On Bended Knee

Thanks...

2011-08-24T14:16:00.001-07:00

Dear Universe,

Thank you for creating a God among men. Thank you for making him so perfect that every day my heart sighs at the mere sight of him. Thank you for making him so beautiful (inside and out) that I fall deeper in love and lust with him on a daily basis. Thank you for making him smell so delicious that I instantly feel the urge to bite him. Thank you for the time in the mornings to shower together, so I can gaze at his body with both admiration for its strength and lust for his semi-erect to fully-erect cock. Thank you for that soft patch of hair that tickles my lips when I suck him and smells like the definition of a man. Thank you for the divine hands that give me so much pleasure.

Thank you for giving me a partner that cares for me in every way. Thank you for making my partner one sexy bastard too.

Kisses,

Meg

New

2010-09-17T16:42:00.000-07:00

We ignored the noise coming from outside the door, the general merriment of family. We had a few stolen moments. I intended to use them.

I leaned back against the footboard of the bed, then slid myself up and over it with my legs dangling over the edge. I pulled the hem of my white dress up and over my waist exposing my white panties. Spreading my legs, I pulled my panties to the side to expose my flesh to him. It caught his attention.

He knelt down while unbuckling his belt. His tongue found my clit as he lapped at my moist cunt. My legs found a home on his shoulders as I tried to remain quiet during his ministrations.

Unable to take much more, he stood and slid his pants down. He pulled my legs up along his chest. My strappy-heel clad feet framed his face as he slid into me forcefully. His cock pushed against my g-spot relentlessly. He came hard inside of me while I fought the urge to scream out.

We kissed sweetly as his cock softened and pulled out of me naturally. Realizing that we needed to return to our families, we quickly changed out of our dress clothes and into more casual attire for the afternoon festivities. As I stepped out of our room, I could feel his cum pooling in my panties.

I loved this moment with my new title. Wife.

gaze

2010-06-14T15:40:00.000-07:00

I was busy packing boxes and thinking how much I am going to enjoy seeing him in my home everyday. We have already developed an amazing sense of routine and partnership that warms my heart. But, that isn't what was on my mind. I thought of being able to admire my object of desire whenever I want. To me, it seemed a bit of a role reversal. The notion of voyeurism seems to almost always be a male trait, or at least stereotypically. As I thought about watching him, I felt calmer. I felt satisfied. There is something about his form that is uplifting and comforting to my soul.

I thought of watching him walking around naked. I thought of watching him in the shower. I thought of watching him shave. Simple things really, but so comforting. Thinking of watching him naked in a non-sexual way made me feel closer to him.

Now, I get to enjoy him as the object of my gaze. I love to watch the water run down his long lean body in the shower. I love to watch as he pulls his shirt over his head as we ready for bed. It feels intimate. It starts off in a non-sexual way. Almost elegant and meditative. But, the longer I watch him, the more aroused I become. I want to watch as his cock grows hard before my eyes. I want to taste his skin with my tongue. I want to watch his cock slide into my cunt millimeter by millimeter. I want to watch his face grow tight as his cum warms my cunt. I don't want to miss a single moment.

New Comers Strap-On Kit (Review)

2010-06-14T10:17:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you just have to try something new. We have a new home (together), and we are building a new life (together). So, a new toy seemed like a great way to christen our new home. This time I decided to take on a new role as well.

I am rarely the top. Sure, I have my moments, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. A few years ago, I introduced my Love to the joys of anal pleasure. At this point, anal play has been reserved to a finger during a blow job or a small anal plug during sex for him. When I decided to try something new, I knew I would have to be gentle. He doesn't make a good bottom, and he is firmly entrenched in his heterosexual mindset. Of course, neither of these things are bad. It just means that I have to find just the right toy.

The New Comers Kit was a perfect start. With a lot of foreplay and a lot of a thicker lube such as my favorite for anal play, Maximus, we were ready for some fun. I strapped on the dildo early to get used to the feeling and for him to get used to the sight of it. This was my fantasy, not his. While he is very open minded and very accommodating, this was a lot for him to mentally wrap his mind around. I took it slow because truth be told, I was nervous too. After all, I have never had a cock before, so the movement was slightly different.

The small cock penetrated him easily. Because of our height difference and my preference for face-to-face anal sex, I took him on his back. I liked this because I could read his expressions to determine how fast or slow I needed to go. I also liked it because I could stroke his cock while I slowly fucked his ass. When I hit the right spot, I could feel his cock harden even more and the pre-cum to flow more readily. A couple of times, I ran my finger over the head of his cock and licked the pre-cum off my fingers. He relaxed as the sight of that aroused him more. With a few more strokes of my hand and my "cock" he came hard with long streams of hot cum pouring out onto his belly and the underside of my tits. After removing myself from him, I leaned down to clean up the mess I had created by licking all of the cum from his belly and the tip of his cock.

So how did the toy rate? First, it worked. It worked well. It was exactly what we needed for that fantasy. It's small girth was perfect my Love's first experience being fucked. However, it did take a bit of maneuvering and practice to keep it in place. Its length required shorter strokes to help it stay in place. The strap fit my wider hips just fine, but I wasn't fond of the nylon webbing as it cut into me and became uncomfortable towards the end, especially around my thighs. However, for the price point, this is easily overlooked. I probably will not put it on as early next time either.

Materials: Silicone is considered to be one of the safest compounds for plastic-type sex toys. It is easy to clean, and in my experience, it lasts a very long time. If I am going to buy a dildo that is made from something non-porous like glass or steel, it had better be silicone. I am also sensitive to certain materials such as latex. Silicone eliminates that worry for me and my partner. The strap is made of nylon webbing and a softly padded micro-fiber type material.

Aesthetics: The kit was just over $30, and it looked like a kit that just over $30. A simple strap system (that did stay put), and a fairly non-descript dildo. The o-ring can accommodate a slightly larger dildo such as my Perk, but it cannot go any larger than that. I prefer non-realistic looking dildos, and I also think it helped to soothe my Love's feelings about this adventure as well.

Cleanliness and Additional Notes: Silicone is easy to clean with hot water and mild soap. There is never any odd smells or any concerns about bacterial growth. I found it a bit difficult to clean all of the lube off of the area around the o-ring on the strap. I hand washed it out of fear that it could not handle the washer, but I would have preferred to machine wash it to be more sanitary (even if only in my mind). One thing that I have learned is that Silicone has a natural friction to it. For anal play, I find that I have to use far more lube that I thought was possible and more than I would use for a glass toy or even a real cock. It just needs a little extra cushion with a nice thick lube.

Overall, I was happy with the New Comers Kit from Eden Fantasys. It is a good price point for trying something new. It is uncomplicated and really is made for beginners. Enjoy!

For other toys and fun, shop online.

transition

2010-06-03T14:09:00.001-07:00

Transition can be a good thing, but transitions suck too.

This one is a very good thing, but it is also a very high stress one. We will soon be sharing a home together (a very good thing). It has been a very complicated move with lots of stress from outside of our relationship (sucks).

I find that I am in a weird emotional state as a result. I am impatient. I am overly tired. Excited. Cranky. Giddy. Panicky. I am not enjoying the process because I just want it done. I'm ready to move forward. Ready for my new life to begin. For real. In the real world. In public. Forever.

It is so close, but it feels so far away. It is taking its toll on my sex drive. One minute, I crave his cock in my ass. The next I want to be spanked (or better yet caned). In yet another, I just want to crawl in his arms and sleep for one hundred years. I want to be used. I want to use him. I want him to love me, soothe me gently. I want it all. I want it now.

But, I have to stop myself. I need to be mindful of this journey...this four and one-half year journey. I need to remind myself that we have come so far that a few more weeks is nothing at all. I need to remind myself that I will have a lifetime with him to have all of the things we both so desire. The gentle. The wicked. The sweet. The rough. The intense. The intimate. All because he loved me.

e[lust] #14

2010-05-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

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Answers with an Agenda 1- Fisting - Once you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

Gagged - I think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

Mine - I feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Puppet Master - When I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Shaping Some Limits - “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

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Obsessed

2010-05-24T16:11:00.000-07:00

I am obsessed with this song right now. It is just too perfect for words.

It is the last line that gets me right now:

"Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE7rkSELM3I

life lesson #1247

2010-05-24T15:54:00.000-07:00

Whenever you need to purge your sex toys (for whatever reason), it is always wise to use a higher quality trash bag. Otherwise, as you are lifting the bag to throw it into a very public dumpster in your apartment complex, the bag may split open and spill the contents of all of your used and unwanted sex toys all about the parking lot.

Just thought you might want to learn from my experiences. Of course, it can make for a ridiculously good laugh too. Just sayin'.

Finished and cock worship

2010-05-19T17:00:00.000-07:00

I have finished moving all of my old archives over. Whew. That only took two weeks.

In the meantime, it is no secret that I love his cock. In fact, I love to worship it. A few of my favorite cock worship posts:

And this one isn't completely about his cock, but it is a good post nonetheless:

covet

rhythm

2010-05-15T04:00:00.000-07:00

I watched as small patches of skin magically turn pink and pinker still. The blood rushing to the surface of the skin was as beautiful as watching a flower bloom. I could feel the heat emanating from his flesh. With each strike of the belt, his back from just below his ass to the tops of his shoulder grew angrier shades of red. I could see the welts rise up from the edges of the belt in a lovely crisscrossing pattern. As the blows came steadily, his breaths slowed. His body relaxed. He looked peaceful. I fell into a rhythm as well. The strikes became an extension of my breath.

When I was satisfied with the tiny highways of welts I had created on his back, I laid the belt down and ran my hand over my masterpiece. Then, as if drawn in by the heat, I removed my clothes and draped myself over him. I wrapped around his still body and absorbed his heat into my breasts, belly and cunt. We laid that way for quite a while. Our breathing in sync. Our hearts beating together. His heat becoming my heat.

sappy archives

2010-05-14T08:00:00.000-07:00

I am still reposting old stuff. I have no idea why it won't import in, but that is okay. I am having fun reliving these old memories.

Funny, so little has changed for us in terms of the emotion and intensity. We just get to be public about our love now, and the distance has been reduced.

I do so love this man:

subspace

2010-05-13T15:08:00.000-07:00

He put the collar on me, then the wrist cuffs. Then, bound me. Hands behind my back. Breasts bound. I was floating from the moment the collar was fastened. Each touch sent shivers through my body as his fingers worked the knots on the rope.

“Get on your knees,” was that last thing I remember hearing as I did as I was told and he fed me his cock.

My body hummed. My scalp tingled. I remember nothing but the sensation of my body floating somewhere between orgasm and heaven.

I know that he spanked me and used his belt on me. I know because he told me later. In acknowledement, I ran my fingers over the warm flesh where he beaten me earlier.

I know that he plugged my ass. I know because I became coherent slightly when he removed it, but it was hours later before I could fully comprehend what that sensation actually was.

I know that I asked for permission to cum and squeezed his cock mercilessly as I did because he told me that I had. I talked. I moaned. He told me that too.

I remember his body leaving mine and feeling light only to realize he had removed my bindings.

I remember shaking as he scooped me into his arms and stroked my hair.

I remember bliss.

s'aint

2010-05-13T14:51:00.000-07:00

I find it ironic that the only thing that is remotely offensive to me in this video is the excessive use of drug.

Past, Present and Future

2010-05-11T16:11:00.000-07:00

I am having to manually re-load old posts, so it is taking quite a bit of time. However, it is kind of fun to have the opportunity to interact with those old posts again. As I read about the first time we met, I am struck by how I still feel the same. After three and half years, this love has not gotten stale. It hasn't gotten routine. Of course, we have routines and rhythms, but we haven't taken this love for granted. This love is still just as beautiful and fresh.

In fact, I feel even better in this relationship. The uncertainty is gone. The security and openness is there. The dreams have become reality, and our future seems quite bright.

I think I believe in miracles because this love certainly feels like one. It has been difficult at times, but our love is stronger than ever.

e[lust] #13

2010-05-10T17:33:00.000-07:00

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Stuck - Since I first saw the picture he sent me I have had this visual stuck in my head, like a sweet thing lingering in the mouth.... wrists bound, tied to headboard--ankles bound, tied to baseboard-- naked, exposed

Animalistic - I grabbed the back of your ponytail like I owned you. No protest. Only a moan. Fuck, how aroused were you? Even your kiss was desperate, wet, passionate; your body was on fire and it showed.

A Hot Afternoon - She took Grady's hand and guided it between her legs. Grady's instinct kicked in as soon as she touched Hatty's tender clit and felt the wetness gathered there.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Fixation/Addiction - In porn, both video and photo, I have little interest in the men. It’s the women who get my full attention, who arouse me. I seek them out. I flick past hetero couplings, bored. Blow jobs? Meh. Oh wait, close-up of her pussy? Her coming? Ok I’ll watch now.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Thanks for the mansplanation, but I greatly prefer my vibrator - His views on female masturbation (derived, clearly, from absolutely nothing legitimate) are so fucked up, so irritating, and so detrimental, that I want to punch him in the face. It is, truly, mansplaining at its finest.

See also: Pleasurists #75 and #76 for all your sex toy review needs.

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challenge

2010-05-02T19:01:00.000-07:00

One of the biggest challenges to a long distance relationship is parenting. We both have children. We both adore our time with our children.

The challenge is when we haven't seen each other in a month, and we have both children on a very busy weekend. Now, this wouldn't be an issue at all if we lived in a home with ample space and sound proof walls. It wouldn't be an issue, as well, if we had children that slept easily.

On a weekend like this, the lack of privacy makes sex a challenge. Oh, and let's not forget the wild sex. You know the kind we have been craving for the last month. There were no spankings this weekend. No fisting. No cutting or choking. There was no hard fucking. No biting. No bondage. No loud orgasms. No cock sucking.

What we were left with was just as good (or almost as good). There was dirty talk whispered softly in my ear. There was his cock pressing deliciously against my g-spot as I fought to not utter a single desperate sound. There was the record breaking hardness of his cock that seemed impossibly hard until I felt him get even harder as he twitched and came inside of me. There were orgasms achieved in unison. There was some amazing sleep to be had post-orgasm in his arms as well.

I hope to remedy the privacy situation soon and have some alone time because I do really need the hard stuff too.

simple.

2010-04-29T07:00:00.000-07:00

Bone on bone.

Hip on hip.

Soft flesh against soft flesh.

We experience each coupling as if we have never touched before. I am constantly amazed by the softness of his skin and the hardness of his cock. I want to memorize his body with my fingers and taste him for the first time. When he bites me or stretches my cunt, my body becomes lighter and lets go of the daily stresses. It is meditative as my mind clears, and my focus is solely on him and the connection between us.

That is all I want right now. Our bodies tangled together. Nothing but sensations. No thought. Just bone on bone, hip on hip, soft flesh against soft flesh.

Then, maybe I will know him again and get to keep him here forever.

Silence

2010-04-28T18:27:00.001-07:00

In many religions, silence is a precious thing. Quakers use silence in their religious services. Silent meditation is a part of many Eastern religions as well such as Buddhism. Silence forces you to reflect. It forces you to think or let go of thought. When you practice silence, you learn what is important to say and what is important to let go. This blog most certainly isn't about religion. Unless, you want to call the worship of my love a religion. I sometimes do. It is very often a very spiritual experience to love and care for him.

But, my silence from this blog has been intentional at times and unintentional at other times. I sometimes feel that I have lost my voice when it comes to blogging about sex, so I remain silent to make sure that my words carry some weight. Other times, I stay quiet because I am just so damned selfish. I want to keep him to myself.

When you fall in love, you want to shout it from the rooftops. When we started, I could not do this because our relationship was illicit. So, I expressed it through my blog. Now, our relationship is legitimate. Our families and friends know of our love for one another. (In fact, we are getting married before the end of the year!) Now, I want to keep some of our love private. I want to fold it up and carry it in a pocket close to my heart. It is funny how the human mind works.

At his urging and my own desire, I will begin writing more. I don't know what I will want to say just yet, but the words are forming.

When I close my eyes

2010-04-28T05:00:00.000-07:00

When I close my eyes, even for a split second, I can see him above me. My eyes gravitate to the shape of his shoulders, the line of his collarbone. I admire the dimple where muscle meets bone, how the muscles move over bone as he moves into me. In that instant, I love him more. I cannot hold back. I bite him. My teeth sinking in to the muscle. His skin is smooth and sweet.

When I pull away, I see a tiny, perforated, angry-red circle. The red is a perfect contrast to his pale skin. I know that it will bruise. I know that he will push on the bruise when we are apart and wince, and that he will be brought back to that place when it was just him and me. Where it was just our love there, holding on to one another as if our lives depended on it.

Permanent

2010-03-08T15:59:00.001-08:00

I have had the same dream three times now.

At one of our previous meetings, he bit me while I was driving. My hand was resting on the gearshift, and he was overwhelmed in that moment to nibble on me. He did not nibble, however. He chomped. I cried out.

Just above my elbow was a perfect ring of teeth. His teeth. I admired the perforated red lines. I giggled because he did it. I giggled a little because I was worried he left a mark. He had. It took several weeks for the bruises to fade. It did not go unnoticed. I wrote it off as evidence of my usual clumsiness. It passed.

I fingered those bruises often. They were a visible reminder of his love and affection. I loved them. I miss them now.

In my dream, he bit me with that same devilish grin. I saw the same perforated, red ring. I ran my finger over the bumps and smiled. Within moments, I drove to my tattoo parlor and had the marks tattooed on me. Forever. Permanently. A reminder of his love forever.

*****

Posted by me elsewhere in May, 2007.

reconnection

2010-03-07T09:41:00.000-08:00

Work. Sickness. Work. Sickness. Work. Sickness.

It has been a vicious cycle lately. I have been stressed at work, and my health has payed the price. I am so ready for my upcoming two week vacation. But, that vicious circle has had a even more detrimental effect on my sex drive.

But, it is slowly returning. the sweetest thoughts make me pussy slick. Kissing him, waking up next to him and rolling over to run my hand over his chest, hearing his voice in my ear, or maybe just the simple thought of his cock sliding into me slowly. It doesn't take much.

Three nights in a row, I have gone to sleep with my cum dripping deliciously from my cunt after sweet phone sex sessions with my love. I hate that he is still so far away, but so very thankful that we have been able to reconnect.

2010-02-23T15:53:00.000-08:00

This image (and thought) just makes me happy.

owned

2010-01-28T14:53:00.000-08:00

His hunger was felt in every touch, every grip, every thrust. Quickly he spread my legs. Long after his hands left my thighs, I could still feel the impression of each of his fingers as he had grabbed them with such purpose.

His pushed in quickly. Whether I was wet enough was not of consequence. I gasped at the suddenness of his depth, though the force was welcome. I watched as he rose up to his knees and pushed my legs towards my chest. Each thrust sent an electric shock through my body as his cock pounded my g-spot. I marveled at his intensity as I fought to keep my eyes on him.

As his thrusting grew increasingly powerful, he pushed my face into the mattress so I could no longer look at him. It wasn't a time for making love. It was his time to get out his pent up desires and frustrations. He wanted to use my body for his own pleasure. Disconnected from his face, from my emotional connection with him, I grew wetter. The animal desire to fuck and be fucked took over. There was nothing else but my flooding orgasm and his plunging cock.

shaving

2010-01-27T14:44:00.001-08:00

I love watching him shave, especially since he switched to shaving the old fashioned way—shaving soap, badger brush and a safety razor. There is something distinctly masculine about watching him brush the lather on his face. Each methodical stroke, every second of intense concentration exudes sexiness. I can't articulate why exactly. Maybe it is that he is typically half naked, only covered by a towel wrapped around his waist. Maybe it is the rich earthly scent that just smells like a man. Maybe it is the short, careful strokes that remind me of how touches and caresses my skin. Or, maybe it is the unbelievably smooth skin that is left behind. It is so smooth; in fact, that I often imagine his face cradled between by thighs nestled against my pussy.

I think it is a little all of these things, but mostly I think it is just that it reminds me that he is a man, a very sexy man that I cannot take my eyes off of. My Man.