I am Not Embarrassed

Courtsey of Facebook

Warning: I’m going to try not to be too ranty here.

I like sex. A lot. I like all that it entails. I like the foreplay. Penetration. I like it vanilla and I like it kinky. I like when it lasts all night and I like it when it lasts 5 minutes.

I like oral sex, anal sex, solo sex. I like sex that leaves you exhausted in a heap of sweat and I like sex that is slow and relaxing.

I like the feel of his cum inside me, whether it’s in my mouth or in my pussy. I like the velvety skin of his cock and the roughness of a day old beard on my inner thighs. I like his fingers on my breasts and in my pussy.

I like to make him cum. With my hand, my mouth, my body. I like to watch him get hard, with my words, my touch. I like to pleasure him. Make him want. Watch the pleasure move across his face.

I like to cum. From his cock, his fingers, his tongue, his words. I like orgasms that are quick and intense and those that are long and sensuous. I like them from nipple play, from fingering, from anal, clitoral, vaginal and G-spot. I like squirting, soaking the sheets and slashing cum off his hand.

I like to masturbate. Make myself cum. I like circling my clit and pulling on my nipples. I like using vibrators, dildos, and my hand. I like to read erotic and watch porn.

I like sex. I like to talk about it, read about it and write about it.

I am not embarrassed.

I will not throw it in your face, or make you feel uncomfortable. Honestly, I probably won’t even bring it up first. I will not give you raunchy details or false impressions. If you ask questions, I will answer them. If you ask for advice, I will give it.

I like sex and I am not embarrassed. Don’t expect me to be. Sex is a natural part of life. It’s enjoyable and I like it. I do what I do behind closed doors and there is nothing wrong with it. Nothing immoral, indecent, unethical or unnatural. It is sane, safe and consensual.

I am not embarrassed.

……………………………………….

Courtsey of Facebook

A few weeks ago, on a crazy Friday afternoon, I finally made it into my office around 3:20, with only 10 minutes before my next appointment. There was a yellow sticky note on my desk, a quick note from a supervisor (not my direct supervisor), asking me to come see them. I make my way through the maze of cubicles and stick my head through her office door.

“You wanted to see me?”

She welcomes me in, and nods towards her door, which I pull shut behind me as I  sit down across from her. We are pseudo-friends,this supervisor and I. Our kids go to school together, we belong to the same church, know a lot of the same people. I’ve been to a purse party at her house and have drank wine with her and her husband.

She begins by telling me she’s “just going to say it” instead of beating around the bush. Someone in my office, someone in “administration,” is apparently friends with someone I’m friends with on Facebook. I nod, confusion spreads across my face. She goes on to say that with our job, “being in the community,” that we have a reputation to uphold. I agreed, explaining that I haven’t used my Facebook in almost two years for that very reason. I have no desire for any of my clients to have that much of a glimpse into my personal life.

She acknowledges that she “saw that” when a co-worker came to her, unsure of what to do, not wanting to go to my own supervisor, an uber-conservative, ultra-religious man who blushed when I asked if he had any more condoms, because the supply I had for my teenage clients was running low. This co-worker, they came to her to show her that I had a few (less than 5) Facebook “likes” for sex toys, dated from October of last year.

“Ahh…” I say, remembering a text message from my bff last fall, telling me my “like” of a butt plug just jumped up on her screen. So I explain. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I’m a writer.” She nods, says she remembers me mentioning that. I explain that last winter, when I decided I was going to start writing again, I was researching all sort of ways to earn compensation. I tell how I found edenfantasys, how I write sex toy reviews for them. I describe how they have a point system, and that you can earn points for “liking.” I say that I have a separate Facebook account, one that is protected, that has no connection to me, my name, my phone number, my email, that I use for that purpose. I tell how my computer synced to the wrong account last fall, I found out about it, and had thought I deleted them, but apparently I missed a few.

She stares at me. There is long, awkward pause. “You write reviews for sex toys…” her voices raises at the end, asking a question that is not really a question. “Yes,” I say, and give her a few details about edenfantasys, explaining how I started by doing lingerie reviews. She leans across her desk, interested. She asks a few questions. I answer. She tells me how her husband had joined her in a “thong-of-the-month” club, where he would pick out a pair of panties and have them mailed to her, a secret surprise when she’s find them in the mail box. We chat about this for awhile, discussing both programs, the pros and cons of each.

I glance at the clock, and realize I’m already 15 minutes late for my last appointment. “I’ll delete them when I get home from work,” I say, standing up, “I’ve got a home visit I’m late for.” She looks at me like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Then she remembers. She straightens in her seat and her hands move to fumble with papers on her desk.

“Ok. That’s good.” She looks at me. “So… This conversation can just stay here…” There she goes again, her voice asking a question that isn’t a question.

“Yes. I’ll take care of it.”

She nods, blushing as she realizes the conversation went a little different than she had anticipated, perhaps a little concerned with what she shared, with the questions she asked. “Good.” She looks down at her desk. “Well, I’ll make sure it ends here. There’s no reason for it to go any further.”

“Agreed.” I smile at her as I stand. “Thank you,” I say and walk out of her office, laughing to myself that she gets thongs in the mail and fuming that I was Facebook stalked by a co-worker. I was frustrated that they didn’t come to me before going to a supervisor and pissed off that it was not “okay” for me to like a sex toy.

…………………….

I guess what it comes down to is that I don’t understand why sex is such a big deal. Why does it make people so uncomfortable? Why are people embarrassed about pleasure? About sex? About something that everyone does, but doesn’t talk about? What is so fucking shameful? People can talk about divorce, about hemorrhoids and financial woes. They discuss medical procedures, politics and religious beliefs. They tell about 401(k)s, their children’s poop patterns and their husband’s snoring. But sex? Sex is off the table.

I don’t fucking understand.

30 Days of Submission: Day 2

courtesy of tumblr

If you missed Day 1, I’m participating in a 30 Days of Submission meme that I found over at LunaKM’s. So without further ado, let’s get on with the show.

Describe who you might submit to and how. Are you exclusively submissive in marriage or just in the bedroom? Are you submissive only in the context of a scene or in a role or throughout your daily life? Are you submissive to play partners or only in the context of a relationship?

I submit to M. And although I should not attempt to predict the future, I can’t ever imagine submitting to anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, it different circumstances, I could see myself bottoming to someone, or topping for that matter, but not submitting. I will never be collared to someone else and he will be the only Sir I ever have.

And I don’t think it has to do with the fact we’re married or that he is my husband. It has more to do with our relationship, our connection, our ability to trust each other. I don’t think I could give that gift to someone else. It is too deep in my soul and in my heart. Something, that no matter what the future holds, is only his.

As I’ve mentioned before, my submission is not only in the bedroom, but part of our daily life. But the more I think on this, I realize this has little to do with rules or obligations. It does not matter who’s fucking who or what we call one another.  Because my submission, more than anything, is a mindset. It’s how I want to devote myself to M, be all I can be for him. It’s how I know he’ll protect me, care for me, nurture me.

Take that away, and it’s just sex. Fun sex, but just sex nonetheless. If M were never to spank me, twist his hand into my hair, or wrap his fingers around my neck, I would still be submissive to him. I would still submit to his will, where ever it would take me. And I would trust in him, that it was just where I needed to be.

 

Friday (6/7/13) is Boobday!

Yay! It’s been such a long week, I’ve been looking forward to Friday since Wednesday! Boobies always make me feel better.

And this week, it’s a two for one, at least for the ladies. This was actually taken with last week’s Boobday. Not my favorite pic, but it’ll do. And… it’s a lead into another topic… Dick day. Now G posted about it yesterday, so I’m finally getting around to putting it out there.

How many of y’all are wanting to do dick day? I’m willing to host it, but I want there to be a real interest, because honestly, as much as I like cock, I don’t need my inbox filled with them just for the sake of sending cock shots. So let me know, and I’ll figure this thing out.

Peace out y’all.

And make sure to go to Hy‘s and drool all over those luscious tits posted there!

And fuck, I hate to admit that I like this song, but I do. It’s got a good beat and it talks about “body rock.” Plus I’ve got two young girls in the house. *shrugs* Don’t hate.

I Came So Hard

Saturday night, M and I had a few drinks, hanging out together in the living room

from edenfantasys(dot)com

while he watched television and I read blogs. I had a few new toys that needed reviews, including these “Pleasure balls.” These babies weigh in at a hefty 11 oz, and blew my Lelo Luna Beads out of the water.

I’d had these balls in, which not only weighed heavily inside me, but ever so slightly moved, pressing and rolling against the walls of my pussy, for close to four hours by the time we made our way upstairs. I beat M to bed, and when he came in, I was ever so gently pulling on the string, bringing the lower ball to the edge of my cunt, squeezing to keep it in, then pulling even harder, the weight of the ball pushing its way through before pushing it back inside.

When he finally reached the bed, he settled between my legs, resting his head on his arm as he lounged perpendicular to me on the bed, watching the show I was presenting just for him. Soon, his hands replaced my own and I laid back, giving into the pleasure his manipulations were creating.

It gets a little blurry at this point. I remember asking him to collar me. I remember the cool feel of the leather slipping across my skin, the pull of it as he tightened and synched the buckle. Did he blindfold me? I can’t be sure. It seems he did, but perhaps my eyes were just closed.

I remember moving down the bed, and as his fingers played into the folds of my cunt, my lips wrapped around his cock, taking him long and deep into the base of my throat, pushing myself down on him until I involuntarily gagged on his length.

Before long, M’s hands strayed from my pussy and found their way to my collar. Using the D-rings on both sides of my neck, he took control of my motion, thrusting my mouth back and forth on his cock, setting my pace, determining how deep he would go. Then he would switch, holding me in place, fucking my mouth, taking it however he wanted. I can’t truly say if we were like this for a few minutes or an eternity as I became his toy, his to do with as he pleased, losing myself in nothing but Him.

Did he fuck me next or bury his head between my legs, I don’t know. The next vivid memory I have is being on my back, my legs bent, with his fingers expertly pressing into my g-spot, fluid spilling over onto his hand. Orgasms racked my body, one after another, over and over again. I came so many times, so close together, that I lost myself in the pleasure, becoming nothing but nerves and sensation.

Fluid poured from my body, spilling onto my stomach, his chest, covering us both with it’s salty scent. My orgasms became stronger, more frequent, giving me nothing but a few gasps of air between the peaks of ecstasy. I was cuming so hard, my juices were splashing onto my shoulders and cheeks.

How long before he was back inside, pumping into my body, I don’t know. I remember my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his body. I remember gripping him as tight as I could, my pussy clamping and spasming around his cock, milking him. I remember being on my stomach, his hand wrapped into my hair, holding me in place. I remember hands on my nipples, pulling and squeezing, until I was cuming from that alone.

On my back again, my legs spread, my knees bent back to each side of my head, M’s hands on my inner thighs as his cock slid in and out of me, slow and quick, hard and deep. When I called out that I was cumming, M pulled out of my wetness as I squirted again, covering us both in wetness. I heard his groan of pleasure as I felt his own sticky heat spill from his body and onto me, covering my cunt and my clit, as he thrust back into me, filling me one more time, moving with deliberation, pushing deep inside while my body spasmed around him one last time.

Collapsing on to me, we held one another, my body quivering endlessly without stimulation. I curled up next to him, sleepy and satiated and with spasms still racking my body, drifted off to sleep next to my Sir.

12/12 Challenge: What the fuck week is this?

Honestly, I’ve got no fucking clue. The 12/12 Challenge from Panty Parade has, unfortunately, fallen off my radar. And it doesn’t look like it’s going to be visible anytime soon. Hell, in the next 3 weeks, I’ve got a family reunion, a 31 Party at my house, and a bridal shower at the end of the month that still needs planned. And did I mention that ef is giving double points this week (that’s 20 bucks y’all) for all toy reviews.

Silly me, thinking summers are relaxing.

Anyway, I’m not giving up. Although I’m behind, and I don’t even know how far behind at this point, I’m hoping to still reach some of my goals. Not sure what those ones are just yet, but we’ll see.

And stop over on over and throw some support at Cara and G, my partners in crime. Here’s to hoping they’re on better track than me!

30 Days of Submission: Day 1

courtesy of tumblr

I’ve had these writing prompts floating around in my drafts for over a year. I came across them at Submissive Guide, which I’d recommend to anyone interested in D/s, both novices and those with more experience. LunaKM wrote a great explanation of how to use these prompts to grow and understand your own submission even more. So, without further ado, here we go.

1) Does your submission – either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your submission as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

When I refer to my own submission, and M and I’s relationship, I typically talk about our “dynamic.” For me, and I’m thinking this may be very common as I’m sure I picked it up somewhere, when I mention a dynamic, I am speaking of a power exchange. As I mentioned before, I struggle to understand how a true power exchange, as I understand it, can occur in a casual relationship, because it requires a trust that goes beyond casual. A trust that not only incorporates one’s physical well-being, but their psychological self as well.

So what do I mean when I talk about my dynamic? It means that I am submissive and M is Dominate. I means that I desire to submit to his will and to please him. I say desire, because there is a deep craving somewhere inside me that wants this badly. Sometimes, I don’t succeed. Sometimes I’m bitchy and bratty. This morning for example. This morning, I didn’t want to get up. M let me sleep in, coming to wake me about and hour and half after the kiddos were up. But I didn’t want to get up. I whined and bitched and I think I may have even raised my voice, telling him I didn’t give a fuck if he thought it was time for me to get up or not. Even after I finally managed to get out of bed, I was still pissy when I came down stairs, mouthing off and being ignorant.

courtesy of tumblr

And see, the worst part of that whole scenario… That girl, the bitchy one who hates to get up in the morning, that’s not who I want to be. Hell, I don’t want to be the one who gets to sleep in *well… maybe* because I want to give him that gift, the gift of a few more hours of sleep. I want to give him any gift I can. No matter how small or seemingly insignificant. I want to shower him with love and desire, joy and affection. I want to serve him, put his needs before my own. Again, I don’t always succeed, but most times I try. And I’ve got a lifetime to learn to do it better.

Our D/s relationship, as many of you may know, spills heavily out of the bedroom. It doesn’t leak into every aspect of our lives, I still do my own thing at work, even when it angers him, and there are other areas as well that he does not maintain control over. M does not have the desire to control what I do. Instead, he concentrates on things that make me a better mother, a better wife, a better person overall.

And while we do partake in some punishment, I can not truly say that we participate in Domestic Discipline, although there are probably enough aspects of it in our dynamic to do so (for a fantastic explanation of domestic discipline, check this out). It’s kind of the same with Taken in Hand, but I must say, even though we don’t identify as this, it rings true to me, to what I want my submission to be (here is my favorite description of TiH). After writing this, I think I’m going to have to explore both of these D/s branches, as they both have facets I’d like to incorporate into my submission.

Have shown this one before, but I love it! M and I, in the middle of a rather intense scene.

And our personal labels for each other, well they tend to be Daddy and toy, although titles such as Sir and slut have permanent spots in our lexicon. I think Daddy and toy fit us well. M, although he doesn’t label himself as such, has many characteristics of a Daddy Dom (fantastic definition here). He’s loving and caring. He often focuses on my pleasure and is overly appeasing. I know in the deepest part of my soul that he always has my best interest at heart.

And me, I am his toy. Here for his pleasure. For him to play with. For him to enjoy. I am his. To do with as he pleases. To take any way, any time.

So there you go. The first of my 30 days of submission. Probably take a year for me finish the damn thing, but no matter how long the journey, it always begins with the first step.

And because he’s such a good Sir, here is current favorite new song…

Friday (5/31/13) is Boobday!

Yay for Boobday! This boobday pic actually inspired an upcoming post on titty fucking, so be expecting something along those lines within the next week or so. Sir snapped this shot while I was braiding my hair in preparation to suck his cock. I’ve always got to get the damn shit out of my way, or we’ll both be covered in it. What can I say? I shed a lot!

You want to know something? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. For a lot of years, I hated my tits. Hated them. Wanted them gone. But I’ve finally come to terms with them. And, if I’m honest, I must say that taking pics for boobday posts has made me like them even more. *shrugs* I don’t know if it’s simply taking a different perspective, or if I’m a little vain. Either way, I like it.

 

And you best head on over to A Dissolute Life Means… to check out all the other girls showing off today!

I love 311. I’ve seen them more than I have any other band. Was once almost killed in a pit at one of their shows in Cleveland, when someone stepped on the back of my JNCOs (gotta love the 90s), and I lost most footing and went down in the crowd. A random guy’s wallet chain saved my life, and I actually wore it as a necklace for quite a while afterwards. Anyway, they rock. Here are two great songs by them.

This is Why I do What I do: 2013 Sex Survey

If you read regularly, you make remember a few months ago, when I was ranting about the iVillage 2013 Sex Survey. Well, I just wanted to warn you, I’m doing it again.

Be prepared.

And I promise, I’m at least going to try and not repeat what I said last time. We’ll see how that goes.

Obligations

• 59% of women and 39% of men report having sex out of obligation, at least sometimes. They say this like it’s a bad thing, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. As a matter of fact, I think it’s a wonderful thing. See, here’s the thing — sometimes you’re not in the mood, and that’s okay. But what happens when you’re not in the mood for a week, 2 weeks, a month, 5 months? You get the picture. When you’re not having sex, a terrible thing can happen… You can stop wanting sex. So don’t let that happen. Have sex, even when you don’t want it, at least once in awhile. And there’s a good fucking chance that if you do put out, and actively participate (come on girls, don’t just lay there like a log, partake in the enjoyment), you’ll end up being glad you did.

Libido

• 43% of women have been in the mood within the last week. 55% of men have. What the fuck? Don’t people want to fuck? I think I started masturbating regularly at 12 or 13. I can’t think of a whole week that has ever gone by in those 20 years that I haven’t wanted to cum. No wonder people are such assholes! Christ, everyone’s bent up sexual frustration is leaking out onto the streets and the sales of antidepressants are skyrocketing. Fuck more, people, you’ll be happier. I promise you that.
  

Turn Offs

• Top turn offs: Stress — women 49%, men 37%. Exhaustion — women 46%, men 30%. You want to know something? Sex, both with and without orgasms, releases stress due to the increase in oxytocin. Oh, and one more thing… Sex helps you sleep better, relaxes you, and makes you feel closer to your partner. Yeah, so go get laid; the stress levels will drop. Promise.

Snooping

• 34 % of men and 20% of women admit to checking their spouses phone for evidence of cheating. Okay. People cheat. 1 in 5, they say. But let me tell you something. If you are looking for something, trying to find some little piece of evidence against your partner, chances are you are going to find it whether it’s there or not. Does that make any sense? What I’m trying to say is that if you are looking to find something, there is a good chance you will come across something innocent, and make it into something big. Honestly, I think most people who cheat are smart about it. They don’t leave blatant evidence laying around to be found. Just sayin’.
  

Porn

• 63% of women say they never watch online porn. Why the fuck not? I think this is a lie. I watch online porn all the time. I didn’t know other people didn’t. At least not people that would take part in an online sex survey! People need to masturbate more. You hear me? Go now. Rub one down. It’s good for you for christ’s sake!

Best Sex

• 45% of women and 68% of men say they married the best sex of their lives. Damn fucking right!

…………………………….

So that’s it. Not too exciting, but thought I’d share what’s going on out there in bedrooms across America. Sad, but true.

 

Kink of the Week: Panties

So, Jade‘s KOTW hit home with me this week. You see, I love panties. Love, love, love them.

For the longest time, after having babies, I didn’t ever think about my panties. I had gained a ton of weight, lost a lot of self-confidence, and was really just in a bad place. While I didn’t wear “granny panties” per se, I stuck with plain bikini-cut cotton, which were not very flattering on my figure.

But after our move back home in 2011, and kicking myself in gear to get back in shape, along with getting closer with M, that has all changed. Now panties are an integral part of my day. I think about them when I get dressed in the morning, picking a pair out of my two drawers filled with different colors and textures, cloths and styles. I think about how I’ll take the daily *almost daily* picture that I email to M at some point throughout the day. As a matter of fact, all the pictures here are pictures I took for M while at work. Most of them in public restrooms.

Because that’s one of our rules. One of the only that really stuck, as far as things I must do regularly. He expects one, and there are no excuses if he doesn’t get it. Not only does he enjoy knowing what I’ve go on, giving him something to think about through his day, but it’s service-oriented, as far as our dynamic goes. It’s me, making a specific effort for him, no matter what. It signifies that I am willing to take a few minutes out of my day, no matter how busy or crazy work is, to do something that will please him. Make him smile.

And christ, M does love panties. It’s one thing that I splurge on that he never complains about. He loves it when I come home with new panties and try them on for him. Absolutely loves it. And even when new ones come, he still has his favorites, one of which is this pair bought almost a year ago, with what looks like polka-dots, but are really little hearts.

And I love to show my panties off to him. Not only in pictures, but in life too. I wear a lot of skirts and dresses, and I have a really bad habit of pulling my skirt up, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of what’s underneath. I make sure to bend down long and slow if there is something that needs picked up off the floor. When we put the kiddos to bed, I make sure to take the steps just the right way, allowing him to have a nice little view. I like to tease him, when we’re out and about, giving little peaks when we are places he can’t do anything about it. I like to let him know when they’re wet or have cum dripping on them from an earlier play time. 

And he doesn’t only love knowing what I’m wearing and getting pictures and peaks of them. Not at all. He loves to play with me while I’m wearing them. Spank me over them. Pull them tight between my lips and cheeks, reddening my ass with his hand, watching the contrast of my skin against the fabric. He likes to make them wet, so wet that my juices soak the fabric, sometimes to the point that they are dripping when I take them off.

He likes to fuck me with them one. Pull them to the side, while he slides his thick cock into my pussy. I imagine it adds an extra sensation, the wet fabric moving against his skin as he thrusts in and out of my cunt, making me cum again and again.

I have one pair, animal print with red trim *actually wearing them right now* that holds special  memories for us, and although I can’t speak for M, every time I wear them, I think of one of our first weekends away when we were living with my pops. It was an all night fuck fest, but for most of it, my feet were bound together, wrapped up in these panties, which surprisingly wouldn’t give an inch.

And although we haven’t gone there yet, I can only imagine that at some point in time, M will have me gagged by my own panties, ones that are damp with my juices, covered in my scent, while he holds me down and fucks me, one hand gripped in my hair, while the other is wrapped around my throat.

And what do you do with a pair of panties, once they’ve lived their life and performed their duty? Well, when I have a pair of panties that have ripped or gotten a hole in them or something, I make sure to mention it to M. And then later on that night, when he has me panting with want, those same panties end up being ripped from my body in shreds.

Don’t forget to swing over to Kink of the Week and see what everyone else has to say about panties!

*hugs and kisses* y’all!

 

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

And a great big giant *Mwah*!

Yes, it’s that time again, blog awards! So without further ado, lets just get on with the show.

The first two nominations (and the third, if I tracked it back) spawned from Nate and his mission of spreading the love amongst us sex bloggers. And I must say that I’m impressed. I’ve never received this award before, and I’ve got it 3 times in the last few weeks! Shit, fuck, damn! Not only have I received it, but it’s spreading like wildfire, and it’s nice to see something specific to us, as let me tell you, just in case you don’t blog or don’t do awards… There are only so many random facts that one can tell. Seriously. If you’ve read all my blog awards throughout my time here at LSAM, well, you’d know my shoe size, my favorite foods, favorite books and music, what my tattoos are, the body wash I use, etc, etc. So sometimes it’s nice to focus on what we love to focus on: SEX! Woo-hoo!

1. Someone is attempting to seduce you over dinner, what is the dinner? Depends on where we’re eating. Chances are it would be a grilled chicken salad, a steak, or ribs (if I’m not wearing white). Could be hibachi, and in that case, it’s shrimp.
2. Which song or songs get/put you in a sensual-sexual mood? First thing that comes to mind is Morphine. But if I’m feeling frisky, then I like something a bit harder. Maybe some Tool. Maynard James Keenan has a voice that I would do dirty, dirty things to simply hear him say some dirty, dirty things. *If you’re interested, there’s a song from each band below**
3. Everyone has a scent that takes them back to a fond moment, what is your scent and the moment? Sensually… Hmm… Probably cocoa butter. Or M’s deodorant. Neither of these take me to specific moments, it’s more that they simply remind me of sex and sensual experiences in general. But as I write this, it brings to mind the smell of the beach: the salty water, the fresh breeze, the hint of sunscreen and sweat. And the beach always makes me excited, aroused.
4. A sensuous-sexual activity that you want more of? (backrubs, kissing, etc.) If I’m honest, I’d like to have more impact play. And more bondage. But, see, we lost our headboard. I know, I know. How does one go about losing a 6-foot-king-sized-cast-iron headboard? No fucking clue. But it’s happened.
5. A sexual fantasy that you have not indulged, but would if the situation was “perfect” for you (no guilt, travel taken care of, etc.) A gang bang. Not exactly sure what the “perfect” situation would be, and pretty sure this one will most like stay in the fantasy world, but…
6. A favorite gift given to you by a partner or lover? My pearl necklace. My nook. Our children.
7. One piece of sensuous advice that you would give to anyone? Let go of your inhibitions and insecurities. It’s so much better, for both you and your partner, if you are engulfed in what’s going on and not worrying about the jiggle in your thighs.
8. Bonus Question: I am in the mood to read a single paragraph of erotica: What can you create with the following prompts: An apple orchard, a robot with a limp, sunset, and at least one famous person (alive or dead)?  I lay on my back, watching the sun set beneath the heavy branches of the apple tree, which cast its shadow across the curves of my body. My hand slips slowly beneath my panties, my fingers sliding across the slickness, my folds opening, spreading for my searching fingers. As I dip first one, then two fingers into my wetness, my eyes close, picturing him, the man from the statue, big, strong, thick, imagining what it would feel like, his warm flesh against mine, his tongue against my skin, his lips working my nipples. Soft moans begin to spill from me, my hips pumping against my hand, remember the feel of a man, a flesh and blood man, pounding into me, remembering his heat, his smell, his touch. My body peaks, my hand buried deep into my pussy, feeling its spasms, tightening and releasing, over and over again. As I relax back onto the grass, satisfied and exhausted, I hear a step-slide, step-slide, the tell-tale sign that SS is making his way towards me. “Ma’mam?” his animated voice makes me wince, “Do you need serviced?” I sigh, opening my eyes, watching him as he pushes a few buttons, attaching a large dildo to his groin. I roll over, pulling up my skirt. Sighing again, I respond, “Sure, but make it hard and quick. And no talking. I want to imagine you’re a real man…”

And then the lovely Nate, a few weeks later, gave me this award again! Yay!! I love double dipping!

1. You are tasked with creating a sex toy, what is that sex toy (be original)? A silicone dildo, that’s inflatable. That way, it’s easy to get it, but then you could make it as big as you’d like, so it can stretch you, fill you full, but you don’t have to work up to it or take the time to get it in.
2. One alien that you would have sex with? I’m not real big on the alien-type movies/shows. But I’ve always had a thing for Zachery Quinto, so I’d have to say Spock, circa the 2009 film.
3. Sexual position that you would like renamed and why? I’d rename Missionary. Why the fuck is it called this anyway? It makes it sound boring, plain. And it doesn’t have to be. It can be fantastic. And erotic. And kinky. And missionary makes me think of church groups in the jungle. I don’t like that.
4. What would you do to improve the impression of sex writers that most people have? That we’re bad people, immoral and corrupting the youth and all that shit. We’re not bad people. We’re not abusive (although we may like to be abused!). We simply like sex. And like to write about it. We’re normal people, someone you know from work, or church, or the deli counter at Giant Eagle. We just like sex. And like to talk about it.
5. A place that you would have sex in/at if everything worked out? A tour bus. Filled with people. Out in the open, driving down the road.
6. The one piece of sexual advice that you would like on your tombstone for all to see? Masturbate: it makes you a better lover.
7. The top five items off of your sexual bucket list? Per my last bucket list post: 1) A FFM with M. 2) A MMF with M. 3) 2 x 2. 4) A girlfriend. 5) A BDSM club.
8. Bonus Question: I am in the mood for a single paragraph of erotica: can you craft a paragraph with the following prompts: a lusty lass, a broken down van, a hippie with a lisp, and police officer?  ”What seems to be the problem here, ma’am?” the officer asked as he strolled towards the van parked on the side of the road, its flashers blinking into the dark. Jen popped her head up from the back seat, and, trying to smooth down her hair, sweetly said, “Oh, just a flat tire. Waiting for some friends to pick us up.” The officer’s light shined into the back of the van, looking for the “us” the young lady mentioned. As he leaned in to the van to get a better view, the smell of marijuana drifted towards him. “I’m going to need you to step out of the van. And anyone one else that’s in there with you.” He reached out and pulled the side door of the van open, then stepped back at the scene in front of him. The woman whom he was talking to was naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, smiling at him as the officer’s gaze worked down her body, until it settled at her pussy, which was filled to the brim with a man’s hand, all the way to the wrist. His eyes followed the arm to its owner, a long-haired, 50ish man with a tie-dyed t-shirt, who was smoking a joint with his free hand. “Hello thsir,” the hippie said, before hitting the joint again. “Wanna puff?” He held out his hand, offering the cop a toke. “It’s really dank,” said a new voice, drawing the officer’s attention to the other side of the man, to another naked woman, with long bronze hair, who was wiping her mouth, apparently from sucking the hippie’s cock. “Ah… I need you all to…” the cop stumbled, not sure what should be done first. Jen leaned in towards him, and whispered, “I’d really like to have a cock of my own to suck on…” her fingers trailing down his chest, her tight nipples showing through her thin shirt. “Fuck it,” the officer said, climbing into the van and reaching for the joint.

And then the ever lovely G (come on, have you seen her tits?) nominated me for two awards, the very inspiring blogger award and, yet again, the sensual blogging award. So here we go with those!

 7 interesting things about me…

1. I have a dog named Sophia Louise. Sophie Lu for short. She’s a white lab mutt, and almost 10 years old.

2. My first blog was about getting out of debt. Yeah, obviously that one didn’t work out too well.

3. I spend a lot of time in front of the tv, without ever really watching anything.

4. I was drunk the other night, and at a friend’s house for a “welcome back to the east coast party” (even though we don’t really live on the east coast). The girls, who I normally don’t hang out with, partying with the guys instead, started asking me who my celebrity crush was. When I replied I didn’t have one, they thought I was lying, and started harassing me. They asked me what shows I watched on tv, and when I said I didn’t, one thing led to another and I ended up telling them that I blog. Dumb, dumb drunk girl I am. I tried to avert the questions that kept coming at me, giving them some information, but not enough to “out me” or the blog. But I have a feeling the next few days there were a lot of google searches for marriage and female ejaculation.

5. During this same conversation, I hugged one of the girls who knew what a sybian was, as not one other girl had a clue.

6. My hits have increased significantly since I was reviewed by Jane’s Guide.

7. I’ve been considering buying my own url, but even though lovesexandmarriage.com isn’t there, I can’t seem to buy the damn thing. Anyone have any ideas why?

And now here are my questions from G…

1. What would be the best date to get you in a sensual mood? Somewhere on the beach. With alcohol and pot. And lots and lots of lotion. Oh, and a blanket… sand can sneak into places you don’t want it to be.
2. What is your cocktail of choice, if you do drink? Does drinking put you in a sensual mood? Captain and coke is my go to and what I drink most often. Also a huge fan of snake bites and lemon drops, although I don’t drink vodka unless M is with me, because, well, if I start drinking vodka, I tend to not stop until I can’t drink any more, which is often way, way too late. If I’m drinking beer, it’s something dark. And yes, if I’m drinking, it puts me in a sensual mood. *read, makes me horny* As a matter of fact, at the above mentioned party, at 5 in the morning, everyone finally went to bed. M fell asleep on the basement floor, with me on the couch beside him. No one else was down there, and M was out for the count. So what did I do, after drinking for damn near 12 hours straight. Yep, I pulled up some youporn on my phone and rubbed one down.
3. Have you ever danced so closely with a stranger that you sensed them being turned on? (I know this is harder for the gentlemen to answer) I don’t think I’ve ever really danced with a stranger…
4. Would you have sex with a person you met four hours ago? In a different life, yes. The only way I’d do it now is if it was someone M and I were bringing home.
5. Would you have sex with a person over ten years younger or older than you? Don’t see any reason why not.
6. Could you have sex with a person that you never see (think: you are blindfolded and a trusted partner set up a rendevoux with someone they thought you would like, someone who technically meets your standards, yet you will never know if that is true, you have to just trust.) If I never have to know otherwise, then absolutely yes.
7. Would your spouse ever accept an indecent proposal? I wish I knew the answer to this one…

BONUS:  Flex your creative muscles by creating a sensual paragraph using something that is red, something that is whipped, and the character has to be surprised by something.

Her red dress was ripped down the front, ruined on the first wear. But the thought never crossed her mind, as her back arched, his mouth finding the way to her nipple, sucking it deep and hard into his mouth, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin against her breast. His hands were on her waist, so when she felt the pressure on her shoulders, pushing her onto her back, the shock and surprise overwhelmed her, causing her breath to quicken and her pulse to race. She started to fight against the rope binding her hands, but the soft, wet lips that brushed against her neck soothed her, even though she did not know who they belonged to. As they moved up, grazing her chin line, up to her lips, she gave in, her body lowering as a hand slipped between her legs, opening her wide, so her nether lips were spread, the scent of her arousal assaulting her senses, making her want more. As fingers plunged into her wetness, she cried out, and her mind didn’t register the sound of the shaking can until the cool whipped cream covered her clit and lips moments before the warmth of lips and the flick of a tongue replaced the cold, sending her body through another series of spasms. A set of hands pinched both her nipples, twisting and pulling, as fingers were thrust into her cunt, making her call out, her sound muffled by the lips, teeth, and tongue invading her mouth. An eternity later, when a hard cock thrust into her pussy at the same moment another cock plunged into her mouth, she no longer cared who was who, or what was what, as long as the pleasure continued.

———————-

So there you have it, four new blogging awards! Damn, who knew I was so loved! * curtsy* And now for my nominations… And this is a hard one, as many of you that I want to bestow this upon either have already received it, or don’t do awards. So please bear with me, if you’ve already got it or just ignore it if you want…

• Captain Kitty: Because you’re real and you crack me up all the time. You literally make me LOL.
• Night Owl: Because of your honesty and take on life.
• Invisible Woman: Because you’re using your blog for what it’s for, for you.
• Confessions of Your Husband’s Mistress: Because of your resilience and determination.
• Jayne Ayres: Because of your shared insight and great writing.
• Ginger’s Journey: Because of your quality friendship and kind heart.
• Dawn: Because you say it how it is and don’t hold back. Girl, I wish you knew how great you are!
• Theo: Because you are a great guy with a big heart. L is a lucky woman.
• Nick: Because you are always there and set me straight when I’m veering too far right or left. **And I’m expecting you to do this, and I’ll post it as a guest blog, just so ya know**

And here are my 7 questions… Nate and G, I’m expecting you two to answer these as well. See, I like to make things up as I go!

1. Describe your last sexual experience in 3 words. (Not a question, I know, but deal with it.)

2. What did you think about last time you masturbated?

3. What’s your number one hard limit, no exceptions?

4. What’s the easiest/quickest way for you to get off?

5. What movie, not porn, do you find the most arousing?

6. If you had to have, or do have, a fetish, what is it?

7. Anal sex… you like it or no?

And the bonus paragraph of erotica… The prompts include: a kiwi, a sharp knife, an erection and an orgasm.

And here are two songs for you, both of which I find arousing…