I remember March. March was the month when I first invited another to share pleasure with me. He was smart, lusty and had ginger hair, just like me. It was time in my life that I remember fondly and I feel that it set a good example of what sex could be like; slick, hard, tender, satisfying and intimate. Of course, now I know it can be much more than all of that, but I still think it was a good foundation to start off with.
Now I am approaching another first for the month of March; KinkFest. My love and I went to a leather tasting recently. They had stations for rope, boot blacking, sensation play, electrical stimulation, spanking, punching, flogging, caning, cell popping, play piercing and single tail whips. I didn't try it all. I started off with the sensation play, as a warm up. Then I followed along the theme of "something old (flogging), something new (play piercing), something borrowed (violet wand) and something blue (or rather red, which was the single tail).
It was exciting to get my feet wet. I met wonderful women who did terrible things that I really enjoyed. My cunt became slick, engorged and throbbing. I felt powerful in my choice to submit to these things. I felt powerful asking for what I wanted and receiving it. As I looked into my lover's eyes, I felt powerful, when the last strike from the flogger pushed me over the edge, my eyes rolling up into my head and body shuddering as my orgasm flowed through. I felt slightly self conscious when my lover told the woman flogging me that I had cum on that last strike. She came and thanked me and I felt powerful again. It was like I had started on the path home.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
February-One year ago, a love story, more than a sex story.
You came to my house, jittery and nervous. Your best friend had convinced you that I was worth the risk. You asked me out; I said yes. The tears welled up in your eyes and you started to babble. I told you to shut up and kiss me.
It was the kiss that rocked my world. Our first unencumbered kiss. Our first make out session, free from the worry of being caught. I remember that first night, the joy and unfettered passion building in my living room like a bonfire. We were finally free to be lovers.
Our first date was so perfect. You were such a gentleman, kind and protective and when the night was over, I sent a text to my best friend, "It's my last first date!" I knew that I was for you. I have been for you since we first met, but now I knew that you felt it, too.
You have spent the last year caressing me, beating me, making me orgasm and loving me. I have opened myself to you and your touch. The way you fuck me, the way you love me, the way you fill me up, it all combines to show that we are for each other. Thank you for a beautiful year.
It was the kiss that rocked my world. Our first unencumbered kiss. Our first make out session, free from the worry of being caught. I remember that first night, the joy and unfettered passion building in my living room like a bonfire. We were finally free to be lovers.
Our first date was so perfect. You were such a gentleman, kind and protective and when the night was over, I sent a text to my best friend, "It's my last first date!" I knew that I was for you. I have been for you since we first met, but now I knew that you felt it, too.
You have spent the last year caressing me, beating me, making me orgasm and loving me. I have opened myself to you and your touch. The way you fuck me, the way you love me, the way you fill me up, it all combines to show that we are for each other. Thank you for a beautiful year.
Monday, January 31, 2011
January-My Inaugural Reading
I am a dirty girl. I like to get my hands into things; break a sweat; work towards a purpose. I love to play in the garden; tending the plants that will nourish my family. Most days I work at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sun and breeze. Other days I work with determination, doing what I can to help the garden grow.
Her cunt is my favorite garden. I plant the seeds of love, hope, passion and contentment deep in her furrows. I am soothed by her warm pulse, matching mine. I thrill at the dirty sounds that fall out of her mouth when I work her garden with my fingers and tongue. The scent of her fills the air in the same way fresh turned soil drifts along the breeze.
My favorite thing to do in her garden is the rain dance. Truthfully, it isn't a dance at all. I wrap my arms up under her thighs and bury my face in her juicy folds. I glide all the surfaces of my face into every nook and cranny, leaving nothing untouched. I fuck her pussy with my tongue and lap at her lips, like they are the fountain of youth. I dive in, leaving all thought of breath behind me. I die a little bit when I love her this way and she revives me, the earth shaking and the rain falling. She revives me, allowing me to catch the rain on my tongue and drink deeply from her well. I am revived and grateful for another growing season of love, hope, passion and contentment.
Her cunt is my favorite garden. I plant the seeds of love, hope, passion and contentment deep in her furrows. I am soothed by her warm pulse, matching mine. I thrill at the dirty sounds that fall out of her mouth when I work her garden with my fingers and tongue. The scent of her fills the air in the same way fresh turned soil drifts along the breeze.
My favorite thing to do in her garden is the rain dance. Truthfully, it isn't a dance at all. I wrap my arms up under her thighs and bury my face in her juicy folds. I glide all the surfaces of my face into every nook and cranny, leaving nothing untouched. I fuck her pussy with my tongue and lap at her lips, like they are the fountain of youth. I dive in, leaving all thought of breath behind me. I die a little bit when I love her this way and she revives me, the earth shaking and the rain falling. She revives me, allowing me to catch the rain on my tongue and drink deeply from her well. I am revived and grateful for another growing season of love, hope, passion and contentment.
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