A Swinging Good Time

I'm starting out with a somewhat clinical approach to descriptions here because it doesn't feel quite so personal. This isn't really designed as a one-handed-read sort of blog. Not that I mind if it works for you, just be aware that there are going to be interruptions to the flow of things. Also because it's embarrassing to write about something in descriptive language and then have a bunch of people laugh at you or tell you your writing sucks. Or even to just have them sitting there thinking it. Even if they are wanking off while they do it.


Last night was very entertaining. Peter* decided to keep me in the dark about the plan until the action started, so we started out in the tub with a lovely Amber something (Yankee somethingorother, go smell one at Bed Bath & Beyond - nice and exotic and sexy) candle burning while we read various smutty books. Peter was reading Erotic Interludes: 21 Tales of Ultimate Pleasure, and I started out with Captive Secret (?), which turned out to be too rough for my taste (Peter's too as it turned out) so I went on to one from Black Lace that's quite good. It's called Ginger Root and is about a woman working in an art house (gallery? - I don't know. Come on, I'm reading this for the set-up and the sex, OK?)

We moved on to the hanging chair. I guess I'll share at this point that I am one of those ejaculating women. No it's not pee, yes it's OK, yes it feels *good*, and thank the gods Peter finds it a turn-on. If you are an ejaculating woman you'll know that this can get messy. Maybe you have some tips to share. I use a rubberized flannel crib mattress protector with a towel on top for absorbency. Maybe that's not sexy, but it saves our chair. I also use a towel on the floor underneath. There can be quite a lot depending on how many times it happens.

Anyway.

Peter put a blindfold on me and spread some Liquid Silk on my clitoris (if that word bothers you, it's time to leave now and never return) then handed me what I could feel was a vibrator that we haven't used very often yet. My favorite is a little pocket vibe with rounded metal nubbies on the end. This was more of a wand type with a bulbous end - not phallic, but one of those things they sell in New Age catalogs as women's personal massagers or whatever. It has 4 settings: fast, not so fast, slow, and pulse. I set it to fast and used it on my clit, which felt truly lovely, while Peter knelt in front of me and inserted a small butt plug. (OK, I said butt plug. And it made me cringe just a little. Using them is one thing. Saying the words is quite another.) He then licked me while I used the vibe, which resulted in a nice double O for me. This is where things got different. Peter had slipped two big metal rings onto the upper cross bar of our chair. Now he strapped some soft leather cuffs on my wrists and secured them to (through? I don't know. I was blindfolded, remember?) the metal rings.

I scooched back in the chair a bit to keep the plug in and Peter then proceeded to fuck my brains out. Stop complaining. I warned you that I was going to say fuck. I may have had another orgasm in there. I'd had a few glasses of wine, and I can't remember clearly. At any rate, it felt amazing! After he came and when he withdrew, I had another orgasm and ejaculation. That's been happening lately on withdrawal. Bonus!

I learned 2 things:
1) I didn't mind being tied up. For a while I went through a phase where I thought I might, but I'm past that. 2) Peter really liked having me tied up. We'd used these once before, on the bed, but the effect in the chair was different. Peter found it a turn-on that he could see the cuffs. He's still basking today.

Tonight I have something else planned, but I'm not blogging it until later because Peter will likely be reading this, too, and it's a surprise.

*Name changed to protect the guilty.

Here's where I take a big breath and hit the post button.