Our HNT #58

These past couple weeks have been spent going back over our HNT contributions. If you haven't seen it already, you can find a retrospective of our favourite HNT's in our last post. Thanks, Os, for all your hard work and dedication to HNT!

It seemed only fitting that for the final HNT we not only put our clothes back on, but also that we somehow incorporate our first HNT contribution from 58 weeks ago. We hope that you've enjoyed our HNT posts even half as much as we've enjoyed taking them and participating in the HNT phenomena.

Goodbye, HNT!

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TMI Tuesday - 12/27

‘Tis better to give than receive…?

For this week’s TMI Tuesday why don’t you tell us:

1. What was your favorite Christmas gift that you received ?

My husband gave me a lottery ticket. If I win, I can guarantee you that will be my favourite gift.

2. What was the most practical gift that you received?
Sinus rinse and unscented body lotion from one person and shampoo and deoderant from another.

3. What was the silliest, most fun, crazy or impractical gift that you received?
Oh...maybe you folks can tell me what you think I should do about this. I haven't told anyone in my family about this...I've just been rolling it over in my head. There's this elderly lady that I make a cake for every year. She normally gives me a cake in return, but a special cake traditional to my culture. Soon after last Christmas, she phoned me to say that she would not be making that cake anymore as she could no longer manage - not surprising, as she's very small and frail -- and offered me the recipe. I gladly took the recipe and told her that from now on, I'd add that cake to my Christmas repertoire and that I'd be sure to bring her some every year. So this Christmas, she got one of my regular cakes AND two of our traditional cakes, along with a small gift from me that I usually sneak in - often some warm socks and a soft t-shirt or something similar. I left and about two days later, her daughter arrived at my door with a gift bag she said her mother asked her to deliver to me. When I opened it on Christmas morning, the bag contained four items of clothing. Three were items I had gifted to her on previous Christmases, one still in the box and tissue just the way I gave it to her and the fourth was a personalized shirt that clearly one of her grandchildren had made for her as a gift. All smelled like camphor balls. None will even come close to fitting me. I can't decide if she compiled these things because she wanted to give me a gift and didn't have anything else (in which case I'll accept it gracefully), or if she gave me the bag in error (which makes me want to return it), so I'm still undecided as to what - if anything - to do about it. She certainly wasn't in a position to feel obligated to give me a gift at all, as I made it clear to her that I'd be happy to take over her tradition and to make the cakes for her - we even agreed that she'd get two cakes - one for Christmas and a second for her birthday which follows early in the year. What would you do? I seriously don't want to offend her, but I know she doesn't have a lot and I don't want her to feel like she has to give me presents in return.

4. If you had a special holiday meal, what was your favorite food?
Definitely the turkey. Low fat, I can eat pretty well as much as I want without the worry.

Bonus: Share the recipe of your favorite food from the holiday meal.
I make a delicious but healthy stuffing to go with my turkey. I almost never cook from a recipe, so I've just put in brackets approximately what I used this time for your reference, but cooking's not science - you can add more onion and less celery, etc. and make it your own!
I brown turkey sausage (I used 10 sausages) that I have removed from the casings. Once browned, add a small amount of apple juice (about 1/2 cup) and let the sausage meat simmer to cook through, then remove them from the pot. Then I saute onions (one large), celery (four stalks) and apples (2, peeled, cored and cubed) until the onions are translucent. I add chopped fresh parsley (big handful) to the pot and add the sausage back in. Then add two or three packs of StuffnSuch Cornbread (or chicken or turkey...whatever) flavoured boxed stuffing mix. Then I add chicken broth (around 4 cups) until it reaches my desired consistency. I made it the day before, so just before we ate, I added some additional chicken stock (about 2 cups) and just kept turning it over in the pot until heated through.

Bonus, bonus: Whatcha doin’ for New Year’s Eve?
Probably the same as usual....nothing. These days I don't even bother to stay up long enough to ring in the New Year.

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We said: An HNT Retrospective

For those of you who have not been following, Osbasso has decided that it's time to retire HNT after just over six and a half successful years. This Thursday, December 29th will be the final HNT post and then HNT will be no more. I'm sure that on many blogs, a form of HNT will continue. Our blog will continue to post some naughty pics here and there and it's even possible we may join one of the other groups around - Sinful Sunday or Wanton Wednesday - that remains to be seen.

L and I came late to the HNT party - we've only been participating for fifty-eight weeks - just over a year. In all that time, we've only missed one week and that was when we went away together on vacation and were having such a great time we forgot all about it, even though we had pre-planned what we would do! With the themed HNT's scheduled for Christmas, it didn't really allow for any room to fit in a retrospective of some of our favourite HNT's, so we decided that instead of our usual post this week, we'd each choose a few of our favourites to share with you.

We find HNT to be a fickle beast. Sometimes the most rushed and innocuous photo choice can elicit a large number of comments, whereas other times, we post with a smug sense of satisfaction at our creativity and wit and only get a few. Only one of our favourites is based on reader reaction though. Some are favourites by virtue of what was going on behind the picture - for the fun time we had in creating that picture. Some are here because in a simple photograph, the connection we share is epitomized. Yet others have made the list because even though the picture itself is not necessarily so remarkable, the combination of picture and caption goes so well together that (in our humble opinion) it really makes the HNT as a whole something special.

While we do Photoshop pictures at times, we rarely do more than crop. We do occasionally have to obscure either our surroundings or our identities, by removing backgrounds as well as tattoos, piercings, birthmarks and other tell-tale aspects on our bodies. Even though our picture idea for a week might not be at all titillating and may include only our hands or feet, for example, with the exception of two HNT's, we have always been completely naked when we shoot the photos, as this helps to keep clothing and other identifying items from inadvertently being included in the shot. We've even taken pictures that looked fine on the viewing screen of our phones or cameras only to see it on the bigger screen later that night and realize it's unusable. Nothing's worse than trying to figure out how we can get back together in time to reshoot a failed attempt at an HNT - trust me, it has happened a few times!

Without further ado, here are our Top 10 Favourite HNT's, but in no particular order. Note that where marked, there are click-throughs and that the post titles link back to the original postings.

Our HNT #6 - Both L and V's pick

V: This was last year's Three Christmas Wishes HNT and was nothing exceptional. What made this post special was that at the last minute, L added in a cropped version of a picture he had taken of me wearing my Mrs. Santa costume for him. As a direct result of that picture, that one post has had double the pageviews of any other HNT we've ever done. It has to be the boobs - the words just weren't worthy of that kind of traffic!

L: What can I say, nothing like a pair of fur encased boobies to drive page views. I guess lots of people have naughty Mrs. Santa Claus fantasies.


Our HNT #11 - L's pick

V: I liked this picture myself. It's a still frame from a short video L took of him doing naughty things with my breasts. L had to go out of town on business and I was on my own for HNT for the first time. L had shown me how to extract a frame from the videos and I had pored through looking for a suitable shot. I recall him being quite pleased with my choice.

L: People get to look at V's boobies but I get to squeeze them. Some women don't like their breasts played with but V likes a good boob squeeze and nipple bite on occasion.

Our HNT #26 - L's pick

V: I'm a big fan of having my nipples nibbled. Who am I kidding? I like to be bitten. Hard. L likes to bite. Hard. A match made in heaven.

L: If this keep up people are going to think I am breast obsessed. Well, truth be told, I probably am.



Our HNT #2 - V's pick

V - We tossed around a number of different captions for this photo. It was being posted the week of American Thanksgiving, so we knew we wanted it to follow that theme, but we thought comments about "breast" too obvious. We both laughed when we came up with the one we used, which was "white meat or dark meat?".

L: 'nuff said.



Our HNT #39 (click-through) - L's pick

V: As a surprise for L, I ordered a pair of vampire gloves online. There was a mixup and when I followed up after a few weeks, I found that the order had been lost. I sent my proof of payment and they rushed the gloves out to me, along with an added treat by way of apology for the error. I laughed when I opened the box, because L and I had been talking about getting some clothespins to mess around with. These pins were all joined together with a beaded thread that could be pulled to remove all the pins in one big tug. Very ouchy, but very nice! I think L really enjoyed pulling that string.....

L: Another breast picture, I guess there is no used denying it now playing with V's boobies are loads of fun. I picked this picture because the clothespins were an interesting accessory to a fun afternoon.


Our HNT #29 - L and V's pick

V: Clearly our most risque HNT, it is actually a frame from a video that was taken by L's friend, Theodora, who was visiting from England - only we hadn't written the story of that yet! So we instead used this HNT as a lead up to the Theodora story.

L: We often strain the bounds of the HNT concept which is about "nekkid" not "extremely naughty" like this pic is, but it was just so hot we had to publish it.


Our HNT #44 - L's pick

V: This is a prime example of an HNT that I didn't think was anything too special, but yet this HNT garnered our highest number of comments on a single post, HNT or otherwise.


L: Sometimes V doesn't appreciate what a great photographer I am. Just teasing sweetie.




Our HNT #17 (click-through) - V's pick

V: I love this one - so freaking cute! One wouldn't think fingers with faces on them could be so expressive, but they'd be wrong!

L: This was V's concept and I think it came out great.

Our HNT #36 - L and V's pick


V: This post is really the culmination of three separate posts and too complicated to replicate here. The first and second lines and the pics that went with them each appeared in their own post previously, tied together with the final lines in this post along with a pic of us at the nude beach. The first post is actually my favourite of the three and we only came up with the idea of following through with the Dr. Seuss-like verse after it was already posted. We decided right away what the second line/picture could be right away - very easy, but then ruminated about what we could do for the final bit. Thank goodness we had two weeks to think about it! We chatted about it just days before post time, while sitting on our blanket at the nude beach and threw out all the rhymes we could think of...and finally L came up with the final line. What a relief!


L: As she says, I'm brilliant.


Our HNT #40 (click-through) - V's pick

V: No secret - we love rope. We have lots of different colours, lengths, thicknesses, and even made from different materials - nylon, silk, cotton and jute, for example. When I was roaming the hardware store one day, I spotted this glow in the dark rope used for securing boats and since it was cheap enough, I bought it, figuring it was a small price to pay for the amount of fun we'd probably have with it. I was right!

L: Rope has been a supporting cast member for many of our HNT's. This was an extra special rope occasion.


V: Well, there you have it - our top 10 favourite HNT's of all time.

L: You missed one V - there's still one left here.



Our HNT #47 - Post-It Note Theme - Only HNT Os ever commented on

V: Oh, you're right. That's the HNT from the week Os announced a Post-It Note theme. What made that post special?


L: In 58 weeks of HNT participation, that HNT is the only one where Os has ever left a comment.

V: Wow - so that's a very special HNT indeed!

Our HNT #57 - Three Christmas Wishes

Without a doubt, Os is correct - this is the most difficult HNT of the year. The theme is an interesting one - to come up with a wish or a gift for three of your fellow bloggers with whom you wouldn't already be exchanging gifts. Sounds easy, right? Not so!

Much like we did last year, we spent a considerable amount of time deciding who would be the beneficiaries of our gifting and then considerably more time deciding what their gifts should be! Since there are two of us, we are cheating a bit and actually gifting to six of our blogger friends. Each of these recipients hosts a blog that we enjoy and follow and we thought that this would be a great way of saying "thank you" for the great stories and continued inspiration to keep things fun. Of course, there are many other deserving bloggers, but we could only pick three. Each. So, without further ado, here are our recipients in no particular order:

Riff Dog from Ashley and Me

We'd like to provide Riff with a pencil and a notebook - heck, since we don't even have to actually pay, we'll even say a new computer - whatever it takes to get the Hannah story out of this guy. We're seriously about to give up on waiting to see what happened with Hannah........

Mrs. Discontented

Mrs. D., as we affectionately call her, has expressed an interest more than once in rope bondage. She is always intrigued by our rope play and though we hope one day to be able to have some rope play with her in person, we thought that in the meantime, we could give her some rope and a very good book, Bondage for Sex, to teach her some of the basics and maybe even give her some new ideas.

Hedone from The Pleasure Principle

The Big Book of Breasts

Much like L, Hedone is a big fan of breasts. I've bought L a few books about breasts, including some that are 3D and require glasses to get the full effect, but he really likes this one and recommends it highly. We hope Hedone enjoys perusing its pages.

KaziGrrl from Dragon's Kink

Fire cups

Fire cupping is an ancient form of alternative medicine where the inside of the cups are heated with a flame forming a vacuum and put against the skin, where it suctions on. It's supposed to increase bloodflow to the area and promote healing. Fire cupping has become a popular form of edge play with BDSM practitioners lately and is sometimes coupled with fire or blood play. We'd like to give KaziGrrl her own set of fire cups. Of course, one needs to learn how to use them properly, so we'd send Kazi and her Sir to "An Introduction to Fire Cupping" as well!

heelsnstocking from Sexual Adventures of a Married Woman

One of our homemade floggers
At first, we were going to spring to have Yummy's second nipple pierced for her (we like symmetry!), but then we decided a homemade gift would be better and thought we could make her one of our homemade floggers. Stingy or thuddy? I'm working on a beauty now.....

Jack and Jill from Frisky in the 916

Jack and Jill, much like me, are very much into books and words. I would like to gift them a series of quirky reference books. I think they'd enjoy learning the definitions of unusual words or even the origins of everyday ones. Hey, maybe they'd even be interested in co-authoring a lexicon with me - we can call it The Dictionary of Naughty Words.

We hope you all enjoy your virtual gifts. We wish you - and all our readers - a very happy holiday season, whatever you celebrate!

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TMI Tuesday - 12/20

Happy Holidays!

This time of year there are so many holidays and celebrations that overlap, which is why it is called Holiday Season.

1. What will you be celebrating? If it isn’t a commonly known holiday or celebration (i.e., Christmas, winter solstice, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa) briefly tell us about it.
I celebrate Christmas.

2. What’s your favorite Christmas or holiday tune?
My favourite Christmas song is Hark! The Herald Angels Sing. I thoroughly enjoy Christmas songs sung or played in the traditional format - more hymnal. They set the tone of what Christmas is all about to me, rather than the contemporary renderings playing on the radio all day every day these days - not a fan at all.

3. If you are giving or receiving gifts this holiday season:
- What’s the gift you most want?
- What do you think is the best gift you are giving?
I do exchange gifts with my immediate family and two or three special friends. I am not too bothered about receiving gifts and rarely have anything I "want" or ask for. In fact, I have a bit of a reputation of being hard to buy for. Every now and then, though, I am absolutely tickled to receive a gift where someone has made an effort to do something special for me. I take great pleasure (not to mention time and effort) in gifting the special people in my life with very personal things that they will love and it is so meaningful to me when someone does the same for me. I'm giving a couple gifts I'm very pleased with this year - I bought someone two books by an author they really like, but to make it extra special, I emailed the author and asked if she'd autograph them. The author agreed and so I mailed her the books and got them back last week. My sister will be thrilled when she gets the autographed books with the printed email thread between the author and I tucked in the pages. The other is for L, but since he might read this, we'll keep it a secret for now.

4. If you could spend this December holiday season anywhere, where would that be?
Somewhere quiet and alone. Okay, maybe I'd take someone special with me, but that's it.

5. Your family has announced that the holiday celebration & get-together will be at your home. You think to yourself:

a. Yes! Finally…the more the merrier.
b. I don’t have enough room for all of you, but let’s rent a hall and you all get hotel rooms.
c. Over my dead body, I don’t want you freaks in my house.
d. Hmm…I wonder if it’s too late to book a flight to anywhere, leaving on Christmas eve?
How about option e. Again? Christmas has been celebrated at my house every year for over 20 years now - I'm the only one with a house large enough to accommodate everyone comfortably.

6. Have you ever given a fruit cake as a Christmas gift or a gift at all? Do you even like fruit cake?
I hate raisins, so I'd imagine I'd hate fruitcake. Never given, received or tasted one. I'd probably pick the nuts off the top, though!

Bonus: Share with us one of your holiday traditions.
Every year I bake (literally) hundreds and hundreds of cookies and close to fifty cakes and give them away as gifts, mostly to elderly friends of my parents that are no longer able to bake for themselves. That way, if someone comes to visit them, they have something to serve with the tea, starting with me when I visit to drop them off!

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She said: Heavy Rains Lead to Flooding

Once again, the holiday season is upon us and with it, the usual challenges of finding time to get together in between our stepped-up home commitments. This "infrequent visit" patch is always swiftly followed by the actual holidays where L and I are at home or out of town with our families and although we still talk to each other nearly every day, it does mean a long break where we don't get to see each other at all.

To make the best of the "infrequent visit" patch of time, we decided to have one last lunch at the Conservation Area we've visited (and written about) several times in the past. The park closed down for the winter on Thanksgiving weekend back in October, but we figured we could park at the gated entrance and hike down into the parkland. The weather was expected to be fairly warm for December - certainly on the plus side of zero - however it was supposed to rain until mid-day and then clear up. We decided to meet for a late lunch to give the rain time to pass, since we'd have quite a long walk to get to a suitable place to stop and have our lunch.

Knowing L as I do, I went commando and wore a shirt that buttoned down the front for easy access. Otherwise, I dressed warmly AND wore socks and brought mittens, though I despise wearing both. I brought two bags with me. I had packed our lunch into one and the second contained a tarp and a sleeping bag.....just in case. As I turned onto his street, it started to drizzle and I chuckled to myself. Figures. I picked L up and we drove over to the park gates, but fortunately by the time we got there, the rain had stopped. I parked in such a way as to not block the gates or be in anyone's way, since there really wasn't any designated parking there. We got out and with L carrying the bags I had brought, we head through the barrier.

It wasn't very cold at all, but it was quite overcast and dark for mid-afternoon. Areas of the sky were brightening up, but others remained ominously black. As we hiked in along the tree-lined road, we remarked how much closer it seemed when driving. We turned the corner and the wooded area opened up to the first large clearing. We decided to walk on, since this picnic site didn't have a sheltered eating area.

L glanced across the open field and said, "Is that a dog?" I looked and wondered myself. Whatever it was observed us very intently as we walked along. L thought it was more likely a coyote. It was a great distance away, though, so I didn't worry about it and we walked on. We started down a small incline and I told L I thought we were close to the first picnic site with a shelter. I was right. We had the choice of continuing walking along the road to reach the shelter or taking a shortcut down a fairly high and steep grassed hill and across the field. We decided on the shortcut and carefully made our way down. I was relieved it wasn't too muddy, so we didn't really have any issues with our footing.

We reached the shelter and sat at one of two picnic tables available there. As I put out the food, I noticed a woman in the distance with two small dogs on leashes and a third larger and clearly older dog trailing slowly behind. Several minutes later, a man walked up the road...and then a park vehicle drove down. We wondered if they would ask us to leave, but they ignored us and drove deeper into the park. Partway through our lunch, it started to rain. Not mist. Not drizzle. Actually, not even the word "rain" adequately describes the torrential deluge that started. The sound of the heavy rain was magnified by the tin roof of the shelter - it sounded like the roar of a waterfall.

We finished our cheese, crackers and soup and I packed up the garbage. The rain teased, easing off for just a minute or two before resuming. I looked up and pointed out to L that our friend the coyote - or perhaps it was a friend of our friend - was again across the field watching us intently. I laughingly told L that I was so happy that I was no longer limping from a recent injury, as the coyote might think "Ooooh...there's a fat, tasty morsel...and she's limping...I'll bet I could catch her, no problem!"

He laughed and took my hands across the picnic table and held them both in one of his. With the other hand, he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a bundle of purple rope. This was not our usual rope - it was the latest sex toy Eden Fantasys had sent our way from their bondage and fetish offerings, the Fetish Fantasy Series Japanese Silk Rope. He unravelled it, found the bight and tied my hands at the wrists. The texture of the rope was not the same as the rope L usually ties with - though strong, it was fluffier and quite soft.

Wordlessly, he got up and walked over to the back corner of the shelter, tugging me along behind. He tied my hands around the support upright, then wound the rope around the rest of me, pulling me in tight. After stepping away for a moment to admire his work, he came closer again and started to talk to me. He told me that he had planned to bring me down into the park, tie me to a tree and fuck me, but that even if the rain had not washed out his plan, the park was still much busier than he expected, considering it was supposed to be closed to the public. He spent a few minutes telling me in no uncertain terms exactly what he had planned to do to me while he had me strapped to the tree and I squirmed in my binding, getting very turned on and wet.

He kissed me before releasing me, promising me a raincheck on the tied-to-the-tree sex. The rain had stopped and we decided to make the hike back to the car right away in case it started up again. I was going straight home, but I didn't want L to have to sit in wet clothes for the rest of his workday. We arrived at the car without incident despite the slightly more treacherous ascent of the hill to the road, now that the ground was muddier. I drove L back to his office. I left him with a kiss and as I pulled out onto the main road, wouldn't you know it - the sun broke through the clouds and shone gloriously on the wet roads.

He said: Lunch for a Coyote, I Think Not

We should have know better than to attempt outdoor sex in December but hey, we are just a pair of crazy kids. A forecast warm December had us walking down the roadway in a closed park looking for a good place for lunch and a nooner. I remarked to V as we walked that we should have brought along an umbrella in case it rained. We had envisioned a quiet secluded lunch on the blanket followed with some potential hanky panky as is implied by the picture below.

Alas and alack what we ended up with was this.

A rainy lunch in a steel roofed, concrete floored picnic shelter with a mangy looking coyote eyeing us from the distance. You may not be able to see him or her in the picture but trust me it's there. Now we might have laid out our blanket on the cold hard concrete floor of the picnic shelter and went at it like the randy libertines we are if it weren't for the steady parade of dog walkers. You have to really love your dog to walk it in a monsoon like downpour a 15 minute walk from the front gates of a closed park.Though we did have a nice lunch of cheese and crackers the whole tie V to the tree with the Fetish Fantasy Series Japanese Silk Rope that we had received from our sex toy supplier Eden Fantasys  would have to wait for another day, perhaps next year because in our neck of the woods tying someone to a tree in the dead of winter is considered beyond the boundaries of the triple S of bondage and fetish play. I did give V a little preview of what I had planned for her, and I must say the rope is very nice and soft, much nicer than the cheap Home Depot stuff we usually use. If you do it do remember, silk rope should never be used for suspension.

So this post documents a case of fuckusnotquiteus. Wouldn't you know it that 5 minutes after V and I went alone on our merry ways the suns came out. Curses to the weather gods.

Our HNT #56

*click* on the decorations to get a better look!

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He said: The One Where I do Mrs. Santa Claus in the Ass

Time was short and we needed to take some festive pics for the winding down of HNT. We had to use a different space than normal and were pressed for time because I had an after work meeting I had to attend so we quickly got down to business. V unpacked the decorations she had brought along and I got down to decorating. We quickly abandoned the idea of tying a rope corset with the garland, it was just too flimsy so instead I artfully wrapped and draped it around V's body and snapped a few pictures. Then I added a few nipple ornaments. The plastic ornament hangers V had brought with her made perfect little nipple clamps to hold the festive balls in place. The next scene we photographed is hard to explain but could be captioned "L decorating the Vmas tree". Once you see it you'll understand what I mean.

Then it was on to the moment I was waiting for. V put on her red velvet teddy, g-string and hat and was transformed into Mrs. Santa Claus. We took a picture of her cleavage in the outfit for last year's Three Christmas Wishes HNT and it was very popular. Ever had your cock sucked by Mrs. Santa Claus? I have, then I nestled my cock between Mrs. Santa Claus' magnificent breasts in a reprise of V and our first HNT.

Next up was what I had been waiting for all day. Mrs. Santa Claus lubed up her ass and I lubed up my cock. She leaned over the chair I had so thoughtfully provided and slid my cock into her ass. Can you think of anything naughtier than fucking Mrs. Santa Claus in the ass? I certainly can't. Mrs. Santa Claus held on tightly to the chair arms while I slid my cock in and out of her tight butt. I had a firm grip on her hips as I told her how nice it was to ravage her backside. I could tell from her moans that she didn't mind it hard and fast though I was concerned that her head might end up hitting the wall. It would not be good to give Mrs. Santa Claus a concussion so I made sure that as I thrust forward I also pulled back on her hips. It wasn't long before I came. We kissed and hugged for a few minutes afterwards and just as we were getting ready to start on round two so I could gift Mrs. Claus with an orgasm the alarm went off. Evidently we had spent more time than we should of on picture taking. As we quickly cleaned up I promised Mrs. Claus that I would deliver her present very soon.

Here is your present dear readers, a picture of my cock in Mrs. Santa Claus' ass. I have a funny feeling that there will be coal in my stocking this Christmas.

She said: Festive Fun

I was getting ready to go out to meet with L. We were planning on shooting some pictures we needed for our upcoming HNT posts, so I was running around picking up items we'd need - some Christmas decorations for our tree, my Sexy Santa suit and so on, when I received a text message from L that said, "All I want for Christmas is to fuck Mrs. Claus in the ass!". I finished my preparations with a big smile on my face and left.

Circumstances necessitated that we use a different room than we usually would and we set up in there. It had far less space than we were used to, but we've been in close quarters before and managed. I unpacked the various items I had brought for decorations and put them all in one area on the floor, then undressed and waited for L to tell me what to do.

We had kind of talked about picture ideas for our Christmas Tree HNT and I had suggested we take a fifty foot length of garland and tie a rope corset around me. We had ornaments to hang from the garland and a star to use to obscure our faces and we were all set. L started to tie using his "rope", but it soon became clear that the garland wasn't sufficiently tensile to be able to properly tie a rope corset with. He moved to Plan B, which was to more drape than tie the garland over my body and we took some pictures.

Next he asked me to put on my Sexy Santa outfit, which consists of a red velvet teddy, g-string and hat, all lined with white marabou. After reorganizing some of the furniture to set it up to his satisfaction, he called me over. Still fully dressed, he sat down in a chair against a wall, removed his pants and asked me to suck his cock. I knelt on the floor in front of him, ran my hands up his bare thighs and took him in my mouth. While I sucked his rapidly engorging cock, I slid my hands up his t-shirt and held him at his waist. So engrossed was I that I barely noticed that he took pictures.

When he decided he was ready to fuck me, he stopped me and stood up. He turned me around to stand facing the chair, then puttered off to rummage around before returning with some reams of paper. He had me stand on the paper to alleviate the height problem, then bent me over with my hands on the arms of the chair. He pulled off his shirt, lubed up his cock and stepped forward to slide it into my waiting ass.

The stacked paper caused a bit of slip and slide action, but otherwise was useful to bring my height up to where he could reach me better. That minor instability coupled with the force of his thrusts meant that I really couldn't let go of the chair in order to play with my clit while he fucked me. As it was, his first stroke nearly made me bump my head on the wall behind the chair! Instead, I kept my arms and legs rigid and pushed my body back against his cock with every stroke. He stopped only briefly to snap a picture or two. He muttered a constant stream of dirty talk...about what he was doing to me...about how great it felt. I knew he was enjoying himself immensely and between his dirty talk and his moans I was turned on something fierce. His fingers dug into my hips as he pistoned into my ass. As he orgasmed, he drove his cock in as deep as it would go and held it there tightly as he growled his pleasure.

He pulled out and bent over and kissed my back. I straightened up and thought "I must be getting old" - my back and legs were stiff. I turned around and put my arms around his neck, taking advantage of the extra inches. I was just about to snuggle into his arms and kiss him when his alarm went off. We looked at each other in surprise for a second before he moved away to turn it off. We must have spent more time than expected taking pictures, because now we were out of time. L had a meeting to go to and we couldn't stay any longer.

I scooped up my clothes and went to the bathroom, figuring it would be faster to clean up and dress at the same time. When I returned to the room, L was dressed and eating something I had brought for him. I packed up the decorations and got everything ready to leave as quickly as I could while he moved the furniture back where we found it in between bites. As we worked, L said how bad he felt that we had run out of time and promised we would get together again soon to remedy that. Within minutes we were out and kissed each other goodbye before going on our separate ways.

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Our HNT #55

L and I were recently experimenting with a different kind of
rope tie....we did a very tight tie using twine

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TMI Tuesday - 12/6

Stop Making Sense

1. If you were a car, which one would you be? What are some of your best features?

I think I'll go with the Lada - not terribly attractive, but built solidly, easy to maintain and very reliable.

2. If I gave you an elephant where would you hide it?

This one is easy - there's only one place I have that's big enough to hide an elephant and that's tucked in behind my ass.

3. Finish this sentence: Tomorrow I absolutely refuse to….

.....try and convince L we should have sex before we go home after our little adventure. (Hope he reads this before we go! hehehe)

4. What is the longest period of time that you’ve gone without a shower?

I'm a bit paranoid about keeping my body clean, so not only do I shower daily, I sometimes shower multiple times in a day. If I'm not feeling well, I'll sometimes forego the shower for the day, but by the following day, I always feel in desperate need of one. I think the longest I've gone is two days and that's only because of instructions post surgery.

5. What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?

I'm not much of a prankster - in fact, I don't think I've ever tried to play a prank on anyone. I'm usually pretty serious, although sometimes I can get pretty goofy. (See question 3)

Bonus: What is the best piece of gossip that you heard recently?

I don't usually gossip. Yes, I'll talk about titillating things that have happened - I'm human after all - but I normally reserve my comments to those items that are confirmed as truths and not rumours or malicious talk. I am an extremely empathic person and try to always be sensitive to other peoples' feelings, troubles and worries. Peoples' problems can be bad enough without being compounded by idle or thoughtless gossip.

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He said: On Hold

V and I had planned an afternoon motel quickie. After she picked me up she told me about a conference call that had been slipped into her schedule just before she had left to pick me up. My boss had taken off early for the day so I didn't expect to run into any issues. As we settled into the room V got ready for her meeting I relaxed on the bed. VV had helpfully brought along wraps, chips and some pop to drink. While V's meeting was underway I ate my wrap. When I was finished my wrap and chips I toyed with V's cleavage, squeezed her ass and generally pestered her in the nicest possible way without making a sound.

All of a sudden strains of orchestral music filled the room. Oh crap, my phone was ringing so I scooped it up and headed for the bathroom. Silly me, when I had left the office I had told my colleague that if he needed me for anything he could call me, so he did. As I chatted in the echoing bathroom I hoped that the participants in V's meeting had ignored the sudden burst of noise. I finished my call and returned to the bed where V was still deeply involved in her meeting.

I undressed and V got very naughty, sucking my cock while her meeting progressed. Then my phone rang yet again, off to the bathroom I rushed. Maybe this quick afternoon assignation wasn't such a good idea after all. I returned to V when my business was concluded. She looked like she had enough of her meeting and made her excuses as she terminated her participation in the meeting and got down to the real business of the afternoon, yummy naughty sex.

V stripped off her clothes and kissed her way down my body to my cock. A bit of nuzzling and ball licking and then she got down to the business of getting me hard and ready to fuck her hot juicy pussy. I grabbed V by the hair and forced her head down on my cock. Sometimes V likes it a little rough when she is sucking my cock and I do my best to make her happy. It's important to keep the woman who's teeth are in intimate contact with your cock happy. A sudden smack on the ass is ok but you don't want to surprise her too much.

Forcing V's face into my groin is all well and good but at some point the rubber has to meet the road and the cock has to go into the pussy. V spread her legs and and I slid into her. As I pounded her pussy I complimented V on the hotness and tightness of her pussy, I called her a cock slut and bit her nipples. She seemed to really enjoy the nipple biting, much more than I do when she does it to me. I didn't bother to time how long we fucked but when we both came close together it seemed like we had fucked just the right amount of time. After an appropriate period of rest and snuggling we moved on to round two, V fucking me back with abandon. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say a good time was had by all. Unfortunately all good things must invariably end so V and I cleaned up, got dressed and headed off on our respective ways with smiles on our faces and visions of naughty afternoon fun dancing in our heads.

She said: Motel Madness

We were both horny - nothing new there. Thing is, it had only been a couple of days since we had last seen each other and it would be several days more before our evenings lined up again to be able to meet. We just didn't want to wait that long. As a last resort, we compared daytime work schedules and there was some definite flexibility there, so we decided to play hooky from work for a few hours and get a room at a local motel.

We picked a time frame we thought would work. For me, it was a rare entire afternoon with no meetings scheduled. For L, it was a day when his boss would be leaving early. My last meeting for the day was scheduled to end at noon and at that point, I planned to go run a few errands, ending up at L's workplace to pick him up. From there, we would go to the motel and spend a couple hours together. By then, my workday would be over, but I would take L back to work to finish working out his day before heading home. Easy peasy.

Moments before my last meeting was to start, I got a notification that the meeting had been rescheduled. I hoped for another day, but was chagrined to see that the new meeting time was later the same day during the time I was supposed to be with L. My fault entirely. Normally, when L and I make plans for lunch or whatever, I book it off in my work calendar like a meeting, so that my time shows as "busy" and usually precludes people from scheduling meetings during that block of time. Unfortunately, because our arrangements were made so quickly and on the fly, I neglected to do that, allowing my colleague to book me in. I absolutely didn't want to cancel with L - not an option as far as I was concerned. I seriously didn't think I could last the whole weekend without a thorough fucking. I think my libido would have beat me over the head had I done so. At the same time, it was an important meeting and I knew it would be problematic if I didn't attend - even my boss was going to be there.

I contacted the meeting organizer and mentioned that I hadn't been feeling well and had managed to get a doctor's appointment for just after the start time of the meeting, so though I would be able to attend, it would be possible that I may not be able to stay for the entire meeting, depending on how quickly the doctor's office processed patients and called me for my turn. I wasn't completely sure of what timing was going to work for L, so I decided to leave it at that and see how things panned out. I also forgot to mention it to L, until we were just around the corner from the motel and my calendar reminder on my phone went off to remind me of the meeting starting in 15 minutes.

I explained to L and as usual, he was very understanding. He secured the room and we went in. Neither of us had eaten lunch yet and I had brought a couple wraps to eat afterward, so I thought I'd give him the food now so that he could eat while I was on the phone. I had just enough time to ditch my jacket and my pants and get comfortable on the bed before dialing in to join the call. I put the phone on speaker and lay back listening. The organizer announced that I needed to leave the meeting early and that he would cover the topics requiring my input first and the meeting began. For the first ten minutes, I had to speak at length about some areas I had been working on and as I did so, L ate his wrap. One of my team of techs was going off the rails, upset about an interaction with another department that wasn't going smoothly. I soothed his ruffled feathers and promised to intervene and work out the issue with the offending group. I looked up and smiled at L - he was now eating potato chips.

While this was going on, L lay quietly beside me. Every now and then I'd reach over and give his tummy a little scritch or run my hand along his arm. I felt badly to know that my call was eating up some of our precious motel time. At one point, he reached over and ran his fingers along the edge of my top, stroking my cleavage. A sudden blast of music cut through the air and L jumped up and grabbed his phone which he had placed on the night table. L has a large deep voice and he had to move to the bathroom to take his call in order to not be heard on my call. The organizer moved on to other topics and after a short while, L returned. I soon became distracted by L, now lying naked beside me. I reached over and caressed along his arm....then his stomach....then I sat up and took his cock in my mouth. Someone addressed a question to me and I popped up and responded....only to have L's phone ring again! He grabbed it and hustled to the bathroom again.

This time when he returned, I thought he had waited for me long enough. I interrupted the speaker to advise that I needed to drop off the call and said goodbye. I checked the clock - half an hour had elapsed, but it was surprising how much had happened during that short time! Finally, it was just L and I, and no more interruptions. I put my phone on my night table, took off my shirt and my bra and panties and climbed back into the bed with L. After delivering a playful bite on his nipple, I lay a string of big open-mouthed kisses down his body until I reached his cock. Wanting to make him wait a bit, I licked his balls and nuzzled around his cock before finally licking along the length of him and taking him into my mouth.

L moaned and after the first few long sucks, he rested his hands on the back of my head and raised his hips of the bed to fuck my mouth. Every now and then he'd hold my head more firmly onto his cock, forcing his rock-hard cock down my throat. Though it blocked my airway, he'd let go in time for me to gasp for more air. Finally, he said he couldn't wait any longer to fuck me and he pushed me back onto my back and rolled over in between my legs where he slid his cock into my waiting pussy.

He fucked me with abandon, growling very dirty talk at me while I writhed under him turned on as much by his words as the feeling of his cock sliding into and out of me. As I turned my head to the side and opened my eyes, I saw my phone on the night table and I was suddenly concerned that I hadn't hung up properly. Glancing at L, who could easily see I was out of the moment, I reached for the phone. Of course it was fine and as I replaced it, I told him that I had worried I hadn't hung it up, to which he responded that it would be far too late to worry about it if I hadn't! We resumed and within moments I was once again immersed in the sensations of his body on and in mine. He leaned down and bit my breast and I caught my breath at the same time as I tumbled over into the most exquisite orgasm. Within moments he followed.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and returned to snuggle in beside L. We talked quietly about this and that while we lazily stroked each other. It wasn't too long before those strokes became more purposeful and we embarked on round two! My body, still sensitized, raised off the bed to welcome his and we had another fantastic time. Alas, all good things must come to an end and so it was with our tryst this day.

L had to get back to work and I had to get back across the city to get home, so we got dressed and packed up our things and left. On the way back to his office, I apologized to L again for having to use some of our time for my meeting, but he just looked at me with a wry smile and pointed out that if it weren't for my meeting, our play would have been interrupted twice by his phone calls, so it was just as well. Either way, the time together was well worth it.

Our HNT #54

We finally had some fun with pallet wrap. L decided that......

.......a quick squeeze is the best way to check for freshness!

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TMI Tuesday - 11/29

Fun(ny) Stuff I Heard

1. Finish this thought: Nerds make me ____ ? (idea from PocketRockettz)
I guess that depends on how you define nerd. I looked up the word and there are many connotations, so I went with this one from the Urban Dictionary: "An individual persecuted for his superior skills or intellect, most often by people who fear and envy him." I like this definition. I must say that there's nothing better to me than a man with brains and if he can spell too, then I'm hooked. I'm not the smartest woman going - I don't have superior skills or even great intellect, but I do love to be mentally (and physically and sexually, too!) challenged and pushed to expand and learn and grow. My mind needs to be busy and likes to have information to process - I'd even read a cereal box rather than do nothing. I don't see any reason to fear this type of person, but only see it as a welcome opportunity to broaden my own horizons.

2. If you were in a beauty pageant, which would be your ticket to the tiara? (heard on the Newlywed Game)
a. Talent
b. Interview
c. Swimsuit
d. Evening wear (i.e., gown, tuxedo)
First of all, let's be clear - I'd never make it to a beauty pageant in the first place. Given that, I struggle to pick a section here where I'd shine. I guess I'd have to say talent, though I don't really have any very outstanding talents that would be appropriate for a pageant. The interview wouldn't go well, because I'm horribly shy. Swimsuit? Evening wear? Sigh...I won't even go there - not even close to pageant-worthy.

3. On your body what is eye candy and what is an eyesore?
Frankly, it's all an eyesore to me, but if I had to pick something that was eye candy, perhaps my eyes. I don't think there's anything special about them as such, but they're okay.

4. Your penis is starring in a gritty crime drama? Which part would it play?
a. Straight laced detective
b. Hooded criminal
c. Crooked cop
Thank goodness for the female genitalia. What's with these hard questions today!? lol

5. Would you rather? (as heard on the Graham Norton Show)
a. Eat dog food for every meal for a year or
b. Get shot in the knee
I'd go for the dog food. I need my knees. ;) The worst that would happen with the dog food is that I'd lose some weight - I can afford that.

6. If you crapped yourself at work what would you do? (This was a poll taken at a blues bar…seriously)
a. Go commando
b. Do nothing
c. Turn ‘em inside out
d. Wash in employee sink
Wow. Thankfully, I cannot answer this one from experience, however I think I'd probably tuck them in my purse (using the ziploc bag from my lunch if it was a serious accident) and just go commando.

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He said: Girlie Days Again?

Well thanks so much blogger. did you know when you hit enter While editing a post it publishes the post? Me either, sigh.

I'm beginning to think we should rename girlie days to anal days because that's where I seem to end up when Mother Nature comes to visit. This day was a day like most others, the mischief bag was open, the required lubes and toys were arrayed as I used our big black butt plug to prepare V's backside for my weapon of ass obstruction. I was going to write destruction but that is not my intent when I insert my massive man missile in V's backside. This was to be a special anal adventure because we planned to use our new doggie style sex sling that we had received from our kinky sex toy suppliers Eden Fantasys.

With V's butt lubed and appropriately prepared I rolled on a condom, applied more lube to it and had V assume a butt up head down attitude on her hands and knees. I slipped my slippery dick into her ass, wiped the lube off my hands and put the sex sling around V's thighs, put my hands in the handles and pulled her back onto me. Oh my goodness gracious! Two thumbs way up in the improving ass fucking department for this little gem. So simple yet so useful. No more grasping for purchase with lube covered hands on slippery hips. It felt great, the control was amazing and V was making very appreciative noises. She didn't even reach for the handy dandy little vibrator she had prepared before we had started. I leaned back on my haunches to get some more leverage and that's when the wheels fell off as my calf suddenly cramped up. This was not a little cramp that could be ignored it was massive and painful. I leaned forward over V's back hoping the stretching would relieve the pain but no dice. I squeaked out something to V as I released the sling handles and fell over backwards reaching down to massage my calf furiously to relieve the pain. V was suitably sympathetic which of course made me feel even worse. What kind of manly man gets a cramp while ass fucking his girl?

Eventually the cramp subsided and I climbed back into the saddle, though it wasn't quite the same as before. Of course I still came and V and I had a good laugh about it post coitus. The end result was a successful day and a newfound respect for the simple sex sling. It may be inexpensive but it certainly is effective. We will definitely be using it again, but next time with V bent over a table so my calves can stay extended.

She said: Right in the Groove

It was girly days, but I was horny anyway. Of course. As L has asked me, when am I not? We set up and got out the Mischief Bag. I knew what was coming - anal. But I still wanted to cum too, so I unpacked Big Purple our large purple dildo and a small vibrator and had them at the ready. L got me ready with lube and the largest of our butt plugs while I got him ready by sucking his delicious cock. Both primed and ready, I got on my hands and knees.

After donning a condom, L got our latest item from Eden Fantasys (purveyors of quality sex toys) out of the Mischief Bag. It was the I like it doggie style sex sling. L has long complained that when we have anal sex, the lube gets everywhere and though I always just tell him to wipe the extra lube off on me, he doesn't like to do that. He also finds that because his hands get so lubey that he cannot get a secure grip on my hips when he's banging me. We were hoping this sex sling would be the answer.

He slipped the sling under me and positioned the handles where he could grab them once ready. Kneeling between my legs, he slid his cock in to my ready ass. As he slid in to the hilt, he leaned forward and picked up the handles. Carefully running the sling across my middle to ensure my comfort, he pulled the handles securely and pulled me firmly toward him as he started to pump his cock into my ass.

Although I've come to truly love anal, I've never quite understood when I've read that one could orgasm from anal sex. After this session, I now totally believe that's possible. I loved the feeling of being held firmly to L with the sling and his cock felt just amazing. I don't know what made this particular session so much more intensely stimulating, but as I moaned in pleasure stroke after stroke, L echoed my moans, with an occasional "fuck yeah" thrown in for good measure. But then something changed....I knew something was wrong. L was suddenly out of the moment, perturbed by something, though he continued to fuck me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He made a sound of frustration and pulled out. Poor L had a cramp in his leg! We got him sorted out and he remounted, but though it still felt very good, it just wasn't that incredible 'in the groove' feeling we had going on earlier. Nonetheless, L came resoundingly soon after. The dildo and the vibrator remained untouched, mostly because the pre-cramp sensations had been so over the top, that I actually thought I might cum without them. Post-cramp, I was a bit worried he'd have a recurrence and I didn't think of them. I generally like to get a DP thing going on with the dildo while he fucks my ass or at least use the vibrator. The resultant orgasms cause such strong involuntary contractions that they almost always send L over the edge. All in all, the sex sling worked great and I can absolutely see us using it again.

I think sometime soon I'd like try having L bend me over a table and while holding me down with one hand between my shoulder blades, use a fistful of my hair for leverage as he sinks his cock deep into my ass. I think that would be quite delicious. I'll have to ask him and see what he thinks. Maybe next time.....

Our HNT #53

Several months ago, we were given a Whartenburg Wheel which we were truly disappointed with - it was more a toy than the lethal pokey thing it looks like it should be. You can see a pic of us trying to play with it here. Not too long after that, I saw someone with one that looked less toy-like and they said it was a medical grade one and told me where to get one. A few weeks ago, I finally did so and L used it for the first time in his recent quest to bruise my ass. It was just supposed to be a fun thing to try in between the paddles and crops and floggers, but in addition to feeling deliciously pokey, it ended up leaving the most lasting damage!

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TMI Tuesday - 11/21

What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin'?

In the United States Thanksgiving is this week, so a lot of folks will be cooking up a storm in preparation. Of course we are Canadian and have already had our Thanksgiving celebration last month, but many other holidays will occur over the next month around the world, including Christmas and everyone seems to celebrate with food, hence, the TMI Tuesday theme…Cooking.

1. Haagen-Dazs or Ben & Jerry’s?
I'm not a big fan of ice cream. On the rare occasion that I have a half-scoop, it'd be vanilla. I don't really care about the brand - I don't really eat enough of it to have any kind of opinion on what kind might taste best.

2. What is always in your refrigerator?
Lots of things! Butter, yeast, lots of fresh vegetables, milk, eggs and condiments galore to name but a few.

3. What’s your worst kitchen disaster?
I've been in the kitchen as long as I can remember, so even marrying at a young age, I was already an accomplished cook and baker. The only disaster I can think of involves me asking someone to stir while I went to do something else. Big (and costly) mistake! They stirred alright, but ignored (and neglected to advise me of) everything else that was going on and their inattention destroyed my fairly new stove! Sigh...we all know how much someone who loves to cook just hates getting a new stove...... :D

4. Favorite kitchen gadget?
I love kitchen gadgets and I have a tool for everything....separate citrus squeezers for oranges, lemons and limes, garlic presses, nutmeg graters, strawberry hullers, cherry pitters, cookie dough scoops so that all my cookies are a uniform size, special double-ended grapefruit knives (one end to scoop/cut the grapefruit out of the skin and the other to segment it), apple corers, wavy knives for slicing crudité, 8 different whisks, butter spreaders, very sharp good quality knives.....you get the idea. How could I possibly choose a favourite?

5. What was your last meal? Did you like it?
The last meal I cooked was a rich, hearty beef stew. It was a cold day and the hot stew really hit the spot, served with crusty French bread.

6. What’s your favorite cookie?
I really love peanut butter cookies. They are my absolute favourite, but I also like shortbread cookies quite a bit. Shortbread cookies are my Everest - it's the one cookie I've never been able to master, despite numerous attempts. I mean, how hard can it be? There are only 4 ingredients at most! So although I make all kinds of intricate cookies - checkerboards, ones with swirls, etc. - I have yet to make a shortbread cookie that meets my own expectations.

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She said: Weapons of Ass Destruction

We were supposed to meet on the Friday night, but then something came up and we had to cancel...and we were both terribly disappointed. We had both been looking forward to getting together to play all week. L was determined to bruise my ass and he had a plan. I was a little....I won't say scared, though that's the word I used to him. Nervous is a better word. I knew I'd be in for the most intense beating yet and I was a bit worried about a few things.

He has put me into subspace once before - which we didn't expect - and when I dropped, it wasn't pretty (there is a very good explanatory article here, though the colour is murder on the eyes!). After sobbing uncontrollably in his arms after he untied me, it took me ages to feel like myself again. I even left him to use the washroom and wandered around what should have been a familiar place, not sure where to go. Over the next couple of days, I sunk into a kind of depression, magnified because he was away on a business trip and unable to interact with me very much, except for a couple of hours in the evenings. It wasn't a good experience - bottom line was that we didn't anticipate an issue and were not properly prepared. This time would be different - we were prepared for this eventuality. This day we had lots of time together and we would be seeing each other - or at least he'd be available - over the the next couple of days. Unreasonable perhaps, but I must say it pissed me off that these precautions were even necessary. I am a strong, capable woman and I really hated feeling so weak and needy. I really struggled to understand why I wasn't able to deal with it without falling apart.

We got inside and L lead me to the room we'd be playing in that day. I stood very quietly to the side, watching while he rifled through the Mischief Bag, pulling out a multitude of implements that he intended to use. If it could be used to beat my ass, he brought it out. Seeing my hesitation, he called me closer and showed me the items one by one as he picked them out looking up at me between each extraction. Slut paddle, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, stingy flogger, thuddy flogger, riding crop, Whartenburg Wheel - he even removed his belt from his pants as an added option. He stopped and stared into my face trying to read my reaction and pronounced that it was a cross between "I'm being fucked and I like it" .... and fear.

He told me he'd undress me and went and stood behind me. He instructed me to raise my hands and grabbing my shirt at the hem, he pulled it off over my head and tossed it to one side. Next, he undid my bra and it dropped to the floor beside me. He took one arm and pulled it around to my back and handcuffed my wrist, then did the same to the other one. Leaving me standing thus bound, he went and got some rope, hooked it over a metal frame in the middle of the room in readiness and returned to me, removing the handcuffs. Hands free again, he told me to take my pants off. I unbuttoned and removed my jeans and stood there. He looked up from what he was doing and said I'd better take my panties off too, since they were too pretty to cut off of me, which is what he'd do if I didn't hurry up and take them off. I quickly pulled them off and he called me over to the frame.

He tried a couple of things before deciding he had found the best way of securing my hands out of the way. He doesn't like it when I reflexively try to sooth my bottom after a particularly hard lash - he's always worried my hand will inadvertently get caught in the next lash and that I'll get hurt. Secured, he blindfolded me and off he went. He'd rub each item over my ass and have me try to guess what it was before he starting using it. He started to warm me up using the tabbed end of the riding crop. He'd work me over with an item and when he judged that I'd had enough for the moment, he would come up behind me and hold me from behind, hands full of my breasts and kissing and nipping my neck before moving on to the next thing. Other times, he would finger me, amazed at how turned on and wet I was from the flogging. One of these times, I realized he was still completely dressed. There's something fucking hot about interacting with him when I'm completely naked and he's fully dressed.

Some things I could take quite a lot of - like the floggers, for example. He was more heavy-handed than usual, but still I was able to take quite a lot more than I could of the brush, for example. Even the ping pong paddle is pleasant compared to the hairbrush! It was clear he wasn't without worry either - he asked me often if I was okay and frequently checked my hands to make sure the circulation was okay. I tried to stay focused on processing the pain. In the groove, I'm amazed at how much I can take, whereas other times, if I'm not mentally prepared, I can't take much at all. I used the same method I use to get through my Brazilian waxing virtually pain free every three weeks. :P

Finally, I was starting to get shaky on my legs. I didn't feel like I was maxed out - I could have and in fact did take more - I just couldn't do it standing and tied up any more. L removed the blindfold and untied one hand quickly and brought me a chair to sit in while he untied the other. I teared up a bit, but I think that was just from being worried about what would come next - concern about feeling like I did last time. All untied now, he took me by the hand and brought me to lie down on the blanket with him. He held me and talked to me, asking me about how I felt. I told him I felt okay and he looked a bit sceptical - I think he was worried that I was trying to be tough and not show it, but I wasn't. I think between keeping my mind focused and the frequent question/answer exchange we had going on, I never drifted and went into la-la-land like I did before. He checked my wrists and then my ass to see "what the damage was". He took several pictures which he showed me and I was surprised at the results and amused at the rows of dots from the passes with the Whartenburg Wheel. He asked me if I thought I could take more and I said I could, so we played a little more with the ping pong paddle, the riding crop and his belt while I lay on the blanket.

When he thought I'd had enough, L undressed and came and lay down with me. We kissed and stroked each other and I played with his cock with my hand until he was very hard. He rolled over on his back. I saw him reach into the Mischief Bag and he slid on a vibrating cock ring he had in there. I straddled him and slid down over his cock with ease - I had been soaking wet since the first few lashes. It felt so wonderful - the sensation of his rock hard cock sliding in and out of me, combined with the constant, gentle buzz of the cock ring. We were both obviously heavily aroused - it didn't take long at all before we both came simultaneously.

We cleaned up and decided to put away all the implements while tidying up the Mischief Bag. Once we had all the toys cleaned, disinfected and put away, we lay back on the blanket and in no time L was slipping into me again. I was not as wet this time, which to me, magnified the feeling of his cock sliding into me. We both remarked several times about how good it felt and when L came, I was so very close that I was able to push myself over the edge with just another stroke or two, intertwining my legs with his and stretching and stiffening my body as the orgasm washed over me.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him, stretching upward for a kiss. I must have had a funny look on my face - he asked, "What?"

I giggled and said, "I'm hungry."

We disconnected ourselves from each other and again got cleaned up, but also got dressed this time. We picked up all our belongings and moved to L's office where we had some sushi and fruit I had brought. Sated now in every way, we left the building together, parting with a hug and a kiss when we got to our cars. The whole next day, my ass was tender, but back to normal the following day. I think it's a lost cause, though....all that abuse and still no bruises! I wonder if L has more ideas......

He said: Ass of Iron

With what did I strike her, let me count the items. There was the SLUT paddle, the riding crop, my leather belt, the stingy flogger, the thuddy flogger, the ping pong paddle, the brush and my hand. I smacked her ass standing up, I smacked her ass lying down. It got quite red but the end result was not a bruise to be seen. Why is he so obsessed with bruising her ass, you may ask. Frankly, I don't know but try as I might V's ass of iron has thwarted all my attempts.

I smacked her ass by surprise, I made her tell me how many she wanted and then count the smacks. V liked the second case better, she said it made it easier for her to tolerate the ass abuse.

I might have been bested, but I must tell you the attempts were quite enjoyable. Perhaps now that it isn't a goal I am focusing on so intently it might happen by serendipity. Now I have to find a new kinky Everest to attempt with my intrepid coexplorer.

If you read V's post you will get her exquisitely detailed explanation of the afternoon including the two times I fucked her that day as a reward for being such an ass abuse trooper. Once cowgirl style with her impaled on my hard cock, another time on her back pounding her hard and fast as I looked down at her with her big "I'm getting fucked" smile. You'll see her description of our snack afterwards but one thing you won't see is pictures of her poor abused ass. Those are here and only here.

Our HNT #52

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Libidinous Man has great hands They touch and squeeze and knead Sometimes a pinch they apply Followed with a soft caress Libidinous Man has great hands

Voluptuous Vixen has great breasts Soft, yet firm - and always warm Much too magnificent to be called tits Her nipples ache to be touched Voluptuous Vixen has great breasts

TMI Tuesday - 11/15

Formspring Follies

Today’s TMI Tuesday consist of Formspring questions pulled from around the Web. The NY Times called Formspring “An E-vite to Insults and Crude Queries.” I admit, I pulled the tame, less crude questions.

1. What is your favorite type of weather?
My favourite type of weather is warm and sunny, but I also really love a good violent storm.

2. How do you sustain the motivation and energy needed to write erotica regularly?
Being with L is all the motivation I need. He's a very creative lover, always interested in trying new things - which I find very exciting and motivating. Even when the sex is of the more common everyday variety, there's something delicious about playing it over in my head and coming up with the words to describe it. I'm not sure it's always hot enough for our readers, but it never gets old to me!

3. Do you like role play? What is your favorite scenario?
I do like to role play, though it isn't something we've done too much of. I'm sure it's on our bucket list somewhere, though.

4. Have you ever been hurt so badly in a past relationship, that it has affected you for the rest of your life?
Yes.

5. What message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?
Danger: Not for human consumption.

6. How big is your dick?
If I had one, I'm sure it would be huge.

Bonus: I would like to know, do you have Formspring on your blog? Why or why not?
Yes, we do have a link to Formspring on our blog, which we recently added. We added it because we thought that readers might have questions for us that we could answer in a more informal way to augment our posts, which strictly documents our fun together.

Bonus, bonus: What is the best or oddest formspring question you’ve been asked? What was your answer?
Well, we've only had two questions so far. One asked for more information about the band I'm in. The other asked about our ages when we had our first sexual experiences. Neither was particularly odd. I answered the band question as thoroughly as I could without divulging my identity. Although L and I were both sexually aware at a very early age, we were both nearly out of our teens we each had sexual intercourse for the first time.

Visit tmituesdayblog to see who else played this week!

He said: L gets his rocks off

Another Monday, another BJ post. If you've read V's post you'll already know all the juicy details, so what can I add? You already know we had dinner and went back to the van, V sucked my cock which she does so well. Oh my goodness, I feel a stirring in my loins just thinking about her wedged into the backseat of the van, me with my pants pulled partway down waiting for the overhead light to fade off so V could get down to business.We had already patiently waited while the guy two cars down had slowly and laboriously unpacked the crap from his car so we could get busy. It was a busy parking lot with people and cars passing as V expertly sucked my hard cock. The thought of perhaps getting discovered was exciting. When V popped up after having swallowed all of my emissions she had a look of naughty delight on her face. My leg had gotten a bit stiff during our brief but fruitful oral interlude but I didn't care. The stiffness in my leg would soon pass as V had relieved the stiffness in my groin.What more can I add? V did such a good job of describing our pregame oral activities that I am at a loss as to how I can further document the experience. Perhaps I shall sleep on it and see if anything else pops up. Oh, speaking of popping up wait until you read about our next kinky encounter. Let's just say I went through everything in the mischief bag that could possibly be applied to V's ass, but that story will have to wait for another day.