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Ouroboros

Peter saw my Gchat tag this evening and assumed it was a request rather than a description. Sounded good to me! He ALSO had a very interesting package waiting. He said I could have it as a reward the next time I was naughty. Well!

By the time we headed off, I was rather bunsore from various athletic activities, so I asked him to massage my buns for a little bit. He asked whether I'd like to be naughty and I suggested that the rocket and Rita would allow for a decent show. Funny, because that's exactly what Peter had been thinking as well. Hooray!

My rocket needed a new battery. It's VERY important to keep fresh batteries in your rocket. When they lose their edge, it's just not the same. You might think it's wasteful, at first, to throw away a battery that still works, but I ask you, does it really work? I think the many, many orgasms will be well worth the 84 cents or whatever. Actually, I think they're less than that. But I digress.

Naughtiness was the order of the day - a personal show for Peter, who posititioned himself in prime viewing territory as I lay back and went to work. I could feel my clit swelling and my face flushing almost immediately. My cheeks and ears were burning, and my hips rose to bring my clit up harder against the vibe.

It was time for Rita before the rocket alone sent me over the edge. I knew that Peter really did want to watch while I penetrated myself with my favorite toy.

I lubed Rita up just a little. Really I probably didn't need to at all. I was slick and ready and the toy slid right in, oh so perfectly -- just the right texture, size, angle, everything - hitting that sweet spot until I couldn't stand it any more. I was able to hold out for longer than I expected, but then that first orgasm rolled over me with such a sweet relief of ecstasy, and I knew I'd have to have more. A second off, and then the vibe was back, bringing me around again, and again, and again. I figured it was Peter's turn and straddled him, facing away, then slowly lowered myself onto his swollen cock. The vibe was right there, and I was feeling greedy, so in no time at all, I was being rocked yet again, and again, and again, squirting my hot juices down on Peter, who, thankfully, loves this kind of treatment.

MMmm MMM it was too good to stop. Every time I'd get going, his cock would brush my G-spot and release another gush. I allowed myself a few more orgasms before getting down to business. But what with my taxed leg muscles and the angle at which I was sitting on Peter's peter, I kept losing it when I went for a nice, long stroke. So Peter had the great idea of trying out our new position, recently invented. In my mind I've been calling it "The Electrical Outlet" but I think tha t"The Ouroboros" is a better description. It's an infinite sex loop. I'm on my right side, Peter has one knee between mine, his dick inside of me, one finger in my ass, I'm curled around with a finger in Peter's ass. His pumping moves everything. Perpetual motion machine, infinite sex loop, whatever you call it, it is truly amazing. Peter and I both got even wetter from my come. And then Peter was climaxing, too - long, hard and deep inside of me. Ah, the satisfaction of a job well done. I had quite forgotten about my reward.

When I took the toys into the bathroom for a wash, Peter asked if I'd like my reward. Well, sure! It turned out to be THE COOLEST babydoll T-Shirt from my favorite movie, and a matching thong, to boot. REALLY funny considering a random tag I'd pulled out of my ass for chat recently. Wow! They rock! I'm a happy wench. I shall be wearing them tomorrow. Look for me.

PS, Peter has gotten some naughty, yet intriguing links from someone. More to come.

Good Vibrations

Found several things today, among them iBuzz attachments and Smitten Kitten biz cards (free shipping, yay!) Oh and a Good Vibrations catalog. A sign from the sex gods?

Last night was a great buzz, but today is Sunday Sunday Sunday, so I have no time to describe it.

These Shoes Aren't Made for Walkin'

Ask Natasha how those fucking shoes worked. And somehow show the self-restraint to refrain from buying these.



WTF??

Also WTF:


Consider a new side biz:

Buried Treasure and Surprises

I knew you'd have something special for me. Even as we were attempting to kick the shit out of each other tonight, I was imagining your cock in my ass. Does that surprise you? I have to admit that it surprised me just a little. Usually I don't have time to think about more pleasurable things when I'm trying to kick someone in the (upper) head.

But it didn't surprise me a bit, blindfold notwithstanding (double eyepatch if ye will, Arrr!) to find you probing my ass with The Fever shortly after I began pleasing myself for you with the buzzer, bottom raised high for your viewing pleasure. Nor did it surprise me to find that you had other toys in store for me as well. What did surprise me (just a little) was how very comfortable it was right from the start. And how fucking good it felt. Excuse my profanity, but it was fucking good.

It certainly didn't surprise me when, after a few orgasms, my juices let loose and began flowing down over my hand, though it did make holding that buzzer just a little tricky. Not enough for me to complain about, however. The heat of my juices, though, always surprises me.

It doesn't surprise me that my throat is always a bit raw after we fuck (or make love, depending on the day/time/moon.) And it doesn't surprise me that I'm still glowing right now.

It does surprise me, just a little, that we can still find new things to do after so many years. But it doesn't surprise me that we are comfortable enough to explore previously uncharted waters (Arrr! - Love the hair thing!)

It doesn't surprise me how much I still love you after a couple of decades together (17 yrs old?!?!? you naughty boy, in case you need reminding!) It does surprise me, maybe a little, that I'm still passionate about you - that you still turn me on so much that I want you inside of me desperately when we're making love. That's not how it's supposed to work is it? Good thing TV and pop culture is a load of shit. It doesn't surprise me that we can make love, but it does, a little, when I think about it, that we can still fuck like crazy.

I hope you read this at work and come home to give me another good fucking. Damn!

Booty Day

Arr, Matey! It's Plunderin' Day!

Methinks ye'll have somethin' special in store for me and my booty.

How Was It For You?

For a while there, I thought I might drop off. It was late, going on early, and I was feeling damn comfy. A little too comfy, you know.

I'm glad we made that bath. And I'm glad you had the Water Sprite ready to go. And I'm really glad that it works so well underwater. The first orgasm rocked me pretty hard, but the second, third and fourth were just as intense. I remember pushing against the sides of the tub with my feet, my hips seeming to thrust up of their own accord, straining toward that agony of ecstasy. Even sitting in water couldn't keep me from staying wet and ready for you when I climbed out.

But the way you took me, your hand on my back; the way you reached forward and wound the other into my hair and gripped while you were stroking into me; the way you angled yourself straight into my core, my heart, my soul. Is it any wonder I drenched the towel? After you emptied into me, is it any wonder that when you withdrew and slid your cock across my clitoris I came again with a gush? Is it any wonder that you are the best person I know, my raison d'etre, my universe, my love, my friend?

***

Sunglasses on
She thinks no one sees
Where her eyes stray
Turns her head the other way
Sneaking a glance
A lingering stare
Shifting to where
She can watch him
Just a little longer
Out of sight

***

Caught his eye
Turned her head
Looked right down
Turned bright red
Caught another
Looked away
It's not proper
To display
The kind of interest
That might show
Moving on now
Time to go
Caught another
Looked right through
Though not before
A sec or two
Getting bolder
(Trying to)
Can't flirt like
The others do
Caught one more
And held his stare
Normally
She wouldn't dare
Looked up more now
Glanced around
Kept her eyes up
Off the ground
Tried to hold
A glance or two
Tried a smile
Something new
She's progressing
Day by day
Improving at
The games we play

***

Like Aphrodite
She stands before the sun
A goddess in her own right
Rays of light streaming out
Around her golden body
Glinting on her hair
Thrusting between her legs
When she turns
Wreathed in power
And beauty

***

Note to Self

The hair thing. Blog it.

Another Fun Toy

Peter wanted me to post this as an HNT on my real blog. He's obviously on drugs. Actually, I don't know why I can bring myself to post some of those nipply ones and not this. Too personal, I guess. Or maybe I view it as a little too much of a walk on the wild side for most people's tastes.

***

The Pocket Rocket has been a favorite of mine, but I recently got a Water Sprite as a backup and holy shit if it isn't even buzzier! I think I may have actually worn a little skin off my clit over the last few days. Not sure, but maybe - looks like I might have, feels slightly sensitive. (Take a look?) I guess I'll have to come up with some sort of prevention for that. Like using it as intended in the water, perhaps.

But it was well worth it.


***

Reaching the tendrils of my soul out
Farther and farther
To grasp that elusive swell
Until finally
Eagerly
They entwine themselves around it
Caressing
Fondling
Firmly pulling it close against me
Into me
Through me

***

She sits there
Back to him
Silhouetted in the morning sun
Intent on her book
Not knowing that he sees her body
Stark
Curving
Through the backlit white blouse
Not dreaming
That the rise and fall of her breasts
Clenches his throat
As firmly as the fist
That will bring him
Panting
Gasping
Groaning
To release
As he pictures her
Alone in his bed

***

Creamy white flesh
Rising in smooth mounds
Falling in valleys and clefts
Tempting him to hardness
Quicker than he could have imagined

Firmly muscled arms
The thick dark hairs
An undeniable reminder of his masculinity
The sight of his hands
Enough to swell her, moisten her
Drive her to new heights of desire

Together they are light and dark
Soft and hard
Yin and Yang
In and out
Panting and Groaning
Blessing and purifying
And crying out their ecstasy together

FUCK!

To quote my favorite film:

Fucking... What the fuck? Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... FUCK!!!

Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.

;-)