A few of my favorite things...

Thursday, April 9, 2009

You'll be happy to hear that I feel better today. I slept for ages last night, going to bed far too early for a girl in her mid twenties. You may have images of me as a party girl, out and about in the city at all hours waking up in strange bedrooms most mornings or at my place with different guys in my bed. Sadly, the truth is that, last night at least, I was asleep by ten and was still kind of tired when I woke up! I actually hit the snooze button a few too many times this morning and was forced to miss out on my daily walk to the bakery... I do hope that Naomi forgives me :)

As promised, and as thanks for some of you sharing your desires with me, I've decided to share one of my greatest pleasures with you...

I'm often a fairly simple girl... I think some of my all time favorite fucks have been when I've been tied to the bed (I keep scarves in my bedside table for just that) and blindfolded. There's something so incredibly erotic about *knowing* that something is coming, but not knowing what... the anticipation is delicious. I come really close to orgasm just waiting to see what he'll do... finger me? lick my pussy? nibble on a nipple? brush the tip of his cock against my lips? I LOVE giving head tied up and blindfolded like that - it's the being dominated but also being in control that does it for me I think... But yeah, the not knowing and the waiting and the teasing and not being able to do anything about it drives me wild. especially when my partner just sorta pauses without doing anything for a second. it gets me so hot just laying there, waiting to be touched, dying to be touched and wondering what's coming next :)

One of the hottest times was when i wore my thigh highs, heels, garters, crotchless panties, the works, under my regular clothes and went out with my ex doing normal things - walking the dog (in heels!), going out to dinner and knowing that I was wearing something completely trashy underneath and building up the anticipation. then we went home and he tied me to the bed, blindfolded. I could hear him pacing the room for a little while... like a child in a candy store he seemed to be unsure of what he wanted to do first. Finger me? Suck on my nipples? Run his cock along my lips and feel my tongue run along his shaft?

I have to be honest, I did sorta expect his cock to be pressed against my mouth. That's what most guys would do, right? It's also what I wanted... Like I said, there's just nothing like giving blindfolded head to make me wet...

It surprised me a little therefore to feel his strong hands on my waist. He positioned me on my side, my ass available to him. His fingers ran their way along my cheeks, pausing to sliver their way through the non-existent crotch of my panties, tickling my labia, brushing my clit. He went back to my ass, kneading it gently before suddenly lifting his hand.

*WHACK!*

His hand returned with some force, spanking my ass. Now like I've said, I'm not one for pain... but a well timed spank, enough to send my skin into a glowing pleasure zone can be amazing. He withdrew his hand once more...

*WHACK!*

Again it returned, again the pain/pleasure threshold was being delightfully threatened. Again, he withdrew his hand.

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

Again and again he spanked me, again and again I uttered sharp moans as he struck. His fingers danced over my ass as he hit me, closer and closer to my now dripping pussy. With one final strike, two fingers delved into me, probing my pussy. The combination of the spanking, the fingering, my being tied and blindfolded sent me into overdrive. I screamed with pleasure, begging him to fuck me and to fuck me hard.

He didn't disappoint. Pushing me back so that I lay flat, face down on my bed he roughly parted my lips and pressed his hard dick against my pussy, teasing me for a couple of seconds before vigorously fucking me. This ex and I often made love, this time he treated me like I was a piece of meat and I fucking loved it.

His hands joined mine as I gripped onto the headboard through my restraints, he used all of the leverage that he could get. he clasped his fingers around mine as he rode me. Fast and hard he fucked me, that unmistakable 'balls slapping on my ass' sound drowned out by his masculine grunts and my harsh screams. That night he fucked me deeper and harder than ever before and I couldn't hold on for long. As my blindfold slipped slightly I saw just his hands in front of me, his white knuckles gripping mine.

We came in unison, him letting out a groan of pleasure; me gasping for air between orgasmic shudders. When he withdrew he released my wrists but pushed my face into the pillow. He slapped my ass once more, saying in a voice deeper than usual 'clean yourself up, bitch'.


A Disclaimer

Of course, my ex and I were very comfortable with each other before we did this, and we both knew how each other worked. We knew that what happened in the bedroom wasn't always a true reflection of our relationship... if he'd said 'where's my dinner, bitch' under normal circumstances, or left me alone to clean myself up after sex (a true gentleman at least makes the trip to the bathroom for tissue!), he'd have been out of the door a lot sooner than he eventually was. We had talked about this scenario a little beforehand, and he knew what I'd be comfortable with. Before I get a bunch of emails from angry wives and girlfriends, please try to respect limits... don't just spring this shit on your partner with no warning :)