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Kinky Kristmas…

Posted in Greetings and Salutations with tags on December 19, 2008 by mikayla1

Hi all.  Boy has life been taking a turn for me.  I have had zero, ziltch time to write in my blog.  I feel like I have dropped off the face of the earth - and I really haven’t.  Life has just taken over.  I do have some good news though - my hubby got a JOB!  We are sooooo thrilled.  It couldn’t be a better job - little travel, great benefits, close to home, family oriented company.  Not too much less money.  It is a joy and a relief!

I have decided to take a semester off from being the naughty professor.  I just feel like I need a serious break.  I have been so busy with grading and teaching and writing and being on thesis committees that I have not had time to breathe.  Breathe.  There is a concept.  *deep breath*  OK, another *deep breath*  I remember now.  Breathing is good.

Sometimes I think that life is not at all what we make of it, but what is forced upon us.  Oh sure, we do make our own commitments and we make ourselves crazy with overscheduling and overdoing.  I am a total OCD, do it all, have to be perfect - bake, cook, clean, teach, work, be a Mommy AND a sex goddess type person - I can’t do it anymore.  I am just…..DONE!  Who does that to me?  I do. Who asks all of this of me?  MILLIONS of people!  Teachers, bosses, children, hubbies - they all have demands, requests, needs, desires.  What about MINE????

So, I need to take myself out of some things.   Just let myself be.  Be what I want.  Read a book.  Go on a walk.  Fuck my husband with reckless abandon that has nothing to do with anything but pleasure.  I miss that.  I miss the times when we would just do that.  Oh yeah, we still have sex.  However, it is not carefree sex.  I miss the ‘fuck on Sunday morning’ sex.  Or the go into the bathroom at the bar - stall fuck.  I miss that.  I want that back.  I will have it back.

I am sure some people will think or say:  but Mikayla, YOU had these kids, YOU have these debts, YOU chose this line of work.  Yes, it is true.  I did.  However, I think that we as a people in general get so caught up in the when, where, why that we forget the who - the YOU - of life.  That is how I feel.  I am totally, 100% a winter depressive person.  I hate being stuck in my house all damn winter.  I need more.  I feel the need to cleanse, to be cleanses in the physical as well as emotional sense.

I know I am rambling here.  Sometimes I just need to get out the words that I think and the things that I feel and just say them.  Out into the blogging universe - say them.  Have someone say to themselves as they read the words on the screen:  yes, I agree.  I get you.  You are saying what I am thinking.  It is comforting to think that.

So, you may be seeing more of me here.  You may hear soon how I seduced my husband and we fucked in front of the Christmas tree.  You may hear how I went out in my backyard and jumped into the snow naked just to do it.  You may hear how I watched nothing but drama movies on Lifetime all day just to do it.  You will hear, cause I am gonna write about it.  Perhaps through my rambling insanity trying to get sane - or saner - someone else will be inspired to take their life back too.  Hope. Pray.  Live.  BREATHE!

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When It Rains….

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , on August 16, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so I posted last week about feeling blah cause I lost some work and the economy sucks, etc.  Well…….it gets worse….much, much worse!

My hubby had to go to work on Thursday and he was not at all looking forward to it because he had to fire a bunch of people beneath him.  He hated doing it, but it was part of his job.  So then, when he was done, he got a call from his boss and HE WAS FIRED TOO!  In fact, they fired his whole department!  He was shocked!  I mean, what fuckers!  They had him do all their dirty work, then fired him and all his counterparts.  Why?  To save money.  FUCK G.W. BUSH and this FUCKING WAR!!!

Seriously.  So here we are.  2 kids and very little money.  Did we save for this eventuality?  Hell no.  We never saw it coming.  My hubby was upper, upper management (not upper enough apparently) and now he is gone and his department is gone - no severance, no insurance no nothing.  Illinois is an at-will state, and he was an at-will employee.  Now he is not an employee.  Sucks. 

I know we are by far not the only ones going through this.  It is happening all over the place.  It disgusts me.  So now what?  Health insurance, food stamps?  Burn through our savings to live until he finds a job in his field?  Uggghhh.  My head hurts!

It is true what they say, when it rains, it pours…and it is pouring shit right now!

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Feeling Blah….

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , on August 10, 2008 by mikayla1

I know that people come to my blog to hear about my latest fucking experience, to learn what toys and items I like or to just see what is new in the life of a sex toy reviewer.  Sorry to dissapoint you all, but I am feeling sort of ‘blah’ lately.  I have had some major life changes happen recently.  It seems as though the economy is tanking and it is effecting everyone in so many ways.  I lost a job - well, lost is not too accurate, I have been put on ‘hiatus.’  My hubby is being forced to do the job of 2 people to save money and he is traveling every week - which is putting a royal damper on my life (sex and otherwise).  My book publisher went bankrupt - yes, no book for me.  So now I have to find a new publisher.  Two of my good friends are moving out of state to find better jobs (or their hubby found a better job) and so that makes me sad.

Yes, I guess Blah is a good way to explain my life! 

On a highlight though, my littlest son is 1 today!!!  He had a nice party yesterday which was a lot of work, but a lot of fun overall.  I tell ya, if it wasn’t for my boys, I am not sure how I would make it!!!

So, thanks for tuning in - perhaps I will have something more exciting to write about soon.  I guess we just all have days when we feel melancholy - and now is my turn!

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Sexual Disconnect

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , on May 30, 2008 by mikayla1

Today’s post is going to be a bit more somber than some of my previous posts.  I was reading a post on the discussion forum on the site I review sex toys for (www.tootimid.com) and I was struck by this particular post regarding sexual satisfaction. Particular, this poster wrote a bit of an essay on why couples become sexually disconnected.  Why do some women refuse to give a blowjob?  Or, why do some men demand blowjobs but refuse to eat pussy? Or, why do couples go months even years without sex?? It seems as though these couples are in a massive sexual disconnect and do not know why.

Most couples begin their relationships or marriages giving a fair amount of effort toward the success of the relationship.  They are sexually charged, hot and horny for the other, eager to please and BE pleased.  This ‘honeymoon’ period can last for a few years, or a few months.  What happens in a relationship to cause this eager-to-please attitude to end?  For some couples, it could be children, stress, careers or school demands.  Claiming exhaustion of loss of time as the ‘reason’ for the disconnect.  Is this really valid?  Is this a true reason for disconnecting from your partner?  I submit that it isn’t.  I have a job (3, actually), I have 2 children under 7, I have responsibilities, money issues, housework - yet, I MAKE time to connect with my hubby on a sexual and intimate level.  Sometimes this means a quickie - sometimes it means a marathon session - but it means that we stay connected with each other in this important manner.

Does this mean that we have ALWAYS had this kind of relationship?  No, of course not. Every couple goes through issues, stagnet times, disconnection.  We did, for a few years.  We were submerged in careers and a new child.  We made excuses that we just didn’t have time.  We started becoming separate entities living in the same household.  I didn’t like being like this - it felt unnatural to me to be this diconnected.  I decided that I had to change it.  I talked to my hubby about ’sex dates’ and making time to have fun in the bedroom.  At first, it was hard, it took effort - but soon it was an expected and welcomed retreat from our lives.  It is not something that either one of us is going to let fall by the wayside again - we are in it for the long haul and committed to our relationship - sexually and otherwise. 

Another important key to our sexual success is that we are not willing to let the other do all the work.  I would never expect him to eat my pussy if I weren’t willing to give him head.  I would never lie there like a blow-up doll and not get emotionally and physically invested in our sex.  I don’t expect him to initiate sex all the time - nor do I expect to have the same ‘type’ of sex all the time.  I believe (and it works for me) that keeping sex a constantly evolving entity is essential to making sex new and exciting. I mean, come on people, if you are with the same person over and over and can’t change THEM, then what do you change?  Location, positions, the ‘format’ of your sex - bring in toys, wear sexy lingerie, take showers together.  NEVER make it a programmed event.  Always be spontaneous and open to ideas and suggestions from your lover.  Be able to indulge in their fantasies, and be willing to discuss your own.  It is a fluid condition that you have to be prepared to move with.

What happens when you and your partner are on totally different sexual wavelengths?  What if you have a super high sex drive but your partner does not?  Let’s face it, we all go through high and low times when it comes to sex drive.  We can be influenced by any number of factors - age, medicines, hormonal imbalances, stress - and any or all of them can kill or numb our sex drives.  How do we attack an issue of imbalance as opposed of lack of desire.  We may want in our minds and hearts to have sex - but our bodies rebel against us and we end up not enjoying sex or having sex for sex’s sake.  This can never be good.  The first step has got to be analyzing the reasons why our libido has left. 

People (men and women) have to be willing to ask their doctors about reasons they may not have libido.  There are options to regaining libido and sexual interest. If you CARE enough to go and find out.  The basic premise here is that if you are in a relationship and care about that person - you should care about your intimate life.  As in anything worth having in life, relationships take effort.  I feel that when we decide (and it is a decision) to stop trying, that we have just given up on the other person - not the relationship.  We are in essence saying “you are not worth the effort” which is a sad proposition.  When do things in a relationship get so bad that we just give up?  How can we live with another person in marriage or commitment and NOT be intimate with them?  How do we expect them to react to our disconection?  Should one person carry the burden of a relationship entirely on his or her shoulders?  Of course not, marriage is hard enough with TWO people.

My point here - when we commit to another person and decide to be intimate - it is our obligation to be open, honest and forthcoming with that person.  We need to let them know when we are feeling disconnected and need more from them.  Barring any serious reason for falling apart (emotional or physical abuse for example) couples need to work to stay together.  Oh, and as a side note, withholding sex or alienating affection in general IS emotional abuse!  If you have a partner who is doing this - what do you do?

This is a common problem - where one person in the relationship is constantly seeking answers to WHY:  Why doesn’t she want to have sex?  Why won’t he eat me out?  Why do we go months before having sex?  Why is he not interested in me anymore sexually?  It is usually not both people seeking these answers.  What is the solution?  COnversation.  Have an honest conversation with your partner and tell them what you NEED.  Sure, you want sex - but let’s be honest here, sex is a need in a relationship.  It is a connection to another person that can not be replaced or replicated by anything else.  Sex is a necessary component to any healthy relationship. 

So, what happens when you have HAD the conversation - many times - and he or she says “I will try” (and then doesn’t) or “I can’t figure out what is wrong” (and leaves it there) or “I am not interested in sex anymore” (and doesn’t seem to be bothered by that).  How can one person handle the burden of those answers?  What does it mean when your mate says, “I just don’t want sex,” like that is supposed to be OK that sex is off the table?  I do not understand these persons who accept these answers.  Why settle or agree to a sexless relationship?  Or, why commit yourself to a sexless relationship?  Why is it OK to think of ourselves as being asexual for the remainder of our relationship?  Truthfully, it isn’t OK.  It is NOT OK!

We should not take this as the final say (neither partner should) there has to be ways to increase sexual desire and revamp sexual interest.  Even couples who are having sex and it is not frequent enough or couples where one person is having sex but not enjoying it.  There is a world of information and ideas floating out there.  Websites, discussion forums, counselors, marriage classes, sex classes (yes), medicinal options for men AND women.  It is not a self-fullfilling prophesy to be sexless or have no interest in sex just because you THINK you are destined to.  You CAN and SHOULD seek answers. You SHOULD know that you don’t have to and shouldn’t check the ‘optional’ box when it comes to sex.  You are entitled to sexual fullfillment - and should ENJOY it.  Truly, why do people accept sexual disconnection as the last word?

I could go on and on and on and never give a concrete answer.  There really isn’t ONE answer to this dilemma,  It is really a collection of wants, desires, ability, willingness and need to fix it.  It is not up to the partner who WANTS the change to fix it - but ultimately, up to the partner who is not interested in sex.  It is a self-realization that has to happen. Similar to a smoker and non-smoker living together.  One wants the other to quit - the other doesn’t want to quit.  It comes between them and becomes a tense subject of contention.  Can the non-smoker MAKE the smoker quit?  Will talking about it make the smoker want to quit or want to smoke MORE?  It has to come from the smoker that he or she is ready and willing to at least TRY to quit.  The same goes for sex.  If one partner wants the other to have sex, and the other doesn’t want to - how do we change the mindset of the one with the issue?  Can you?  Can any amount of talking remedy this?

I think that the key is to inform your partner that you NEED and WANT THEM to be happy.  You want and need to pleasure them as much as you want and NEED to be pleasured yourself.  It has to be presented in such a manner that both partners know that the other wants what is best and most-fullfilling for BOTH partners.  Simply sating what YOU want is not going to cause a mind-shift in the other person.  There has to be a realization of that person’s unhappiness.  There has to be acknowledgement that it is not OK to be that way.  IF that person is not able or wiling to see that for themself, then change is never going to occur. 

Self-enlightenment is not easy - and in many it is impossible.  Knowing what truly lies in one’s own heart is more difficult than knowing what lies in the heart of another.  So, if there is any answer worth giving when it comes to this depressing and wide spread phenomenon, it is getting the other person to engage in self-evaluation and self-enlightment. If we can show the person we love that they are truly not content, not happy, not sexually fullfilled then perhaps there is the slightest chance that they may look to find answers on their own behalf.  For at the end of the day the only person we are truly ‘in bed with’ is ourselves and our own revelations and thoughts.  

 

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Parties, Friends and Fucking

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , , on May 4, 2008 by mikayla1

So I know it is hard to believe but I actually have a ‘real’ life - separate from my job as a Sex Goddess.  I have a job (actually, a few jobs), I have children, and I have lots of friends.  Having friends is great, except that friends have kids too and lots of friends with lots of kids means LOTS OF BIRTHDAY PARTIES!  Now, while I personally love the kid’s theme parties - 3 in one weekend is a bit too much to handle! 

My children and me and my husband were invited to a bowling party on Friday night.  It was fun, the kids had a blast, but we were gone from 4:00 pm until almost 10:00 pm.  No sex on Friday :(  mainly because on SATURDAY we had 2 MORE parties to go to.  We had a ‘Pretty Princess’ party at 10:00 am until 2:00 pm and another party from 4:00 pm until 9:00 pm.  Too many parties for one weekend.

The only good thing about having all these parties was being able to see all my friends.  In between the cupcakes, pinatas and answering my son’s repeated questions of ‘why am I at a princess party, I am a boy?’ and ‘boys don’t wear tiaras’ (I was so proud!!) - we get to sneak in a little sexy talk.  My friends are almost constantly asking me about sex, what I do in the bedroom, how many times I have it, and of course, what the new toy is that I love.  Yesterday was no exception as I detailed my new hot finds, told them what my latest articles are and depicted my latest sexcapades with my hubby.  It is all very racy talk for a 3 year olds party!

Most of my friends freely admit that their sex lives are, well, that they suck.  The other few that talk about their sex lives are clearly exaggerating (and I know this because THEIR HUBBIES complain to MY HUBBY!) and there are a few that have good, solid sex lives.  I do not know how I got so lucky to have a great sex life.  This is not to say it is always perfect, but on average, we do have more sex than our group of friends - and that is a good feeling!

So anyway, after the late party last night I was feeling tired and really worn down.  2 nights without sex (especially on the weekend) would have been a travesty of epic proportions - but I was soooo tired.  I really just wanted to crawl up into a ball and go to sleep.  My hubby, of course, had other ideas.  We sit on the couch and he gave my feet a much needed footrub.  Ahhhhh, that felt so good.  Then his hands went up my legs to my calves, thighs, in between.  It takes very little to get me going, and that was about it.  His hand gently rubbing me through my panties.  Mmmmm, that feels soooooo good.  Moving to the bedroom I realize that I am awake and perky now…..good for him….I need a good, relaxing FUCK!

Have you ever noticed that when you are most tired, sex can perk you right back up?  Seriously, the next time you are dead tired and your partner wants to have sex - let them start the foreplay - you will be awake and ready in no time.

So where was I?  Oh yeah, bedroom.  He pulls off my pants and panties in one fluid motion and goes between my legs (hey, we are tired, there is no pussy footing around here - PUN INTENDED).  I spread them wide and let him taste me.  I love this position - me on the bed, him standing on the edge of it - he can spread my legs and delve down deep.  My orgasms come quickly and in rapid succession.  I am panting and begging for him to put his cock in my mouth….he doesn’t.  Instead he pulls me to the end of the bed, puts my legs back by my head and enters me quickly and with fury.

“Sometimes I just need to FUCK YOU,” he growled at me.  (literally, a lust-filled growl escaped his mouth!) As he pounded away quickly and furiously.  I lifted my shirt up (cause he loves to watch the tits bounce) and began to tweak my nipples.  I felt the fire between my legs burning, cause in this position he rubs my g-spot just right.  I began to finger my clit wildly (I wished I could reach my bullet - DAMN!) but I felt the build up coming.  He told me to move my hand, confused I did as I was told, then he slapped my spread pussy and the squirting began in an instant! 

Still pounding away my hubby growls again, “you are SO fucking tight, squeeze my cock….” and I continue to cum and squeeze him tightly until I feel him bury himself DEEP inside me and cum!  For those ladies who claim that they can’t “feel” their partner cum inside them, I beg to differ, I definitely CAN.  He collapses on me in a heap satisfied and a bit sweaty! “Now THAT was what we both NEEDED,” he says as he kisses me.

So ladies and gents, remember, even if you are totally exhuasted, you can always fit in a fast fuck to get the adrenaline pumping and the tension out! 

So ended my Saturday night and off to bed we went, as today (SUNDAY) we have yet ANOTHER party in the afternoon - followed, I am sure, by a night of fast fucking led by ME.  I so love my weekends of parties, friends and fucking - don’t you?

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Mar-OOOOOooooo-thon Sex (Part IV)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so I have no idea what time it is now, as I am handcuffed, blindfolded, tied with rope and my legs are spread open and exposed.  BG is using a wine bottle to fuck me and I am loving the sensation.  Soon he tires of the wine bottle and I feel another sensation.  Smooth, rippled, not too large - and I believe it is the handle to our whip.  In and out he goes with it, slicking it up with my juices and then starting to work the handle into my ass.  A little dab of cold lube and I feel it slowly sliding in.  I am wild with desire to be fucked, and BG knows this.  I am allowed to moan and moan I did.

Once the entire handle was snugly in my pussy I felt BG’s fingers playing with my pussy.  He was using more than one finger - I guess around 3 to start.  He fingered me masterfully, and had a way of using his fingers and thumbs to get my clit at the same time.  He began to talk to me now (which was a tell-tale sign that he was getting really horny) - he was aksing, “whose pussy is this?  Are you my fuck puppet?  Are  you going to take anything I shove into your pussy slut?”  I answer appropriately, getting hotter the dirtier he talked.  He was using more than 3 fingers now - things getting very tight.  In and out he went, occassionally gracing me with a lick of his tongue. Over and over he went in and out.  Then things got REALLy tight and I felt his fingers spreading me open.  He began to talk again, ‘I am going to fist you and you are going to love it slut.’

OH MY GOD, I was soooooo nervous.  I had never been fisted before, even though I had many large objects inserted in my pussy.  In and out his fingers worked - spreading my pussy as wide as he could then I felt a sense of pain the immense and intense pleasure.  I felt his hand ball up inside me and the thrusting got more intense.  I was screaming and moaning in pleasure and pain but it was divine!  I started feeling this hot sensation, then I felt like I was going to pee.  I wanted to beg BG to stop (if I peed on him he would be really pissed - I think he would have anyway) but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop. 

BG took his other hand and started slapping my pussy and I felt like I was on fire.  I was going to explode and sooner rather than later.  On and on it went, this intense feeling and then I felt a rush of heat go to my pussy and a very intense and pleasurable sensation followed by the most intense orgasm I had ever had and a bunch of liquid spurting out of my pussy all over BG’s hand and bed.  I had squirted all over him!  He continued the fucking and slapping and I squirted all over! It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had (to this day!)

He praised me for my ‘orgasm’ and removed his hand slowly from my aching pussy.  Then he untied my legs and let them down.  He undid the handcuffs and told me to keep on the blindfold and to not let the anal plug come out.  Then he told me to get on my stomach and put my ass in the air.  I did as I was told, and he grabbed something off the bed.  It was our flogger.  I felt the tethers dancing over my ass and back and then I felt the smack!  It was hard to balance as I was holding the whip handle up my ass and my hands were getting the smacking of the tethers too.  I removed my hands and kept the handle in with my muscles.  This pleased BG and he pinched my ass and told me not to let it slip out.  He began the slow tease and smack routine again, over and over the dancing tethers then the hard smack of them on my ass.  Each one getting harder and each one making it harder to keep the handle in my ass.  Finally, he grabbed the handle out of my ass and I felt this amazing release and then I felt the harder smack of our studded paddle.  Over and over he hit my ass and legs. 

When my ass was raw with the pain BG stopped.  I felt him move in behind me - pushing his cock against my pussy lips.  He said, “now I am gonna give you what you deserve, a hard fuck!” and with that he entered me in one, fluid motion.  I was totally in his power.  He fucked me so hard and fast that I came almost instantly.  I didn’t realize I could cum so many times in a row.  I was totally in his control.  He was moaning and groaning and I thought he was going to cum.  he was carressing my ass with his hands and fucking me hard…..then he just stopped….I was totally perplexed.  He left the room and I dared not move.

He came back a few minutes later and told me to get on my knees.  I did so and he undid all the ropes.  He put my collar back on and lease as well.  Then he told me to lie down on my back and spread my legs.  He told me to take off my blindfold and select a toy from the nightstand and pleasure myself with it.  He said, “I want you to make me cum just by watching you fuck yourself.  If you can’t do it, I am going to fuck your ass with a bowling ball!”

I leaned back on the bed, having taken a big, black dildo to do my bidding.  I began to lick and caress it like it was a real man.  I watched BG stroking himself slowly.  I took my time playing with this toy and finally began to fuck myself with it, slowly. In and out.  It was a large toy, but after the fisting it didn’t seem so large.  I fucked myself hard and slow, long and hard - he was not looking close to cumming so I stepped it up a big.  I spread myself as far as I could, I took one hand and spread my pussy as wide as I could.  I stopped using the toy and fingered my clit talking to him as I did, ‘Oh Master, I want your big, huge cock inside my wet hole.  I am your fuck toy, please master, make me cum…..’ over and over as I thrust my fingers into myself and licked the juices off.  Harder and harder I played with myself and he was stroking himself harder.  I took the toy and started to fuck myself again - harder and harder until I came over and over and over. Then I got up on my knees and did something I shouldn’t have done, I bent toward him and took him in my mouth as I fucked myself and he came - instantly.  I was afraid of the punishment, but he was not upset with me, instead he kissed me, tasting himself.

I looked at the clock, it was 4:30 am Sunday morning……

We are not done yet, next installment is the finale….how much longer can this go on and what will he do next?  Oh, I cream just thinking about it…..

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Mar-OOOOooooo-thon Sex (Part II)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so maybe I underestimated myself when I said 2 parts - it will probably be like 3 or 4 parts!  Someone asked me how I remember all of this in such detail, the answer is, it was one of the hottest and most memorable sexual experiences of my life AND I have an almost photographic memory - so there ya go!

OK, so we continue at 2:00 am Saturday, I am lying in bed, clothespins placed on my pussy lips, and BG is watching a war flick in the other room while I am strapped down unable to move.

[4:30 am Saturday] - War flick ends, I am ready to burst I am in such pain / pleasure, I am confused and feeling….left out?  BG comes back in and flicks the clothespins a little, asking if I missed him.  I say, ‘yes’ and realize my voice is hoarsh.  He takes the clothespins off, one by one, the pleasure is now almost unbearable.

SIDE NOTE:  If you have not had clothespin play, let me explain.  The pleasure is in the RELEASING of the pins, not in the placing.

He leaves only the one on my clitoral hood and flicks that one a few times as the blood rushes back to my entire pussy - feeling tremendously arousing and hot.  He releases the last pin and graces me with a few slippery licks of his tonge, followed by the swift insertion of 3 fingers into my pussy.  I am totally in his power and begin to orgasm quickly - bucking up as far as I can get.  Just as I start to enjoy this he stops just as quickly as he had started.

He grabs the very melted ice from the big cup by the bed and gets a couple big pieces out.  He pours some of the cold water on my pussy and slides a few of the ice cubes into me.  I am shivering with cold AND pleasure - this is a welcome relief from the hotness left from the clothespins.

He pays no further attention to my pussy at this moment and instead goes up to my face and gives me a long, hard kiss.  Then he gives me the cup of icewater to drink.  I am parched so I drink as much as I can.  He then gets up on the bed and sits next to me.  My corset still on and laced up tight, he runs his fingers over the top of my breasts and attempts to touch my hard nipples underneath - but they are not as accessible under the leather corset.  He gets onto his knees and removes his boxers, revealing his very, hard cock.  He straddles my face placing it into my mouth - and I suck him the best I can without being able to move my hands.  He loved to deepthroat himself into me when I was helpless - trying to make me gag - and he did that now.  In a matter of minutes he came all over my face and upper chest - a big, hot load. 

Replacing his boxers, he moved over and released my wrists from the restraints, then my ankles.  It felt wondeful to be released, but I knew I was not done.  He told me to stand up and go to the bathroom, making sure to clean myself up.  I did so, taking my time to get all his cum off of me and reapply my make-up where needed.  I then went back to the bedroom where I saw a chair next to the bed.

[6:00 am SATURDAY] He told me to sit down and spread my legs on either side of the chair legs.  I did so and he got our bondage rope out and tied me to the chair, legs spread, hands to my sides grabbing the chair arms.  He then ‘tipped’ the chair so that it rested on the bed and I was in a semi-laying down position.  He placed a blanket under my head for cushion, and then one over me. He then told me to go to sleep.  Huh?  I was perplexed!  I had never been tied to go to sleep before, and highly doubted I could do it now, tied to a chair.  However, surprisingly enough, I did fall asleep and woke up much later feeling sore and stiff.

[12:00 NOON - SATURDAY] - I woke to the sound of the shower running and realized that BG was up and showering.  I had to pee very bad, and was wondering what was going on.  The room was very dark, despite the time on the clock.  I turned to try and look at the windows and noticed the dark blankets covering the window.  In a few minutes BG came back, smiled at me and asked me how I had slept?  He then tipped the chair up and gave me a kiss.  He asked if I had to go to the bathroom - I did - so he let me out of the ties, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and cleaned up - then came out.

He had breakfast waiting for me.  He told me to sit, as is (half naked) which I did.  Keep in mind, it is not a sub’s position to ask questions, so I didn’t.  He helped me eat breakfast - my arms were sore - gave me plenty of time to do so.  After a rather lesiurely and confusing breakfast / lunch, he told me to clean up and come to the living room.

I did the dishes and then reported back to the living room.  He was sitting, naked, in the chair.  There was his bedroom dressing mirror across from the chair (I wondered about that).  He told me to kneel and suck his cock - which I did.  I figured out, of course, that when sitting in the chair he could look at the mirror and see my naked ass and pussy kneeling in front of him, sucking him off.  Quite ingenious actually.

I did my best at this feat still wondering if he would get enough of these BJS and want to fuck at some point!  After he came in my mouth he told me to sit at his feet.  I sat comfortably on the floor by his feet as we watched some television.  Nothing important, just random channels. 

[2:30 pm SATURDAY]  After watching TV for a bit he turned it off and told me to lie down on the floor and pleasure myself.  I was a bit confused, I had maturbated for him before, but this random request seemed out of context.  Here I was, still half dressed, all these hours later, and we STILL hadn’t fucked!  I did as I was told, fingering myself and getting more excited.  BG handed me a realistic dildo and told me to fuck myself with it.  Hey, at least I was getting fucked finally!  I loved to masturbate in front of him - it always made me HOT.  I came many times - about 4 - just doing myself until he told me to stop.  He told me he knew “I needed some release” and he was right.

Back to the bathroom, I cleaned up well and then was beckoned back to the bedroom.  Back onto the chair I was tied in the exact same way as before.  He tilted me back again [huh?  more sleep?] but then he relit the candles by the bed and our sex wax candle.  Oh, I got it then.  He dripped the hot wax all over the tips of my breasts and down my tummy, finally getting my very exposed and hot clit!  I LOVE hot wax - it is sensual and sexy.  He let the wax cool, then started taking pictures of my wax-covered pussy. He loved to take erotic photographs of our bondage.  I was aching I was so hot!  I wanted HIM to fuck me - I was done playing - but he wasn’t.  This was just the beginning of this night -just the beginning…..

[6:00 pm SATURDAY] ….this is where I will leave off…but come back soon cause it is gonna get HOT up in here!!!!

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Mar-OOOOoooooo-thon Sex (by request)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2008 by mikayla1

PART I:  YES, I TAKE REQUESTS

Happy Tuesday blogging world!  I am so sorry I have been MIA for a while, but it is final time, and I had papers to grade!  I am finished now for a few weeks and can devote more time to writing and fun!  Anyway, I had a request by Mike to describe a marathon night of sex.  Since this particular night, well weekend, was very intense, I am going to divide my retelling into 2 or 3 parts!  Today is Part I of my longest night of sex ever!  Hold on to your panties and boxers - it is going to be a wild ride!

~OK, so I have briefly discussed Bondage Guy, who was, among other things, my longest relationship, a very controlling and dominant man, and I willingly served as his sub until he took the DOM role a bit too far and did something that I could not forgive [more on that on a later post].  Anyway, it was with him that all my longest sex sessions were held.  They were very calculated, very precise and always FUN, but I will warn, this is not for the weak of heart - these were intense sexual situations, and I DO NOT recommend that anyone try some of these things at home!

So, this was about 5 years into our relationship.  We had become very involved in BDSM and were comfortable playing that way.  We had many long sessions, but this particular time BG said that he wanted to take me the entire weekend, over and over and over….OK, so I was up for it.  I assumed he meant ‘all weekend’ as in, some Friday, some Saturday, etc…..NO, he meant ALLLL WEEKEND!

So, we began on Friday.  He told me to come to his apartment with nothing but the clothes on my back.  I got there and he had ordered in Italian food - my favorite at the time.  We sat and had a nice, romantic dinner with wine, candles, and great food.

SIDE NOTE:  For those of you who are unfamiliar with BDSM and think, ‘hey, he was NICE to his sub’ - yes, DOMS typially LOVE their subs and treat them well.

So anyway, he gave me a nice dinner, we chatted and then he gave me a nice massge (full body) and helped me to shower and shave (he was the one who introduced me to pussy shaving).  He dried me off and brought me my ‘garb’ - a new leather back-lacing corset, matching thong, dog collar.  I got dressed with his help and put on make-up [I could never go without make-up] and put my hair back in a slick ponytail.

All ready to serve and to play, BG led me to the bedroom which was lit with literally a hundred candles.  I saw on the bed some black tethers - they were new, this would be our inagural use of them - and some of our basic toys:  sex wax, tethers, paddle, leash, ice cubes, handcuffs, rope, vibrators, anal plugs, dildos, wine bottles, clothespins - you know basic stuff.

BG led me to the bed and instructed me to sit down.  He stroked my face tenderly then ordered me to get on my knees and take him in my mouth.  The play had begun [8:00 pm Friday].  I did what I was told and undid his pants taking out his semi-erect cock.  I began to suck it slowly and licking it up and down.  When he got harder he told me to ‘put it all in his mouth’ - which I did.  He took my head and forced his cock into my throat [I never gag] and then out and in again.  This introductory session gave him his first cum of the evening - he liked to get number 1 over with fairly quickly.

Pulling me up by my leash he ordered me to spread my legs and bend over the bed.  Pushing my face into the bed he took my hands and handcuffed them behind me.  He kicked my legs apart slightly more and ordered me not to make a sound.  He took our leather and fur double sided paddle and began to slowly and intentionally hit my ass with it.  Harder and harder each thump got until I felt the heat of the welt growing on my ass.  Staying quiet was beginning to get harder to do - and he knew this - so he used the fur side to give my bottom a break.  pulling the thong up between my pussy lips and into my crack - the pleasure/pain principle was almost too much!

After a short break he changed tools and got our mini-tethers.  First he tickled my ass and between my legs with it - then SMACK - hard on the ass - I welped a bit - and this cost me another slap on the ass.  This went on for a good while until I had tears running down my face and wanted so badly to turn over!  The time finally came when he hoisted me up by my hands and turned me around to kiss him [my reward for being quiet] then he pushed me gently down onto the bed, my hands still behind my back.  BG ordered me to spread my legs [finally, some relief] and I did so.  The thong was wet and I was ready.  He took the tethers again and made them dance between my legs.  The thong a very unwanted obstruction to my wetness.  He took the handle and rubbed up back and forth between my slit - ohhhhh it was heavenly, I can almost feel it now - and then he SMACKED it down onto my clit - hard!  I came in a gush like no other [but remained silent].  He knew I had cum, and that pleased him.  He took the paddle again and started smacking my pussy a little harder each time until it was red around the edges of the tiny thong.  I was in massive pain and pleasure and with about every 5 smacks I came like a freak!

When I almost couldn’t bear this anymore, BG pulled me up and uncuffed my hands, ordering me back to the floor for another BJ.  This time he teased my mouth with his cock - in a little, out a little - ordering me to use my hands.  I did as I was told, doing the best that I could.  Using tongue, hands, mouth - deepthroat.  He stopped in a few minutes and put his boxers back on.

[I was very confused, we had played many times before, and this was not his normal agenda.  Usually this next BJ ended up with mutual oral then sex, then some play - this was different]

[10:15 pm FRIDAY]  As you can see from my timeline, BG took his time.  Each separate event was never rushed, but this was even longer than I was used to.  I was confused and aroused - and a bit scared.  We had a safe word [if I ever got uncomfortable I would say this word and he would stop]. 

So BG then pulled me up by the collar, put the leash on, and ordered me to follow him on my hands and knees.  Crawling like a dog, I followed him through the kitchen to get some beers, then to the living room.  He sat in the chair, I knelt on the floor.  He told me to ’stay’ and went to put in a movie - porn of course - and sat down.  He ordered me to rub his feet and suck his toes [this was BG's big thing - toe sucking] - so I began to do what I was told.  I literally sucked his toes for an hour and a half while he watched porn and drank beer.  When the movie ended, he allowed me to sit up, gave me a beer to drink and told me I could ‘relax’ on the floor - which I did. 

[So now I am thinking, it is past midnight, we are still in clothes, I haven't done half the things I normally do, what the heck is going on?]

After I drank my beer, BG told me to get up, stand in front of him and spread my legs (FINALLY!) so I did.  He pulls the thong UP between my slit hard and keeps holding it until I am forced up onto my toes.  He asks me, “you KNOW you love to serve me, you KNOW you love me to fuck you, you LOVE to suck my cock, and you are going to do it and like it all weekend, do you understand?” - I answer  yes, and he releases the thong, giving my pussy a quick slap with his palm.

[12:30 am SATURDAY]  BG orders me to follow him on hands and knees to the bathroom, he has me go to the bathroom while he watches [another one of his things]. He washes me with a wipe and leads me back to the bedroom.  He orders me to the bed and ties my hands and feet into the restraints.  He gets between my legs and rips the thong right off [NOW we are getting somewhere!]  He takes the clothespins that are nearby and begins to place them one by one on my pussy lips, until there were probably 4 on each side.  He then lifts up my clitoral hood and places one there - which HURT!

SIDE NOTE:  This is NOT for the weak of heart or those with low pain tolerance!  It is VERY painful (in a good way)

In a matter of minutes the pain turned to numbness and I was dying to have them removed.  BG guy got off the bed, left the room and I heard him in the living room watching another DVD.  This one sounded like a war movie.  Now I was really confused….here I was, strapped to the bed, half naked, with clothespins on my pussy and he was what, watching Bridge Over River Kawai? 

That is how BG left me.  There, pulsating in pleasure and pain, confused and alone - but OH so aroused!

[2:00 am Saturday]  Here is where I end for the day.  Orgasm count [as requested] is about 20 or so.

Part II tomorrow or later today…..

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Welcome Home Sex….

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2008 by mikayla1

Have you ever had “welcome home sex?”  You know what I mean, your lover is gone for any length of time, he or she comes home and you fuck like horny little rabbits?  A ‘Welcome Home Fuck’ as it were!  Yep, that is exactly what I did last night….welcomed my man home in style!

Ladies (or gentlemen) if you have a partner who travels on business, is in the military, or you do not live together for any reason whatsoever, it is important - NO, IMPERATIVE - that you always welcome them home with words AND deeds - and by deeds I mean sex!

There are some rules to the ‘welcome home fuck’ - and they are important rules.  Here they are (for those of you interested - the rest of you, well too bad, read em’ anyway!):

Rule #1:  NO QUICKIES!  Welcome home sex is NEVER short and sweet, it is loooonnnngg and erotic. Now, if your man has been gone a loooooonnnnnng, long time - then it might be a quickie for obvious reasons - but then you can just do it again!

Rule#2:  FOREPLAY IS A MUST!  Yep, this is not intercourse only, you have to have the full sexual buffet from the salad to the dessert!  No skimping on this sexual meal!

Rule #3:  EXTRA SPECIAL SOMETHINGS FOR HIM OR HER!  Yep, that is right, when your lover comes back from afar you need to give them extra special attention.  That means, great mind-blowing blowjobs for HIM or long, loving, clitoral licks for HER.  Make it special and take your time to pleasure!

Rule #4:  WEAR SOMETHING SPECIAL! Yeah, I know, ‘it doesn’t stay on that long, why wear it?’  I call BS!  Nothing turns a man on more than seeing his lover with some silky sheer something!  Men, you can buy silky boxers - trust me, your gal will love it.

Rule #5:  NO RULES!  Don’t plan out your sex too much, just go with it and let the heat of the moment overtake you.  Kiss them hard, fondle, touch, caress.  Devour them in sexual foreplay.  Build-it up and build-it up more.  Foreplay until you have no spit left, then fuck them hard like you have been waiting your whole life to do it.

Rule #6:  BE FREAKY! No man or woman wants to come home to ‘plain Jane’ - they want JANE, THE AMAZON TEMPTRESS!  Get your freak on with some anal sex, use some toys, bring ice to the bedroom - change it up and give him or her a super freaky thrill!

So, that about summarizes ‘welcome home sex’ rules.  Let me share how I welcomed my hard-working hubby home.  I made him a nice, home-cooked dinner (men love good food ladies, learn how to cook!) - and after the boys were in bed I slipped into something sexy (black corset, panties) and put on music, lit candles, got a bunch of toys out and a big, glass of ice!

Then I led him by hand to the bedroom.  He protested at first (bathroom break) but I had other plans.  I took down his pants and shirt, took down his boxers and wiped him down lovingly with a washcloth and warm water.  All clean and time to get dirty.  Long kisses, hard pinches, caresses and tugs - led to a long, long blowjob where I skillfully (yes, I have skilllzzz) brought him to the brink and back until finally letting him cum in my mouth.

Then, we moved on to foreplay where he got to watch (and help) me play with some of my favorite toys.  Getting hard again was no problem, but he moved on to oral sex for me and then a seductive 69.  I pulled ice from the jar for this killer BJ, sending shivers up his spine and through his cock.  When he was getting close I put him on his back and got out his favorite prostate massager (yes, my HETERO man loves anal play - deal with it!)  This is where it got good.  Once in and he was starting to feel the sensations of HIS orgasm cumming, I got on top of him with the massager still in and rode him until he screamed my name in pleasure and intensity!

Now THAT is the way to welcome your man home ladies!  Never forget the importance of the ‘welcome home fuck!’

 

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A NEW Man in MY WICKED BED….

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2008 by mikayla1

SHHhhhhhhsssssshhhhh, don’t tell my hubby, but I had a new man in my bed last night…and it was FANTASTIC!  He had thick, black hair that fell a little in front of his piercing GREEN eyes, a tiny bit of 6:00 shadow (which is a little more defined than a 5:00 shadow) graced his strong-boned face and a tiny goatee framed his gorgeous, straight, WHITE teeth.  His body was toned but not ’superman muscular’ as well as nicely tanned.  His hands were soft, but strong and LARGE - when he held me….oh baby, I felt like I could float.  His butt is one of those ‘looks good in jeans, looks FUCKING HOT out of them (and in his sweet boxers that showed just a bit of the buldge of his cock) - and the cock….oh BABY that cock was long - at least 9 inches, thick and hairfree!  PERFECT MANHOOD!

Knowing my hubby was out of town we agreed to meet up at my house after the boys were in bed.  I waited naked in my bed, anxiously awaiting his arrival.  He silently let himself in, sliding naked into my bed.  Ohhhh, I had waited all day for him to arrive.  His hot breath on my neck, his soft kisses leading to soft caresses over my breasts and nipples.  Feeling his touch is almost too much.  He parts my legs and leads his skillful and fast fluttering fingers directly to my wet slit and pays attention too all my sacred spaces - especially my hot clit!

He moves his fingers in and out of me….driving me absolutely wild!  Using his manly hands to stimulate my hot button.  Moving on top of me, he places that hard, thick, GOD’S GIFT TO WOMAN inside my wet, waiting pussy - sending me almost immediately into orgasm…but I hold off, savoring his touch, his magical touch!  He knows I want to cum and takes advantage of my hot state by putting his fingers on hyper-overdrive - fingering my clit so quickly that I had no choice but to explode into orgasm - terrible, pleasurable, intense, immense - ORGASM!  His touch was so wonderful, so complete, so full-filling it was almost ELECTRIC - or at least, BATTERY POWERED!!!!

Don’t panic, I didn’t cheat on my hubby, but I did have ONE HELL Of a fantasy!  Whoo wee it was HAWT!  What better thing to do when you find yourself alone in your bed than to have a hot fantasy with your favorite fantasy lover?  I used my favorite dual action and got down and dirty with the guy I saw working at Old Navy the other night.  He sold me a hot bill of goods, I tell you! 

Fantasies are a healthy, natural part of any sex life - solo or within your partnership.  I often fantasize about my hubby, the guy at Old Navy and even famous people, such as Angelina Jolie (pre-Brad and Baby fest) or Val Kilmer (only in THE SAINT) - and get my freak on with the assistance of my best fantasy pals!  Let’s face it, what is more fun, lying there using a toy and just cumming - ORRRR - framing your playtime within the context of some great fantasy!  I will tell you - FANTASY!  Last night there was a sexy new man in my bed….isn’t it time you brought one (or woman) into yours???

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