Monday, January 30, 2012

She said: "Mais Oui, Monsieur!"

Family obligations usually preclude any chance of me spending a night with L and so it has been an extremely rare occurrence for us. Some time ago, however, all the stars aligned and I was able to accompany L on an overnight business trip to another city across the country. We flew out early one morning and separated once we got there - he went off to visit his customer while I checked us in to the hotel.

I expected him home around 9 pm that night, so I spent a long day and evening by myself waiting for him to return. I went out and explored the area where we were, then returned to the hotel and played countless games on my iPad. Finally, it was around 8:00 and I started to organize a surprise for him as I figured he'd be home soon.

I went and showered and towelled off. After rubbing lotion on my whole body then adding a few spritzes of my favourite perfume, I proceeded to apply fresh makeup. I normally go for a very minimal natural look, but I applied it a little heavier this night, especially highlighting my eyes. That completed to my satisfaction, I rolled on a pair of black stay-up stockings with lacy tops. I pulled on a French Maid costume I had brought - it's a black teddy with an attached white apron that ties at the back. At this point, I added the pieces that would complete the entire costume - the frilly white wrist cuffs, the garter and the bandeau that replicated the frilly white lace cap. It looked particularly striking against my hair, which is short, dark and curly. The costume was finished off with a very nice feather duster and my fuck-me pumps which are like glass slippers - clear, both heel and upper.

By this time, it was just before 9:00. I sat at the desk to wait. After about 30 minutes, I became a bit restless. Then an ungodly noise brought me to attention. It was kind of a bonging noise with an underlying vibrating hum. Fire alarm? Cripes! I certainly couldn't run outside dressed like this! I pulled on my jeans over top and tucked the apron down the front. I grabbed a top and pulled it on also and added my sweater just to be sure nothing was visible. I stuck my feet back in my everyday sensible shoes and headed for the door. As I opened it, I confirmed that the racket was indeed a fire alarm and was accompanied by a strobing light, As I looked left and right down the hall, there was no movement or concern at all. I looked out the window and hotel employees were going about their work as though nothing was wrong, so I went back into the room and closed the door.

The cacophony stopped, only to restart and stop a further 5-6 times. I was loathe to get back "into character" until I was sure everything was okay, but eventually I was convinced it was so. I pulled my covering layer off and put them away again and checked the clock. It was nearly 10 pm - where was he? I needed to find something to occupy myself and I found the answer. I've mentioned before that L has introduced me to so many new things in the time we've been together and one of them is the enjoyment of wine. I'm a serious lightweight because I don't drink much or often, but I've definitely developed a taste for wine where none existed before. When we've had the chance to be together like this or when we've gone out for a special lunch or dinner, we always have either wine or champagne each evening...or sometimes both! This time, I had both a small bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne chilling and I cracked the wine, convinced he'd be home before I got through the first glass.

I drank the wine and curled up on the sofa in my maid's costume, reading a copy of Reader's Digest I found on the table. In my mind, I worked out my plan. When I heard L at the door, I would rush to lie down on the bed and when he came in, I would jump up and gush with apologies, half in French and half in English, imploring him to please not tell my boss, but that I was late cleaning his room and I was so tired and I just lay down for a moment....I'd offer to do "whatever was necessary" to avoid getting in trouble as I flirted and with my eyes. Three (or four?) glasses of wine later, I decided to go lie on the bed to wait for him - he couldn't be that much longer, after all.

The next thing I knew, I heard L moving around the room and I realized I had fallen asleep. I also realized I was more than a bit tipsy as I tried to sit up. Oh, dear! In my distress and in trying to shake off sleep, I completely fell out of character and didn't say any of the clever things I had planned to. Instead, I got up, stood there shyly and said a scintillating "Hi."

I have no idea what L thought of my shenanigans - I mean, I know he had no idea of what I had planned to do - and though we've talked about role play, I've never dressed up for him before (well, except for Mrs. Claus, but that was different) - but he never said what he thought of finding me dressed up like that. In fact, I have no idea how long he was in the room before I woke up. I gave him a hug and a kiss and asked him if he'd like some champagne. I'm sure he could tell I had already been into the wine - I am normally fairly quiet and I think I was a bit talkative. I got the champagne and asked him to open it as I prepared the glasses I had brought with me. L popped the cork and poured and I went straight to the bed, sat down and kicked off my shoes before propping myself up against the headboard.

L ditched all but his underwear and came and sat beside me. He suggested I get undressed, but I decided to be a bit of a brat and told him that if he wanted me naked, he could go ahead and undress me himself. L, like me, is no slouch about being stubborn, so he decided to leave me as is, probably figuring that I'd just go ahead and get undressed on my own. Not so. Anyhow, he got out his tablet PC and we watched an episode of a show we are both enjoying at the moment.

As we watched, we drank and I snuggled in tucked under his arm. He removed my bandeau - I assume it was poking him or something - and dropped it on the floor on his side of the bed. I smiled, it was the first step to undressing me. Every now and then I reached up and nuzzled his neck or kissed his cheek. He caressed my back as he held me close and when the episode ended, he put the tablet aside and pulled me up for a kiss. He pulled off his underwear and suggested again that I take off the teddy. I smiled and said he could either take it off, or fuck me with it on. He undid the tie, but then realized the apron was attached to the teddy and decided it was too much work and so chose the latter. I lay back and moved the offending material to the side and L slid in.

The sex between us is always amazing - we are usually remarkably in tune with each other...yet on the odd occasion when we're not or we have a mishap (leg cramps are a common one for us both!), we are always comfortable enough with each other to be able to be understanding or to laugh about it and make it a pleasurable or bonding experience in spite of the problems encountered. This day was no different. I came hard and immediately got a cramp in my thigh. I straightened out my leg and it faded, only to return once I bent my leg again. I begged L not to stop - if felt far too good to have to stop for a cramp and he continued to fuck me vigorously until he came also.

We separated and I rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor beside it, catching my breath and stretching out my thigh at the same time. L got up to use the bathroom and after a few moments more, I followed him in. He decided then that I really needed to get rid of the teddy, so he held it by the shoulder straps and pulled it over my arms, down my body and dropped it to the floor. I stepped out of it and we moved back to the bed. He asked me if I'd like to watch another episode of our show. I agreed and he queued it up and we watched. This time as we watched, he removed my lacy wrist cuffs. Only the stockings remained.

In due course, the show ended and L fucked me again. This time harder and rougher - just the way I like it. I was an enthusiastic participant, giving as good as I got and soon we both came again. Tipsy, sleepy and sated, I got up and used the washroom before climbing back into bed to sleep. One stocking had slipped during our romp and the lacy tops hung down from my knee. As I lay in bed, I kicked hard several times, trying to get it off and L laughed when he saw what I was doing and came over and took them off for me.

He got into bed, pulled me in close and legs intertwined with mine, we fell into a deep satisfied sleep. At home, I sleep alone and have for a very, very long time, but even when I didn't sleep alone, I've never slept this way with anyone before and I find it incredibly...reassuring? relaxing? If you can believe it, I'm at a loss for the right word. Let me just say it's wonderful. The next morning, after a slow, leisurely fuck - very enjoyable - we packed up and headed back to the airport and then ultimately to our homes. Even though not everything worked out the way I imagined it would, I'm so glad we had that opportunity to spend the night together. Our times spent with each other are always special to me, but to have a chance to have as much time as we'd like to be together and do whatever we want - even something as simple as watching a tv show -is really something extra special.

He said: I Fuck the Maid

I returned to our room at the hotel much later than expected to find V lightly dozing on the bed dressed in a French maid costume and high heels. She approached me with her feather duster and asked if I wanted some champagne. When I said yes, V told me to open the bottle while she retrieved the glasses. We filled the champagne flutes and retired to the bed to drink our champagne and watch a bit of video. I should tell you that V does not drink alcohol very often and when she does she tends to get a wee bit goofy. Somewhere along the line she informed she that she had drank most of the small bottle of wine that we had planned to have with dinner that night. There wasn't much left but between the champagne and the wine V was a wee bit tipsy.

After we finished our champagne it was time for some sex. I asked V to take off her French maid outfit but instead of complying she told me to do it. That's what a little bit of alcohol does to V, makes her silly. I undid the bow on the apron and then realized that the apron was part of the outfit and I had accomplished nothing. This was taking too long and V was being no help I told her to lie back on the bed and I'd fuck her in her uniform. I moved the narrow piece of fabric covering her pussy out of the way and slid my cock into her. I fucked my horny French maid but after a few minutes her panties began to rub against the side of my cock. I told V to hold it out of the way and she did. One hand rubbing her clit, one hand holding her panties, I fucked her hard and fast while I told her what a naughty maid she as for fucking the customers and that I would leave an extra big tip for her when I checked out. It wasn't long before we both came and after a few minutes rest we disentangled and cleaned up.

I finally got around to undressing V which turned out to be not as hard as I thought it would be once I wasn't in a lust fogged state. We watched a bit more video and then it was time for round 2. I got hard, V got on her back and I was pumping her pussy for the second time of the night. After we had come and cleaned up we quickly fell asleep. The next morning the alarm went off way too soon. After a slow leisurely fuck we packed up to return to the airport and fly home. I almost forgot, here is the picture V sent to my phone in the middle of the day as a teaser of sorts. It took me a while to figure exactly what was in the picture on the small phone screen.

Friday, January 27, 2012

L's Naughty Picture of the Week - Cock Alert!

Well, L's off on another business trip and left me in charge of his NPotW feature. I was thinking of renaming it to "V's NPotW", but since the picture I chose to share is of L, I capitulated and gave him the billing he's due! :o) I know cock shots aren't sometimes popular with the ladies (or the gents!) and we don't post many of them, but for some reason, I find this picture particularly compelling.

So here is a picture I took of L's cock after a particularly enthusiastic V-on-top romp, completely used, abused and spent. I'm sure some of you will think " gross!", but to me this picture is very satisfying - representative of a job well and thoroughly done. :) Think of it as the male equivalent of a "creampie", though I suppose it's more of an "eclaire"...

Feel free to leave a link to your own NPotW in the comments!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

TMI Tuesday - 1/24

Would you rather…?

1. Would you rather wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years or wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for 1 year? Explain.
I'd much rather wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years than to wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for even a month! Explain? Really?

2. Would you rather eat a baby or be eaten by a giant baby? Explain.
I'll eat the baby. First of all, we certainly don't need a giant baby about terrorizing people. It may eat me today, but then what about tomorrow. A regular baby, however, is a tender little morsel and I'm sure once seasoned correctly could be quite tasty.

3. Would you rather steal money from your Grandfather in the past or steal money from a Grandchild in the future? Why?
I'd have to be plenty desperate to steal someone's money, but if I had to, I'd rather steal money from my grandchildren in the future. Although he died when I was a small child, I know that my grandfather knowing I'd steal from him would be a huge disappointment for him. I don't have (and may never have) a relationship with my future descendants so I wouldn't feel the same qualms, but if the day came when they called me on it, I could at least explain my reasoning.

4. Would you rather be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats or put a large jar full of bees (opened) in your pants?
I'd go for the vampire bats in the cave - they're not so painful as the bees in the boxers.

5. Would you rather be a person with a head that is noticeably big for your body or have a head that is disproportionately small compared to the rest of your body?
I think I'd rather have the big head. Big head=big brains! :o)

Bonus (not from WYR): Would you rather have sex, with your significant other, in a sex club with all eyes and a spotlight on you OR would you rather get gang-banged & groped in darkness by a bunch of strangers.
I think being gang-banged and groped by strangers is, for me, a fantasy that will likely remain as one. I'll go with having sex with my significant other in a sex club with onlookers. When I am with my SO I am very focused on him and in the moment, so I probably would very quickly forget that there were onlookers anyway!

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Monday, January 23, 2012

He said: V Strips Down

When we first arrived and parked V didn't want me to bring any of our toys in with us so why was she asking me if I wanted her to take off her shirt a few minutes later? Perhaps it was the snacks and finger foods, perhaps the tooth pick poking I inflicted on her got her horny and in the mood or maybe it was to topless woman across the room getting her tits smacked. What would you say if your play party companion asked if she should take off her shirt? I of course vacillated so she asked again. It was obvious that she was ready to join in the fun and not just be a casual observer. I did make her wait while I went back to the car to bring back a selection of our toys. Then with V tied to a spanking bench we worked through the implements that were available in the dungeon trying them all out on V's ass of iron. At one point one of the other dungeon denizens tossed over a rubber chicken for me too try out. V pronounced it extremely ouchy.. Our closeness to another party meant I couldn't really get in the proper flogger rhythm.

We wandered around exploring the dungeon nooks and crannies and ended up in a less visible area with a quite comfortable looking spanking bench. V mounted it and I warmed her up with the slut paddle and our handy dandy ping pong paddle. When V asked if she should pull down her pants so I could see if her butt was getting red I had pity on her and didn't make her beg like I had when she was asking whether she should remove her top. The ping pong paddle made a much more satisfying sound on V's naked ass.

V would tell me how many whacks she wanted and I would apply them. The number kept increasing as  V got into the groove. I was hitting her ass with the paddle with a force that would have had her calling Uncle in the past and she kept asking for more.  Her ass was getting quite red and we had passed our self imposed deadline to head home so we reluctantly stopped our play. As V pulled up her pants she remarked on how wet she was. We packed up our gear and headed back to the car ending our very successful day.and evening.

She said: Beat My Ass, Sir!

When we left off with this story last week, we had just arrived at the party venue. As described, it was a dark, deserted, industrial area and I was quite happy that L was with me - definitely not the kind of place I'd be comfortable going to on my own. We showed our tickets and were admitted. We looked around as we checked our coats, seeing a few people we knew, though not well.

As we entered the main room, there was a buffet table with light fingerfood items and the host approached us and invited us to help ourselves. Others around the room stood in groups, eating and chatting. One girl in a group across the room had already taken her top off and stood in her bra and jeans. The room was lined with various dungeon essentials - two different spanking benches, a St. Andrew's cross, and other items I didn't look too closely at. There was also a rack of implements - canes, whips, floggers, and other lethal looking spanky things that would make rubber tubing look like a pleasant distraction. A few suspension points hung from the heavy wooden beams in the ceiling.

We put some finger foods on our plates and moved to sit on one of the spanking benches while we ate and looked around, taking in the area and the people. I had taken several items, finished eating and ditched my plate, but L is more of a grazer and tends to take one or two items and then returning to try something different, so he kept drifting back to the food table and adding little things to his plate. The last things on L's plate were two hors d'ouvres with toothpicks in them. He ate them, then started poking me with the toothpicks. Being such a good girlfriend, I relieved him of his plate and made my escape under the guise of disposing of it in the garbage.

When I returned, he had unfortunately not gotten rid of the toothpicks. We sat with me facing into the room and him close in behind me, one hand around me and resting on my hip. We heard a loud unidentifiable noise and scanned the room to see where it was coming from. Another girl was topless and a sexy kilted man was playing with her. The noise we were hearing was the sound of the impact of his hands slapping her bare breasts. After a few minutes, they moved to one of the spanking benches and she removed her remaining clothes and he worked her over, using only his hands and some other pervertables. At this point, L said in my ear, "Take your top off."

Feeling a bit like the old lady in the room, I pulled my top off and threw it aside, along with my high-heeled shoes. I turned and hugged L and asked him if we were going to play. In response, he grabbed a length of rope from our Mischief Bag and started to tie my wrists. Once my wrists were bound to each other, he quickly secured me from the waist up, upper arms bound to my body. He had me straddle the spanking bench, then lie my upper body along the length of it, presenting my ass for spanking. He decided to start out by trying out every implement on offer at the dungeon first before reaching for our own. The first item he chose was just horrendous. It was like the sole of a boot, but in paddle form. It was made from thick rubber much like a car tire. Not a good choice when I wasn't even warmed up yet - every lash stung terribly and I didn't like it at all!

He moved on and went through several types of canes, including one that was like a heavy plastic tubing, bent in half and twisted back to the handle. All were intolerable. Next he grabbed some floggers, but the room was fairly crowded and there just wasn't sufficient space to wield a flogger properly, so he gave up on that. Too bad because it was a very heavy flogger and I thought it might feel very thuddy, which I like. It was very uncomfortable trying to maintain my position tied as I was, so L untied me and packed the rope away. We then decided to move to another area to check out some other equipment. We wandered around the room, me still topless. When we saw the other spanking bench, it looked so comfortable, L suggested we try it out. He went back and grabbed the ping pong paddle and the slut paddle from our bag and joined me bent over the bench. The bench was incredibly comfortable - well padded and easy on the knees. He smacked me a few times with the slut paddle and again I was having trouble.

We talked about it for a few minutes and worked out how I could get into the headspace I needed. We had never played in front of others before, so we were a bit uncomfortable and I figured that was my problem. I decided to focus and just forget about the fact that we were in a room full of people. We tried again and this time it worked much better and I started to be able to get into the headspace I had been looking for. L was now taking mighty swings with the ping pong paddle and I was able to tolerate it much better now. Don't tell L, but I think I'm becoming quite fond of that ping pong paddle now. When he wanted to see if my ass was pinking up, I undid the button and zipper and ended up dropping my jeans around my ankles. He decided to proceed to administer my paddling on my bare (but thonged) bottom. He was hitting me so hard the noise was reverberating throughout the area. Some of the other players nearby remarked on how loud the smacks were!

We knew that we would shortly have to leave the party to head home, so we played harder than we had ever before and by the end, L pronounced my bottom suitably red. Late that night, I noticed that my ass was a bit tender as I sat chatting with L. I mentioned this to him and he perked up right away, wondering if he had finally succeeding in bruising what he has come to call my "ass of steel". The next day I checked in the mirror. Nothing. I was a little disappointed. The next morning I noticed a sore spot when I leaned against the counter and went to look again. Still noth....OH.....could it be? I twisted and turned every possible way to try and see. I was sure I spotted a bruise! Because of my skin tone, I think it's hard to see any but the most severe bruising, but subtle as it was, there was some bruising there for sure.

Days later when I showed L, he took a picture. He agreed that though it's very subtle, there is a bruise on each cheek. So now we know. Ping pong paddle can do it. More of same next time!

Friday, January 20, 2012

L's Naughty Picture of the Week, Clothespins

Clothespins, a crop and a yummy boob to use them on. What more could a man ask for?

Feel free to leave a link to your own NPOTW  in the comments section. Only two rules:
1. It must be naughty
2. You must either be in it or have taken it

Monday, January 16, 2012

He said: V is Such a Sweety

Do you want to know why you had to wait a week for this post? It's because V is such a sweety. Not only does she let me smack her ass with a variety of implements but when I wuss out and tell her I am too sick to write a blog post she very sweetly tells me that it's ok. She could have put the sub guilt trip on me, or topped me from the bottom but she just let me go, with my snuffly nose and scratchy throat.

She let me skip my blog post but that didn't mean we didn't get together and play, which is how I found myself on my knees with our doggie style strap around V's hips fucking her from behind. Last time we tried the strap you may remember I leaned back, my leg cramped and our doggie style fuck ended prematurely which was a shame. V had prepped me appropriately with one of her awesome blowjobs before I mounted up, grabbed the reins and started riding my cowgirl. This time I was smarter and didn't lean back so far. I have to say that the doggie style strap was a good idea. It was easy to hold onto the strap handles while fucking V from behind and she seemed to really appreciate it.

We snuggled for a while and then I insisted V let me fuck her once more before we left. It didn't take much persuading. When it comes to choosing between fucking V or going to a party fucking V comes first. Besides arriving at a party fashionably late is way better than arriving early especially if you arrive with a happy dick.

Little did I know what was to come as the evening continued, things were going to get interesting.

She said: We're Going to be Late!

Due to some personal changes, we have had to scale back our meetings with each other until the summer. We have agreed that that is doable, especially since we know things can and hopefully will return to what they were, but it's still difficult to go from seeing each other 2 or 3 times a week to maybe once, if we're lucky. We decided a few weeks ago to go to a play party at a dungeon for the first time and we were pretty excited about it. A few days in advance, we realized that the party was going to fall right into the only time we had available for the week to have our own private play party. Although we were a bit concerned about pushing it, we decided to get together a few hours earlier than we needed to and have our own fun before heading down to the party.

We met at his office and I spent the first half hour repacking the Mischief Bag and sorting things out while L checked out some stuff online. The last two times we were together were a bit out of the ordinary - Christmas Eve L took me for a lovely lunch and then we had dessert - champagne, chocolates and an amazing ride on his cock - back at his office and then after the holiday we met up at a motel. In both cases, gift bags with presents and treats had gotten muddled with Mischief Bag contents and all stuffed together into a locked compartment for safekeeping. It was time to sort through all of that and get things organized.

That done, we adjourned to our usual spot and got set up. L was starting to not feel very well and refused to kiss me, worried that he'd make me sick with what he felt he was coming down with. Even though I wanted his kisses, I respected his wishes, knowing I'd feel the same way if I were the one who was sick. I asked him what kind of TLC he needed and he responded that he really needed to have his cock sucked. Fortunately, this is right up my alley!

I planted big open-mouthed kisses on his body as I travelled down toward his cock. He was naked, but I still had on my bra and panties when I continued the wet kisses on his thighs and balls. He played with my tits through my bra while I licked along the length of his cock and as he undid my bra and captured my entire breast in his hand, I sucked his cock into my hot mouth. We both moaned and I took him farther into my throat, my nose buried in his balls and my head moving from side to side to press him in even deeper.

Hard as a rock, he instructed me to pull off my panties and remain kneeling as I was. He moved around behind me and with the help of our doggie-style strap, he fucked me soundly from behind. This position doesn't normally work well for us, but all the stars aligned on that day to make it a great experience. We collapsed, worn out and snuggled for a good while, talking about this and that as I kissed his neck and stroked his back. He also caressed my body and planted the occasional kiss on my forehead or cheek. When I checked the time, I realized that by the time we packed up and left, we'd have just enough time to make it to the party on time.

I told L the time and suggested we start packing up. He pulled me back in his arms and said that nobody arrives on time for kinky parties and started putting the moves on me for round two. I happily fell in with this change of plan and soon lay back with my legs spread wide to accept him. It was worth every late moment. It was an incredible encounter and I was so blissed out I could barely move for quite a while afterward. We finally did pack up and found that we would arrive about an hour late, but somehow that seemed much less important than it had an hour previously!

I followed L in my vehicle across the city to the dungeon. As we exited our cars on the dark, deserted industrial street, we looked around and then at each other. This was going to be interesting!

Friday, January 13, 2012

L's Naughty Pic of the Week, Unwrapped and Grabbed

With the demise of HNT a number of people have mourned it's passing. If you are looking for a place to tell the world about your naughty pic feel free to add a comment pointing the way and you too can participate in NPOTW. No themes, no rules except that the pic should be naughty, you define naughty in your own terms. If people decide to participate I'll make up a banner and all the accoutrements. Sound like a plan?

Monday, January 9, 2012

We said: Pity Party Now, Play Party Later

L and I have both been under the weather and as a result we haven't even seen each other this week! One of us has a cold and the other the flu and since we are both loathe to make the other unwell with our own particular sickness, we are staying apart until we're both better. We even granted ourselves an extension on this week's post! Hopefully we're both over the hump and will be able to write the story for you soon!

And boy do we have a story for you! Recently, we had occasion to attend our very first play party and wow, did we ever have an awesome time! There was food, there was fucking, there was rope, there was playing, there was porn........and it was an absolute blast! Did L finally reach ass bruising nirvana? Stay tuned to find out....

Friday, January 6, 2012

L's Naughty Pic of the Week

Now that HNT is no more the blog looks kind of barren on Thursdays without a picture so I have decided to revive L's Naughty Pic of the Week at least for this week. Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for the bite mark.
Just to make things easier for V I didn't make her choose in or on, I gave her one of each.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

TMI Tuesday - 1/3

Happy New Year!

1. Finish this sentence: In the New Year, I hope to......
......continue to explore and expand my horizons in as many ways as opportunity presents.

2. Do you make New Year’s Resolutions? If yes, what are they for 2012?
I never make New Year's Resolutions. Every day is a new day with the ability to start fresh and change what you didn't like about yesterday. I don't need to wait a whole year for that.

3. What New Year’s resolutions did you make last year?
I didn't make any.

4. Think of three of those resolutions, from last year. How did you do in keeping them?
See #3

5. What was your most memorable sexual happening/experience in 2011?
In one of our many early conversations about what things we'd like to try with each other, L asked me about anal sex and I said absolutely not. I had a very bad experience with anal sex when I was young and was traumatized to even think about it. As L and I were together longer and I grew to trust him, I finally told him about my experience and he understood why I was so against trying it, but he also explained to me that it wasn't supposed to be that way. I read a lot about it and we also talked about it a great deal over a long period of time before I decided I'd be interested in trying it with him. Even then, he didn't jump on it right away. We worked up to it gradually over the course of many months until one day as we lay snuggling together, I asked him if we could try it right then. I wrote about that day here . There was a lot of fear and emotion linked to that act and I am very grateful that L is the man he is - that he was able not only to help me to deal with what happened and put it behind me but to also make the act into something that I have come to enjoy.

Bonus: What was your most memorable experience (activity, event, etc.) in 2011?
I had so many wonderful and memorable experiences in 2011 it would be hard to pick just one. We had many wonderful picnics, got to cook for each other, travel...and the list goes on. It was truly a great year and I hope 2012 can be even half as good.

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Monday, January 2, 2012

We said: Absence Makes the Ardour Stronger

As mentioned, L and I have been apart for the holidays, but though we have been apart, we've managed to find some time to chat each day. Since we don't have anything new assignations to write about, we decided for this week to let you in on the tail end of one of one of our conversations from earlier in the week.

LM: I'm lying in bed now

V: Me too. :)

LM: Naked?

V: Of course!

LM: Is your pussy wet?

V: Not yet

LM: I thought you might have been using one of your toys

V: No....girly days still an issue.

V: Though I did use the vibe last night :P

LM: You could always put it in your ass

V: True....I've never done that on my own

LM: What would you like me to do to you next time we're together?

LM: It's been a while since I fucked you in the ass

V: Yes, it has

V: When was last?

V: Oh...when you fucked "Mrs. Claus" in the ass

LM: Mmm yes, that was it

V: That seems like ages ago now.

LM: Yes. I was going to fuck you in the ass last time but girlie days were delayed

V: Yes

LM: So you ended up riding me instead

V: I love riding your cock

V: So that was good in a way

LM: Don't you like getting fucked in the ass?

V: Of course I know I do...

LM: I want to use that strap and really give it to you next time

LM: Pull your hair too

V: Oooh yes…Mmmmm

LM: I bet your pussy is getting wet now

V: Okay, now you're getting me wet.

V: Lol – great minds

LM: Because my cock is getting hard

V: Good - I hate to suffer alone. Lol

LM: Except you aren't here to suck it for me

V: Nope. Wish I was.

V: I'd suck it just the way you like it....

V: No hands...just mouth and tongue

LM: And I'd grab your hair and hold you down on me with my cock deep in your throat

V: Yes - I love that

V: Choke on your cock

LM: Mmmm yes

LM: You are such a dedicated cock sucker

V: Love to do it

LM: What do you want me to do next time we meet?

V: I think I'd like you to crop my ass

V: Lol

LM: Hard?

V: As hard as you want to

LM: So it really stings?

V: Yes

V: So it leaves marks

LM: It always leaves marks

V: Mmmm

LM: I may have to tie your hands so they don't inadvertently get in the way

V: Yes...tie me first

LM: Or do you mean marks you can look at the next day, so that you know you've been

V: I want you to be rough

V: Pull my hair, crop my ass, bite my nipples

V: Yes...residual marks

LM: You are a naughty kinky girl, aren't you

V: Only for you

V: I know I won't get to be with you again for a while

LM: You know your ass is pretty tough, it may take a lot of cropping

LM: I bet the brush would really leave some good marks

LM: A picture of my cock in your ass with crop or brush marks would make a nice
addition to our collection

V: Yes, it would

V: But not the brush! Hate the brush!

V: :(

LM: Use your words ;)

LM: You don't get to choose. Once I have you tied up your only recourse is the

V: Crap

V: You know I'm too stubborn to use the safeword.

V: You'll make me cry

LM: I'll comfort you afterwards

V: Lol

V: You are a wonderful comforter, that's for sure

LM: Maybe the brush will get you to subspace

V: Hmmm....I suspect not

LM: I'd be willing to take that bet

V: Too ouchy to lose myself, I think

V: We can try

V: Do you want to try to send me there?

LM: If that's where you want to go

V: Not sure...still a scary thing for me.

LM: I bet I could get you to beg for the brush if it was properly applied

V: Ha! I'd take a bet that will never happen.

LM: You used to fear the crop too

V: Hmmmm....very true

LM: Remember when I slipped the crop handle into your pussy?

V: Ohmigosh that was hawt

LM: I bet the brush handle would feel good too

V: the brush might have a good use after all....

V: That day was so awesome....between the crop and your fingers...sigh

LM: I'll warm you up with the crop and then switch to the brush

LM: The patterns the bristles make on your ass are hot

V: lol

LM: I can picture them now as I look down at your ass as I fuck it

V: I wish I could see that view

LM: I can take a picture for you

V: Ok

V: I love to have your cock inside me...pussy, mouth,'s all good

LM: That's why you are my cock slut

V: Yes

V: I wish you could fuck me right now

V: I'd be torn though

LM: Torn about what?

V: I want to feel your hot cum on my tits....

V: But I so love when you cum in my pussy

LM: Me too, but it will be soon.

LM: I don't think I can take much more of this, my cock is so hard it's aching

LM: All I can think about is your mouth, tits, pussy and ass

V: I'm sorry, baby....wish I was there to make it better

LM: I know you do

V: I know what you mean though...I'm all wet and horny

LM: I should really get to sleep now, so I can dream of doing you.

V: Ok lover, can’t wait to feel you inside me.

LM: I promise to leave some marks for you to look at afterwards

V: Mwah, xoxoxo

LM: xoxoxo, do you soon.