one of my buttons and the mere thought of fucking him again makes me swoon.

I often wonder why we work so well together.  I could never see me on a date with him, living with him or even running away for a weekend together (unless it was a non-stop sex-a-thon).  He’s very quiet, reserved.  I tend to like my men more vocal.  The things we do, the things we like are pretty much night and day.  About the only things we have in common is football and the Washington Redskins and sex.  But Oh MY GOD, the sex!!!  Then it’s like we’re one and the same.  Within 5 mins of him entering me, I’ll hit my first orgasm and it just becomes a flood gate after that.  It happens EVERY SINGLE TIME!  Every touch, stroke, movement, action seems to be at the perfect moment to push me further over the edge.  At times it truly feels as if I’m barely hanging on from the abyss.  As many times as we have been together, it still amazes me how well matched in bed we are with each other.  

You often hear about women needing some type of chemistry before having sex with someone, and I do agree.  But I find my chemistry means something completely different than theirs.  My chemistry is about how well we work together.  It starts with the lust and the passion that just shows at first meet.  That zing that just screams at you.. “I wanna fuck this man”.   With D, that chemistry is just off the charts. 

A Day in the Life of My Cuck...

As I slowly stirred awake this morning, I find you laying there awake, smiling at me.  A few morning kisses and cuddles, and I push you down to ensure my morning starts just right.  A few good orgasms later and I’m pushing you off the bed and making you stand beside me.  Teasing you a bit, I then drape you over my lap, for a nice long spanking session.  Reminding you of the promise you made and to give you the reminder to keep you honest all day.  Once I feel you’ve sufficiently broken, I stand you up and send you off to the kitchen to make breakfast.  I saunter off to the shower to get ready for the day.  I emerge to a nice warm breakfast.

I send you off to stir the pot and see what trouble we can find for the day, while I deal with some work stuff I have to take care of.  Just as I’m about to wrap up the work, you call out that D will be coming by around 1:30.  I wander out with a giant grin on my face.  We both know D has become my favorite and he can do things you just can’t even dream off.  You head off to straighten the house as you watch me dance off to the shower in obvious joy.

D shows up and you fade into the back ground like a good little boy.  Sitting quietly on the far edge of the couch, while He and I chat idly about life and how much we’d missed each other.  Before too long, I’m between his legs, enjoying what he brought me.  Still no glance or even acknowledgement that your even there.  It wasn’t till I pulled him up to drag him off to the bedroom, that I turned and with a quick kiss, simply asked “coming?”

You follow us obediently, readying the room, getting everything laid out just as we like.  We fall straight into the bed, wasting no time or formalities.  You watch as he brings me to orgasm quickly and repeatedly.  You wait patiently bedside to be of service.  For forty minutes you watch as he brings me to heights of ecstasy in ways you aren’t capable, being reduced to nothing but an errand boy with a hard-on.   Soon you are called to kneel down next to him.  As he gets close to climax, he pulls out his cock and shoves it down your throat.  As he unloads, you are ordered to not only shallow, but to ensure every last bit has been sucked out.  He continues to fuck your mouth as he quickly hardens back up and then you are once again quickly dismissed as he returns back to me.  4 more times over the next 2 hours, this continues.  Even I’m amazed at his extra high stamina today.  At some point, I grabbed hold of your balls and make you feel my every orgasm as I squeeze them tightly.  You’ve been laid underneath me, forced to not only take my weight, but to feel the force with which he pounds into me.  Grasping for breathe in rhythm to his strokes.  Even teased incessantly as you’re allowed to enter to me and bear witness to how well he has stretched me out as he rests. Under orders not to dare cum, you pull out quickly in fear and he quickly fills your spot.  You understand where you stand with him and respectfully step aside while he continues to satisfy me in all the ways I crave.   

Finally he leaves, exhausted and satisfied.  I begin teasing and taunting you with that freshly fucked pussy.  Allowing you once again to enter me as I torment you with all the ways D satisfies me like no one else.  Lost in the oblivion, it all proves too much for you to maintain control as you orgasm without permission.  I chastise you as you move quickly to clean up your mess.  As soon as you’re finished, I immediately shove you face down on the bed and administer your punishment.  A quick hard spanking, with a few paddles strokes for emphasis, you are reminded to maintain focus when ordered and your pleasure comes second to my desires.

I leave you lying there with orders to bring our stuff downstairs. When you finally join me on the couch and I quickly snuggle up, laying my head on your lap and quickly drift off into blissful oblivion.  Your job now, simply to act as my human pillow until I awake again.

Time Flies...

When you’re having lots of fun.  I’ve been trying to write some updates for the blog, as well as new snippets… but there was just too much going on to actually finish any of them.  Hopefully over the next week, I can play catch up.

But we’ve still been playing frequently with D.  He has quickly become my favorite, though he is skating on thin ice (But man is he sooo good at make up sex).  I probably should just do a whole post on D… as it would take over in here.  

F came around a couple nights and we had some hot moments in there.  He’s been our longest and most reliable stud… but our schedules keep him so infrequent, I wonder if it’s worth maintaining anymore.  He’s always been respectful of limits and he’s been the most adventurous with the kinky stuff, but little things over the last two years lead me to believe we aren’t looking for the same thing.

We also had several interviews with some new possibilities.  We enjoyed having some fun with a couple of them, but only one really turned out to be a possible keeper.  I’m calling him the Masked Avenger.  He wore a mask the whole time we played (due to pics and video), which was weird, but kind of fun.  I’m not sure I could handle it if he wore it every time we played.  While I can respect his desire to ensure his face stays out of pics… hopefully we can find a better compromise.  Once in a while would be hot.  The anonymity of the whole encounter was a new one for me, but it was exciting on a very mental sort of way.  But it also lacked the connection I prefer to have with my regular studs.  Basically, I found it too impersonal to think of him as a regular already.  

But aside from the mask…OMG!  From the Alpha male, beat my chest with fist, mentality, this one was spot on!  Not pushy or bossy, but commanding in that sexy, sensual kind of way.  Prrrrrrrrrrr!  He came in and JUST HAD FUN!  Love, love, LOVED that!  I loved that he didn’t ignore my cuck either… like so many seem to do.  He was all too happy to direct him around, but never with the air like he owned him, more like he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.  While I still say sexually, that D takes the cake, MA is right behind him.  I do hope we get to have a repeat performance with him.  The second time around is always the more telling one anyway.

Even with all of this going on, things between the boy and I have been amazing.  Work had been slow for him, so the aches and pains were out of the way and he wasn’t so run down.  With a few lighter weeks/month, we were just able to have more fun.  It just seemed to escalate from there and I think we both got a peek at where we want things to head.  Kind of like a peek at nirvana.  We’re not there yet, and it’s probably going to be a long and a bit bumpy of a road, but we can see it forming.  And it was enough to settle the storms and put us back on the same wave length. 

A new level of comfort

We had a wonderful play week last week.  My vacation time was blessed with gorgeous weather, allowing me to spend some wonderful time in the sun.  We also had a couple of wonderful visits with D.  He is becoming a regular habit of ours and I know I am very happy.  I had thought about trying to write about the encounters, all the fun, hot steamy details, but I found that words escape me (probably why I haven’t posted in a while).  A play by play just came across too dry and failed to capture the intensity of all the little moments.  I tried to write about the emotions, but it didn’t make as much sense without all the before and after.  Trying to put it all together proved to be too much of an undertaking for this overly busy career mom.  Needless to say though, we both really like D and look forward to his visits with more enthusiasm then we have with any of the others we’ve played with.  We’re not ready to stop looking, but he has become our favorite by far… so much so, my other regulars are starting to whine about lack of time!  Sometimes a woman’s work is just never done.   Sigh.

D isn’t very aggressive and hasn’t been overly interested in being an active participant in the more kinky activities… but he is an amazing lover with great stamina and the wonderful ability to recover quite quickly.  He’s also very much a “go with the flow” type and seems to really enjoy watching all the off the wall stuff we come up with.  What it amounts to is allowing me the freedom to take our playtime in whatever direction I feel like.  There’s a steady flow and rhythm to what goes on that seems to transition so smoothly from activity to activity.    When the ropes, or whips or dildos come out, he usually finds a spot with a good view and an intimate touch.  Just makes everything that much more steamy!

Kinky kind of week

Looks like this week is turning into the nice kink filled kind.  D's coming by tomorrow and it looks like we're meeting a new couple on Wednesday.  She sounds soo yummy, I just can't wait to get a hold of her.

Welcome back D!

D came by for what turned out to be a nice, long, wonderful visit that capped our weekend quiet nicely.  After having so much fun at the hotel with him and R, we figured it was worth a shot to see how well he could keep up on his own.  Let me just say… he didn’t disappoint!

Deciding to let it all hang out... we set up the table and emptied out the toy bag.  Essentially putting it all out there and on display to see what may come of it all.  Admittedly, D enjoyed checking it all out, but didn’t really brave pulling anything out.  Though he did have fun watching us using the toys.

Of course, prior to D’s arrival, we spent the morning/afternoon getting ready.  Being our first day without kids, my boy was due his weekly review and spankings.  Bent over the bed, I had fun using my hands, paddle and flogger to turn his backside a nice crimson red.   What was actually a bit comical was that he fell asleep during the flogging, ass perfectly balanced in the air.  Of course, I took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t whining at all and just had fun playing around with it all.  I finally quit when I got worried about him getting a kink in his neck from lying that way for too long.  I then had him dress me in the nice white peek- a- boo teddy and white thigh high stockings.  I dressed him in only his collar and leash.  We head down stairs, where I laid him across my lap and took my sweet time stretching his ass out nice and wide. Of course, as I tend to do, I got carried away a bit.  I was having so much fun making my boy moan and groan, that I lost track of time.  D walked in, right about the time I had a fistful of hair in one hand and the base of a butt plug (which was buried in his ass of course) in the other.  D just cracked a smile and said “I see you couldn’t wait to get started either!”

Things started off a bit slowly as we tried to start the night off with the swing, but I think D was a bit over eager to be patient to get things adjusted right (he literally took me right on the basement floor! LOL)… so we abandoned the swing and headed straight for the bed.  For nearly two and half hours, the sex was non-stop.  In every position possible.  We soaked the entire bed and everyone was an exhausted pile of goo, when I finally called for a break.  We headed back downstairs and lounged lazily on the couch, completely naked.  Though, that didn’t last long, as D’s hand just couldn’t help but wander everywhere.  Next thing I know, D’s announcing he wants to try the swing as he’s pulling me down to the basement.  For another hour and a half, D learned why we love that damn swing so much.  At one point, I was literally high on endorphins as wave after orgasmic wave passed over me.  Then right before D came, he pulled out a literally exploded inside my boys mouth.  Fucking Beautiful!

While, we are not calling the hunt off, we had an amazing time!  So much so, that D is going to be my valentine tomorrow night!  Mmmmmm