“Some call it torture, I call it foreplay…”
Long story, with a bit of back story. Cut to be nice... ^__^
So, tonight Chris and I were finally able to go to First Friday. For this BDSM group that he and I now belong. It was at a bar, and I suck at pool, and well, don’t drink, at least not for about another year, give or take given how long I breast feed, I still had a fan-fucking-tastic time!!
I met so many wonderful people! There was only really one that I met whom I didn’t personally like. But I think that’s because I’m extremely territorial about what, and who is mine… Some of the females their, I have already given Chris my consent to. (For those of you in the dark, Chris and I have a quasi- semi (sp?) Open relationship. But there are a lot of hoops separate individuals have to jump through in order to share our bed, with one or both of us. Christopher’s biggest rule is he has to be involved. And I adhere to that. My biggest rule is I have to give my consent, before the act. And thus far all rules have been obeyed.
So, anyways, wonderful people the lot of them, any one of them I could hang with at any given time, and all the touchie-feelieness that goes along with it! I took to the group very easily, being that I feel comfortable. Which is good. Because I’ve belonged to other groups of that nature, and in none of them did I ever feel like I could let my guard down, for fear of the unwanted attention my physical being might gain… If you catch my meaning…
We weren’t there from beginning to end, given our lack of being on time 100% of the time for this reason or that, and well, my lovely little sister who gave me *The BEST EVER Yule gift!! EVER!!* All I got from her was a card. A card containing a letter from her to me, saying that I had 10 free IOU’s from her to me and Chris. So that she will watch Lennon for us, no matter the day, or hour, as long as if she has to work the next day we come to get Lennon the same night, but other than that it could happen all day long! Like I said, it’s *The BEST EVER Yule gift!! EVER!!* And we used our first one tonight! So I could actually meet the people I have been e-mailing/talking to on .aim.&.yim. How cool!! And I got a lot of good vibies from these folks. Most from what I have gathered share not only sexual fetish as I, but they also hold certain relationship traits as Chris and I. Which makes teh me happy!!
So, anyways, (cuz this is getting longer than I originally thought it would…) on the way to my sisters to get my child, Chris and I are talking, about Josh, and how he was so obviously hard up for this girl there. But then Chris asked me what I thought about the group. And I smiled and told him that I had a very good time, and I was very glad to have finally gotten the chance to go, that he was the one who took me, that he is who he is in my life. And how that there are at least two, if not three females that I met tonight that he has my permission for. And he smiled wider, and said; “Well that’s good, because so and so and I have already kind of talked about that, so it might just happen…”
Now granted that statement from your S.O. should be concerning, but, in an odd way, it really just turned me on. But I’d want to watch. Which is more concerning to me than the statement from my husband… Because, honestly, I’m totally not voyeuristic. But far I am an exhibitionist. But I am very in love with my husband, and his body. Shallow I know, but Chris is damn sexy in every way that I want a man to be sexy… Yum…
Like I love his sloping forehead, because it’s just so tragically Norse, I love his stiff, well defined chin, :: Bites lower lip :: I couldn’t imagine a world without his blue eyes!! Goddess, do I melt when they look at me… I love his lips that never fail to give me a good morning kiss, even if I’m still sleeping… I go to sleep knowing that the first kiss I will ever get the next day comes from the lips of the man I love. It thrills me to my very core when he holds me close to him with his arms. Those strong arms. I love how safe they, and he make me feel. I love his chest, and every hair on it. Mind you, Chris is German, and not Hairy. So don’t get that idea. Because I’m not a big fan of very hairy chests. But Chris walks away with just the right amount. I love his legs. I love their power. I even love his feet enough to touch them, to regularly cut his nails. Not because he is my Dom, but because I want to, in order to save my own legs/ankles/feet at night. ^__~ I love his bubble ass. I love how it feels when I garb it to pull him in deeper… And of course I LOVE his penis. Even if he refers to it as “Captain”. And, Ladies, I’m sure we all know what it is to have the perfect penis. It goes in just deep enough, and it’s just the right girth to let you feel it all over. The kind that when you think about having it, makes you weak in the knees…
And on that note, I bring to you…
{Warning, sever ADULT content follows detailing an act of consensual intercourse by legal adults. You have been warned. Read at your own peril.}
So, Chris, Lennon, and I get home, we put Lennon back to bed, and he goes out like a light. Chris and I do our respective nightly ritual in order to mellow out, and get ready for bed. And then we go to bed. But we don’t go to sleep. At least not right away… We proceed to continue, what has become a series of really mind blowing sex.
He starts off the night, going down on me. And if you have never felt the awesome power that is Chris’s tongue, than I am soooo sorry for you. But to give you all a rough idea, he can do things that no man before him has been able to do. At least not with the proficiency he does them. Like somehow, getting me off with head was this combination lock, that he had to break. But since the first time, he’s known just where to lick next, and with just the right amount of pressure. Now I, like most females, when they orgasm they clench up, and their hips raise up off the bed. Normally the only real noticeable thing is the clenching, given the fact of the weight, and possession of their partner. But when a girl gets head, that weight isn’t there, so with me, I have to rest my legs on Chris’s arms, so I don’t strangle him, and he in turn wraps his arms around my hips/waist, so that when I buck, he can either go with me, or hold me down. I like it when he holds me down the best. So, within a short time span, he’s holding on to me, and I’m doing my best to not kill him, all the while screaming, moaning, calling to the Gods, and to Chris…
Then he moves to enter me, lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, and slowly eases his engorged penis deep inside my clenched vagina. And he takes his time, and goes slow for a bit, until he’s sure I’ve cum again, then and only then does he let my legs drop down to wrap themselves around his… And then he picks up the speed. Not drastically, but enough to make a big difference. And when I grab at his legs and ass to drive him in deeper, he changes the tempo of the dance, and takes me up in his arms, grabbing at my hair, breathing on my neck, I can hear his heart beat in my ear… And I struggle to hold him close, and touch his strong arms that I adore so much… My moans, and cries do not get any quieter. If anything they grow in volume. (To the extent that I’m surprised my neighbors haven’t complained…) I run my fingers through his hair, holding his head in my hand, letting him know in the most basic form, that I love him, I will always love him, and I will never abandon him.
Then he stops. And is out of me. It’s nothing I have done, and he is far from finished with me yet. I know what to do. I know just what he wants. So I struggle to get on my hands and knees. Struggling because I have lost feeling in my legs, and my entire body is shaking and convulsing with each wave of the latest orgasm, which by this point, I have completely lost count, and in the good way.
Once I am on my hands and knees, and he has adjusted my height, I feel him again. And a whole new shudder rolls over my being. I start to oppose his back and forth movement. Countering his with some of my own, in reverse order, so that he pounds me harder. He’s aware I do this, and allows it because it goes to show how much I love having him inside me. Now I feel his warm, calloused, strong, big hands on my shoulders, inching closer and closer to my throat. Not because he intends me harm, or would even want to make me feel as though he does, but so he can get at my hair. With both hands, one on either side of my head, he reaches to the root, and pulls my head back, and pounds in even harder, until he is ready to be spent. When he almost violently releases me, quite literally letting me fall with my top half on the bed as he, himself falls forward, twitching violently inside me…
I used to say; “No one fucks me, like I fuck me.” But now I think I’m going to have to change it to; “No one fucks me, like Chris fucks me.”
So, tonight Chris and I were finally able to go to First Friday. For this BDSM group that he and I now belong. It was at a bar, and I suck at pool, and well, don’t drink, at least not for about another year, give or take given how long I breast feed, I still had a fan-fucking-tastic time!!
I met so many wonderful people! There was only really one that I met whom I didn’t personally like. But I think that’s because I’m extremely territorial about what, and who is mine… Some of the females their, I have already given Chris my consent to. (For those of you in the dark, Chris and I have a quasi- semi (sp?) Open relationship. But there are a lot of hoops separate individuals have to jump through in order to share our bed, with one or both of us. Christopher’s biggest rule is he has to be involved. And I adhere to that. My biggest rule is I have to give my consent, before the act. And thus far all rules have been obeyed.
So, anyways, wonderful people the lot of them, any one of them I could hang with at any given time, and all the touchie-feelieness that goes along with it! I took to the group very easily, being that I feel comfortable. Which is good. Because I’ve belonged to other groups of that nature, and in none of them did I ever feel like I could let my guard down, for fear of the unwanted attention my physical being might gain… If you catch my meaning…
We weren’t there from beginning to end, given our lack of being on time 100% of the time for this reason or that, and well, my lovely little sister who gave me *The BEST EVER Yule gift!! EVER!!* All I got from her was a card. A card containing a letter from her to me, saying that I had 10 free IOU’s from her to me and Chris. So that she will watch Lennon for us, no matter the day, or hour, as long as if she has to work the next day we come to get Lennon the same night, but other than that it could happen all day long! Like I said, it’s *The BEST EVER Yule gift!! EVER!!* And we used our first one tonight! So I could actually meet the people I have been e-mailing/talking to on .aim.&.yim. How cool!! And I got a lot of good vibies from these folks. Most from what I have gathered share not only sexual fetish as I, but they also hold certain relationship traits as Chris and I. Which makes teh me happy!!
So, anyways, (cuz this is getting longer than I originally thought it would…) on the way to my sisters to get my child, Chris and I are talking, about Josh, and how he was so obviously hard up for this girl there. But then Chris asked me what I thought about the group. And I smiled and told him that I had a very good time, and I was very glad to have finally gotten the chance to go, that he was the one who took me, that he is who he is in my life. And how that there are at least two, if not three females that I met tonight that he has my permission for. And he smiled wider, and said; “Well that’s good, because so and so and I have already kind of talked about that, so it might just happen…”
Now granted that statement from your S.O. should be concerning, but, in an odd way, it really just turned me on. But I’d want to watch. Which is more concerning to me than the statement from my husband… Because, honestly, I’m totally not voyeuristic. But far I am an exhibitionist. But I am very in love with my husband, and his body. Shallow I know, but Chris is damn sexy in every way that I want a man to be sexy… Yum…
Like I love his sloping forehead, because it’s just so tragically Norse, I love his stiff, well defined chin, :: Bites lower lip :: I couldn’t imagine a world without his blue eyes!! Goddess, do I melt when they look at me… I love his lips that never fail to give me a good morning kiss, even if I’m still sleeping… I go to sleep knowing that the first kiss I will ever get the next day comes from the lips of the man I love. It thrills me to my very core when he holds me close to him with his arms. Those strong arms. I love how safe they, and he make me feel. I love his chest, and every hair on it. Mind you, Chris is German, and not Hairy. So don’t get that idea. Because I’m not a big fan of very hairy chests. But Chris walks away with just the right amount. I love his legs. I love their power. I even love his feet enough to touch them, to regularly cut his nails. Not because he is my Dom, but because I want to, in order to save my own legs/ankles/feet at night. ^__~ I love his bubble ass. I love how it feels when I garb it to pull him in deeper… And of course I LOVE his penis. Even if he refers to it as “Captain”. And, Ladies, I’m sure we all know what it is to have the perfect penis. It goes in just deep enough, and it’s just the right girth to let you feel it all over. The kind that when you think about having it, makes you weak in the knees…
And on that note, I bring to you…
{Warning, sever ADULT content follows detailing an act of consensual intercourse by legal adults. You have been warned. Read at your own peril.}
So, Chris, Lennon, and I get home, we put Lennon back to bed, and he goes out like a light. Chris and I do our respective nightly ritual in order to mellow out, and get ready for bed. And then we go to bed. But we don’t go to sleep. At least not right away… We proceed to continue, what has become a series of really mind blowing sex.
He starts off the night, going down on me. And if you have never felt the awesome power that is Chris’s tongue, than I am soooo sorry for you. But to give you all a rough idea, he can do things that no man before him has been able to do. At least not with the proficiency he does them. Like somehow, getting me off with head was this combination lock, that he had to break. But since the first time, he’s known just where to lick next, and with just the right amount of pressure. Now I, like most females, when they orgasm they clench up, and their hips raise up off the bed. Normally the only real noticeable thing is the clenching, given the fact of the weight, and possession of their partner. But when a girl gets head, that weight isn’t there, so with me, I have to rest my legs on Chris’s arms, so I don’t strangle him, and he in turn wraps his arms around my hips/waist, so that when I buck, he can either go with me, or hold me down. I like it when he holds me down the best. So, within a short time span, he’s holding on to me, and I’m doing my best to not kill him, all the while screaming, moaning, calling to the Gods, and to Chris…
Then he moves to enter me, lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, and slowly eases his engorged penis deep inside my clenched vagina. And he takes his time, and goes slow for a bit, until he’s sure I’ve cum again, then and only then does he let my legs drop down to wrap themselves around his… And then he picks up the speed. Not drastically, but enough to make a big difference. And when I grab at his legs and ass to drive him in deeper, he changes the tempo of the dance, and takes me up in his arms, grabbing at my hair, breathing on my neck, I can hear his heart beat in my ear… And I struggle to hold him close, and touch his strong arms that I adore so much… My moans, and cries do not get any quieter. If anything they grow in volume. (To the extent that I’m surprised my neighbors haven’t complained…) I run my fingers through his hair, holding his head in my hand, letting him know in the most basic form, that I love him, I will always love him, and I will never abandon him.
Then he stops. And is out of me. It’s nothing I have done, and he is far from finished with me yet. I know what to do. I know just what he wants. So I struggle to get on my hands and knees. Struggling because I have lost feeling in my legs, and my entire body is shaking and convulsing with each wave of the latest orgasm, which by this point, I have completely lost count, and in the good way.
Once I am on my hands and knees, and he has adjusted my height, I feel him again. And a whole new shudder rolls over my being. I start to oppose his back and forth movement. Countering his with some of my own, in reverse order, so that he pounds me harder. He’s aware I do this, and allows it because it goes to show how much I love having him inside me. Now I feel his warm, calloused, strong, big hands on my shoulders, inching closer and closer to my throat. Not because he intends me harm, or would even want to make me feel as though he does, but so he can get at my hair. With both hands, one on either side of my head, he reaches to the root, and pulls my head back, and pounds in even harder, until he is ready to be spent. When he almost violently releases me, quite literally letting me fall with my top half on the bed as he, himself falls forward, twitching violently inside me…
I used to say; “No one fucks me, like I fuck me.” But now I think I’m going to have to change it to; “No one fucks me, like Chris fucks me.”