Evidence of Decadence.

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"I'm hungry." He said stepping up to me as I leaned my hips against the oven door.

I was a bit slow at first, feeling the warm buzz of the whisky concoction we had been sipping on, but quickly understood he wasn't talking about the pizza. His hand went to my crotch that warmed at his grasp. "I need to taste this, now."

"Mmmmm... that kind of hunger."

He got on his knees before me and undid the belt to my jeans, unzipped and shimmied them slowly over my hips and down my legs. The seductive way he had of undressing me, the sensuality and sexuality that washed over him, changing him to where he became consumed with pleasing me was intoxicating. He stood and his hands touched my sides and moved up gathering my sweater along the way until it was up and over my head. I stood before him in my black lace panties and bra.

"Beautiful...always beautiful".

His mouth was on my mouth, then my cheeks, down my neck until his lips kissed and nibbled my breasts through the lace.

My hands went to his head and gently pushed him back down on his knees. He licked my inner thighs and my hips pushed against his face wanting more of his mouth and wet tongue. He traced my lips through my panties until his saliva was mixing with my juices that flowed easily with anticipation. His tongue flatten and lapped along the drenched lace.

I entwined my fingers through his soft grey streaked hair. Just enough length for me to get a firm grasp. One push of his face against me then brought him back up to his feet. His body sliding up along mine until he reached my mouth and I devoured him with my own lustful hunger.

His kisses were slow and long as if I was a delicacy for him to savor. My hands reached under his sweater and started to gather it to pull over his head. He stepped back grabbing it himself and as he lifted it off I started to unbutton his shirt. He joined in the effort and I turned facing the oven wanting him behind me. I heard the shirt fall to the floor as he got on his knees once more. His tongue and hands worked their way up my legs. I leaned forward and lifted my right leg opening the way to his goal. I easily got lost in his moans and insatiable hunger for my juices. He pressed his face against my cunt and ass as his mouth and tongue explored the depths of his desire. He moved further up my back until standing. I heard his zipper and his pants fall to his feet. I reached behind me and pulled his cock closer until it was between my legs. He placed his hands on my hips and I slowly moved my wet cunt over his shaft and head.

My panties were drenched by now. "Take them off and fuck me baby."

He slid them off and leaned forward against me. His arms reached around and kneaded my breasts through the black lace.  One hand worked on my nipples while the other unlatched the bra allowing my breasts to fall freely. My bra hung on my outstretched arms as his hips continued to slide his cock over the lips of my pussy. The slippery sensation drove my desire for him higher and I clenched my thighs together to heighten the friction. I lifted one arm, then the other and the bra flew across the room. His breath was warm and heavy on the back of my neck as he taunted me with his cock.

"I said fuck me baby!"

"No." He whispered against my ear.

"What?!"

"I want you in our bed." He turned me around. His hands gathered my long hair and pulled me against him. "I need you in our bed. I'm going to fuck you there. "

"You're going to...." His mouth came down hard on mine slightly bruising my lips. His tongue invading my words and almost taking my breath.

"Preheat the oven." His words moved over my lips. The pizza was already in the oven but we hadn't turned it on.

I turned and set the temperature as he kicked off his jeans from around his feet. Now both naked he pressed again against me, his cock moving once more in between my thighs. I smiled thinking I'm getting him now. I relaxed against him enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding along my wet pussy readying it to slip inside. I lifted on my toes for him to gain entrance. That first thrust always causing a sigh from my lips. He entered but only briefly. Three long slow thrusts and he was out again.

"Our bed baby." He growled in a low tone.

He turned me around, two fingers seizing my cunt as he kissed along my neck and up to my mouth before I could express my frustration. His mouth captured mine and his seductive kiss vanquished any objections I had. I needed him inside me. I didn't care where, only that I needed him at that moment. To feel one, to feel full. To feel consumed by his passion. There was only the heat, lust and explosive chemistry that flowed between us. Nothing outside of that existed in that moment.

His hands gathered me up against him and carried me down the hall to our bed. My arms wrapped around his neck, my mouth whispering in his ear what I would do to him once there. To his cock. To his ass. To his mind.

Our clothes left scattered across the kitchen floor. Evidence of our continued decadence.

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Earned Surrender.

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I sometimes consider time my enemy. But when it comes to developing a relationship, time is my friend. When elements of D/s are part of that developing stage, time really is my friend! I seek intensity, passion, knowledge of a man's soul and desire for my company. There is nothing casual about how I go about developing a relationship. It's an investment of my time and energy both of which are highly valuable! And he should feel the same when it comes to his investment in me.

I have lost track of how many times I have heard of the shallow connection that couples allow to infect a once passionate union. The heat that brought them together has cooled under the weight of living day to day under bills, raising a family and commitments they have made to others. A faded memory takes the place of the hunger that never seemed to be satisfied, always leaving them continually hungry for each other. In that vacuum fantasies rise and the human heart longs for capturing once again a fire that makes them feel alive. Unless there is acceptance and love creating a safe place to share those fantasies a heart will search elsewhere. Such is the need of the human soul to feel passion and desire. With age comes the knowledge that true intimacy is being fully known. To be known is to be vulnerable and embraced completely.

To be vulnerable and embraced completely takes time. That's why time in that environment is my friend. Vulnerability needs to be on both sides. A dominant learning the communication style of her submissive and willing to be vulnerable in expressing her desires, needs and unfolding expectations. I say unfolding because each relationship is unique and for me the expectations evolve over time as the knowledge of each other increases.

All of this sets the foundation of Earned Surrender. Mutual respect and trust is the corner stone on which that foundation is laid. Pleasing one another, exploring and discovering the treasures, dark caves and bright spots. Seeing the weakness that lies in us all and embracing it with strength. As a dominant knowing there will be many times I want him to rise up and hold me, run his knowing hands over me, inside me and claim me as his own during times of emotional struggles on my part. The humanity between us never forgotten.

He feels my mouth, hands and fingers exploring him inside and out. His body reaches up for my touch begging me for more; to own him more, to take him more, to claim him more. My need for him grows as he opens up physically and emotionally filling my soul with his light and darkness. His revealing eyes express what many times his mouth is unable to speak.

This is the reward of time well spent. An ongoing surrender of souls between two and a commitment to keep the passion fresh with intimate knowledge.

Beautiful!

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Coast to Coast Traveling Panties.

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He had picked them out himself. Navy blue, his favorite color. Lace, a fabric they both loved. He teased her about the women in the shop who had tried to help him pick them out, but his instructions were to choose what he wanted her in the most. Yes, lace and navy blue. Perfect. 

The geographical distance between them was taking a toll and they needed something, a touch stone, that would say, "Yes, we are in this together." The envelope arrived almost a week later and she could feel her breathing increase as she opened and released his gift from inside. She ran her hands carefully over the delicate fabric, eyes closed, imagining him picking them out, holding them, pressing them against his face and then wrapping them gently in the tissue paper, along with his enclosed note and mailing them off to their first destination. To her. 

Their agreement. She would wear them for 3 days straight only to take them off to shower, then immediately placed them in a zip locked bag and mail them back to him. Worn, saturated and loved. Each day a new picture was taken and sent. Throughout the day she would run her hand along the fabric, imagining his hands on them, fondling them. Fondling her. Her pussy would press and rub across the crotch. She could feel the moisture between her legs build as she pictured his cock and balls soon filling the same place. At night she would curl into a ball and fall asleep with the now very familiar fabric caressing her ass and pelvic. 

               

 On the morning of the fourth day she folded and kissed them goodbye, envious that they were traveling to where she wanted to be. Back to him. 

She waited. Anxious that they arrived safely. Finally the text came showing the picture of them in his possession. Panties snugly wrapped around his body; cock laying warm off to the side within them. For three days she received updates of his trials and enjoyment. Enjoyment of knowing the lace fabric now embracing him had been intimately familiar with the pussy and ass he dreamt about. And trials concerning keeping his balls tucked within the fabric as he went about his day! His cock found many places to call home during the panties visit. Either caressed along the side or peaking out of the top lace band. They rode a bit high up his ass, but he found it to be a delightful reminder of their agreement. 

Another morning on day four and once again the panties were prepared for their journey across the country. A few days later she retrieved them for the last time from their packaging and held them to her heart. Then to her face and could smell his body throughout them. She immediately put them on and noticed the front was stretch out on the sides. At first she was puzzled then remembered the many pictures she received of his cock pressing against those very spots. "Yes...", She mumbled to herself as she ran her hands along the front panel. 

That night in bed, panties infused with their aroma hugging against her she wondered if they would ever meet face to face. It had always been their plan, but as time moved forward that plan seemed more and more unlikely. She fell asleep fingers tracing along the lace patterns. Imagining his balls and cock resting against her. 

Finding Shelter in the Shadows.

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When I think of shadows I think of someone being guarded from the light. From the heat of discovery...but yet feeling the indirect warmth of the sun against his human form. Not quite hidden. There are small parts of the body visible, but only a trained eye could make it out. He feels safe there in the shadows, but also somehow involved in the activity he seeks. Vicariously he lives through his imagination, projecting himself into a reality of what is before him. Soon the watching isn't enough and vocally he makes himself known. Inch by inch he moves slowly into the light. He's encouraged by a hand reaching out to him, offering assistance and direction.

He's lived so long with his fantasies that the light of exposure to his nature unmasked to another is frightening. Some find the compatible guide for their need and a journey begins of self discovery and acceptance. Some never find that guide. Others rarely leave the shelter of the shadows. The existence of the later group is lonely and their true identity hidden from the world. Those are the ones who put themselves in danger because they become a victim to the need and desire that continues to build until they rush out of the shadows with reckless abandon looking for any fix; at whatever cost. Later with head hanging down and soul empty they crawl back into the shadows. Any satisfaction dissipates quickly as once again humiliation and disgust settles in with the reality that they have placed themselves in danger for what they consider a base need. When the sun starts to set, the temperature in the shadows drops farther then it does for the rest of the world. So it seems. Isolated, cold and alone they swear never again to risk exposure. But their history knows better. There will be another time.

Some call these marks of life the traits of addiction. In this case sexual addiction. Is there really such a thing? Could the truth possibly be that not all people fit into what society calls the social norm? And that while trying to 'Fit In' they lose themselves? They already feel an outsider and fear keeps them from risking more rejection in seeking those who would accept them. Is this why the shadows are more desirable than speaking and discovering truths? More desirable than seeking those in their lives that would give them a secure place to dwell in the sun light? Is this not what a healthy life is about? To seek those who will say, "I accept all that you are and you are welcome here" ? Is that not the premise of an alternative lifestyle? And why do we even need an alternative? Who has defined 'normal'?

Communication without judgement, listening and hearing others; that to me is the sunlight. Openness, acceptance, wisdom, learning and the understanding of why we are the way we are; these are the true treasures of wealth. Finding a place to live a life full of the true expression of who lives within us. This kind of freedom releases creativity and brilliance because the whole person has emerged. Is that not a desire common among mankind? And if it isn't? Why isn't it?

Some say it is brave to think and live that way. I say life is too short to not live your own life. If you don't discover and live the fullness of who you are, who will? The world is waiting for YOU to show up. With all your beautiful flaws and uniqueness. Not a carbon copy of others. But YOU. Let's be brave together. Let us help each other out of the shadows.

Comfort ~ Acceptance ~ Wholeness

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Waking up Sleepy

Sometimes the lack of sleep can be a joyful occurrence when the reason for it is your partner has been fondling you all night. Groping whether he's awake or half a sleep; reaching for your body to touch and feel your warmth pulled against him. His hands making paths along your waist, outer thighs, then slipping in between them to fondle the warm lips that are waiting between your legs. It's a comfort for him to know you are there, still hungry for him even in your sleep. To know that when he turns your body to meet his it awakens your need to feel his skin against yours.  To reach inside you and know that he can still arouse your desire even when you slumber. You stir and move closer and press into his touch. Automatically your juices start to flow in preparation for more of him. His mouth nestles into your neck, his breath tickling your nerve endings, his voice whispering in your ear, "...more please....".

I love waking up sleepy.

More Please......

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Hello 2014! I'm Glad You're Here!

2013 was a bumpy ride emotionally and full of a long transition.  I knew going into it that it could go either way for NB and myself.  As uncertain as things looked for us at times, I wouldn't change one bump along the road.  These are the journeys that continue to form our character and lives. But I'm so thankful that year is now behind me!

I have somethings forming in my life that are making 2014 look very promising. Too premature to share them with you now, but will share once I know their place along my journey. 2014 will be full of changes. I'm looking at ways to expand and improve on this blog and I'll keep you updated on personal changes along the way.

Some things I learned in 2013:

1. That two people can love each other deeply, openly and yet feel and realize with grace that their journey together has run it's course.

2. That with a thankful heart we can move forward knowing that who we are today and what we potentially have to offer to another was forged in the fire of what we just walked out of.  I'd not change one thing.

3. That although it seems our heart could never open or want another, that there is someone waiting just for us around the corner. Someone we never knew existed who possesses qualities we never understood we needed.

4. Life has a way of presenting us magic at any age.

May all of our lives this 2014 be filled with the surprise of magic!

~ Vista

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Reflections, Thinking and Examining Emotions.

I seem to be in a bit of a funk and I'm taking the time to examine where I am in my life at the moment and if I'm content to continue down this path or make some changes.

I came back from a wonderful 3 1/2 days of sun, attention, loving and great sex with NB.  It was really a fabulous time and enjoying each other's company with no concrete plans in place. We concentrated on 'us' and I felt we made even more headway in the foundation of who we are together. And then I came home and my emotions crashed. Looking back it's been a long time in coming.

NB and I have been through a lot in the time we have known each other.  When we are together things are perfect, smooth and relaxing. And also very exciting. But these last few times when we have gone through long weeks of being apart, I've been starting to feel the strain on my emotions. I'm not one to over think and dwell on things I have no control over. I probably error on the side of denial, hoping things will eventually work themselves out as I think on the positive aspects of my life. But the heart has a mind of it's own and it's own time table.  Mine finally got the attention of my brain.

So I'm stepping back and giving myself a break, taking a deep breath and seeing what it is I really want out of my life. What path do I want to be on and where do I wish to be this time next year. There are many factors to consider, NB being a very big factor. But I'm not feeling excitement and very adventurous at the moment. I recognize a crossroad and I'm going to stop and ponder the signs ahead.

I'll still be here, not going anywhere. But I'm not going to being seeing Mr. Snow (as sexy and lovely as he is) or anyone else for that matter until I understand where I am and where I want to be. In fact to prove the funk I'm in, I was going to share with all of you a very kinky and thrilling time NB and I had together. So emotionally and psychologically deep and hot!  But.... decided to keep that between the two of us.

Stay with me!  Erotic sexy stories will still flow here, just based on fiction and not real life for a time.

The main thing I have always tried to get across in this blog is that we pay attention to who we are, stay authentic, don't fall into the trap of routine and doing what we think is expected of us. Stay true to who we are. We are the only ones living in our flesh and hearing the thoughts rolling around in our brains!  Always be true and good to yourself.  That is what I'm doing right now.

Love you all!

~ Vista

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The Passion of First Encounters.

It had been weeks since they had seen each other. Weeks that seemed to go by slowly but also served a purpose of building the desires that were ignited when they first met.  Weeks that had their words already touching each other's sexual zones making him hard and her wet with need. His mind had already entered her and her body was already surrendering to the thoughts and desires he was expressing in glorious details. Now it was only moments away before he walked through the door and they would be face to face again. But this time it would involve more than a kiss.

She hears his car pull up and stands next to the door, freshly showered and wearing a soft sheer blue robe that falls just beneath her round cheeks. Before he can knock, she opens the door and ushers him quickly inside. He pulls her close to him and at first she is chilled by the coolness of his jacket.  He removes the jacket and pulls her close to him once more.  She can now feel the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt. His kiss is what she remembers, but this time even softer and full of more want. She nuzzles her body even closer to his as she holds his head and neck pressing her breasts into his chest.  His right hand moves from her back, down her ass, gripping her bare cheeks and she feels his fingers searching and finding the wetness soaking her pussy. She moans and kisses him harder as his hand moves to her front and he slips two fingers into her hunger. 

She is now pulling at his clothes that have become intrusive.  His shirt flies off and she dives for her first glimpse of his cock as he unzips and drops his slacks and boxers to the floor. Her hand is immediately around his shaft as she lowers herself to her knees and takes him swiftly into her mouth. She moans as she feels his growing flesh pass her wet lips and her hands fondle his shaft and balls. He braces himself against the entryway wall taking in the warmth of her pleasure. His fingers digging into her long dark wavy hair. His mind, absorbed by the movement of her tongue over his sensitive head and shaft.  Her lips soft, yet firm as they surround and move along his length.

"Fuck!" Slips out of his mouth as he pulls her further down on his shaft. "Fuck!"  Then pulls her head off of him in a quick move.  "You need to stop! I almost came."  He raises her to her feet, her lips wet with saliva  Her eyes telling him she is lost in her lust for him.  

He picks her up and carries her to the waiting bed she has prepared for them. He lays her gently on her back toward the edge of the bed and gets on his knees this time. He gently touches the heat generating from between her legs and runs one hand smoothly over her pussy. She moans again, reaching for him.  

"No."  He says. "Lie still.  I want to know you...all of you."  She lays her head back on the bed and spreads her legs wider for him as his hands run up and down her sex and his fingers start to explore every fold and the depths of her opening. Her heat builds, she moans and longs to feel the strength of his cock inside her. Her minds starts to flood with images of him sliding and filling her as she feels the texture of his tongue dancing over her clit. Teasing, arousing and exploring, then diving inside her deeply. 

Her hands run across her breasts and pinch at her nipples, her mind further traveling along familiar fantasies that tend to occupy her thoughts, until she feels his fingers plunging deep inside her and his body moving up her own. She opens her eyes and sees his mouth coming to devour her right nipple, taking it eagerly in his mouth and sucking and flicking it with his tongue.  She reaches down and grabs her breast to thrust even more into his mouth, "Harder!  Suck harder." Her voice almost desperate from the building of pressure inside her cunt and clit.  He obeys, his fingers working in rhythm with his sucking until she explodes in orgasm and releases her juices all over his hand and wrist.

"Oh fuck, baby!" He groans as he moves his cock into position and his mouth over hers, entering her with a long, slow plunge that almost takes her breath away.

"Damn! Oh god...damn you feel so good."  She whispers, floating on the wave of her own orgasm and taking in the sensation of his cock inside her warm walls.

"It's a good start." He whispers back into her ear as he build his own momentum, her meeting him with every thrust.  "Yes," she says, taking another long breath, "A good start."

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Cuckolding Does Not Equal a Pre-arranged Marriage!

This post is for those men who are single and identify themselves as a cuckold man and single women who identify as a cuckoldress who are looking for each other.  I have a friend who I will call "L" who has been in a cuckold marriage before and longs for that again. It's been very interesting following his journey to find another partner.  Notice I said 'partner' not cuckoldress.  He recently sent me an email of yet another woman saying she wanted a cuckold relationship and listing her wants and needs.  I suppose for some this may be just find and dandy...but for anything to truly last there must be a relationship first.  A reason why you want to be together beside cuckolding!  I see this not just coming from women but also from men who seem consumed with what they see as the hottest trend and they desire to stick their toes in the water for a trial run!  Cuckolding does not equal a pre-arranged marriage!  Unless that's all you are after!

A good relationship is built first on the connection, chemistry and desire to be together as a couple.  As ANY other relationship would be.  Once that is established, if cuckolding is a natural fit and agreeable then you move on to that step...the timeline is based on the two of you.

This is not a road that is emotionally easy to travel upon! There must be a strong foundation and great communication between the two partners for this to reap any true benefits. And it's not a lifestyle to just dabble in!  It comes out of what you already have and have found it as a needed and desired part of how the two of you are wired.  It's an exciting and thrilling roller-coaster for those strong enough to maneuver it.

There are some great examples of cuckold couples on the web.  Here are a few:

Scott and Em at Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse 
Vanessa Chaland at Cuckold Letters
H.H. and Lo at My Sex Life with Lola

All of their links can be found on My Blog List.  :)

As you will see, even with these three, there is great variety in how they live their lives.  But they have one thing in common, their relationships were established first.  As was NB's and mine. We fell in love and the cuckolding came along as a natural dynamic as we evolved as a couple.

I know this is only my humble opinion and you may think I'm completely off base.  And that's your right.  Doesn't bother me a bit.  There are always as many exceptions as there are differences in tastes and styles.  But I'm a realist / romantic and believe in love.  I know what works for me.  I have seen the importance of the connection between two people that is needed before you add anything else 'outside the box' to the mix.  I'm all for building long term!

So for those of you who are single and out there looking...keep this in mind.  Look for a connection first!  Chemistry first!  Unless you love pre-arranged marriages!  :)

Mmmmmm...Connection, Chemistry...Passion.

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Boys that Become Bridges

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I adore this little boy!!!!!  The pic came across my Tumbr dashboard yesterday and I knew I had to post it here.  Just look at him!  The little girl does make the effort to try and get across in her pretty little white coat. He reaches out his arms to her to help her and sees the uncertainty in her eyes. He quickly assess the situation and his immediate response is to lay his body down and create a bridge over what is causing her fear.  I love it!  Whether this young man grows up to be submissive or dominate is not the issue.  Whether the young lady grows to be either is not the issue.  It's the two of them following their basic, instinctive nature and that precious little man wanting to make her way safer.  I'm a dominate woman, but I still look for this kind of strength and instinctive, protective nature in my man.

When little boys grow to this age.....

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And eventually this age.....

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May that instinctive, protective nature always be there.  ;)

Words and Actions that Show Worth.

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I always like to take the first week in January to look back over the last year, see mistakes made and where I can do better. Then get a fresh vision for the new year...goals made, but not set in stone.  I have learned over the many years that life has it's own plan and sometimes one runs against the other.  Life seems to win every time. :)  

Something I learned a long time ago and have not been very diligent about is the art of Living in the Present. It really does take a conscious effort. We may find ourselves at times either pulled back to the past or living so far in the future that we lose sight of what is in front of us today.  Especially the people that are in our lives...today. This is especially true if we are going through a struggle, emotional turmoil or have suffered a loss.  Learning from the past is necessary, as long as we understand we can't change anything about it, but let it help us in walking now-today.

So with that in mind, my resolution for the year is to be more mindful of the people that are in my life on a daily basis as they cross my path.  Especially family, friends and loved ones.  To not forget that none of us is promised tomorrow and to show each one in some way their incredible worth. 

And for that special man in my life....to find new ways to say "You are incredible, appreciated and loved."   Whether in words or actions. To not leave it to the chance that he just 'knows' that already.  

Don't say, 'you'll do tomorrow' what may need to be done or said today. :)

Tell Him....

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Show Him.....

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Pegging Prep for Virgin Territory.

Arrived in CA last Monday around noon.  That gave NB and I lots of time throughout that day and into the next morning to get reacquainted. He was glowing and grinning when he picked me up at the airport.  It was nice to see his desire, lust and passion for me had returned. To ensure his reaction to my arrival was stirring....I had quickly changed before meeting him into a black and white pattern dress with a pleated skirt that would move with the slight wind that was blowing. Once in the car and driving to where we would stop for lunch, NB moved his right hand over to my left bare thigh, squeezed and slowly made his way up my leg. I smiled and leaned back in my seat knowing to his delight what he would find. He moaned as he found no panties.  I was bare, warm and wet as his fingers found their way home, caressing my sex and then slipping inside me.  NB is a big man with big hands and long, wide, soft fingers. His skin is like velvet and when they find their way home deep inside me I instinctively wrap my warm folds around them never wanting that wonderful feeling to end.  There is a chemistry between people that can either repel or attract.  The chemistry between us has always been incredibly strong.  His touch, where ever it lands on or inside me is a feeling as if my body has waited for him all my life.  Waited, longed and yearned for his touch.

We left for Vegas Tuesday afternoon and arrived around 6pm.  The next few days were filled with his business activities, sight seeing for me and losing money at the slots!  And lots of food!  We tend to eat more when on trips!  Don't we all.  Each night was filled with our intimate sexual activities and not falling asleep until 4am.  All along, in the back of my mind, was pegging!  He didn't know what I had planned and I was waiting for the right time when I knew he would be relaxed and ready to follow my lead.  Wednesday night we decided to stay an extra day.  We were tired and just wanted to sleep in and spend the next day leisurely together then take in a show that night, heading back to CA on Friday.  I smiled with our decision knowing this would fit perfectly into my plan! :)

Thursday morning arrived and we woke up around 9am after another late night of play.  NB was warm and relaxed with no meetings or calls to attend to. We snuggled our warm, naked bodies together as his head rested on my breast, his mouth finding its way to its nipple.  While he happily suckled and me running my fingers through his hair I brought up my plan.  I knew he was in the perfect frame of mind to accept.

"Baby...Do you remember our talks about how much I need to have all of you?"

"Mmmmmm...yes." He mumbled through his filled content mouth.

"I know it makes you nervous when I talk about taking your beautiful ass... but god, how I need to do that." I kept holding him close to my breast, while still running my fingers through his hair. "I need to have all of you.  I crave to have all of you. I need to see you surrender everything to me. Trust me with your most vulnerable, intimate parts."

"Mmmmm...." He kept suckling and holding me tighter for security, but nodding his head in agreement.

"But you need to be prepared before I take you with my strap-on.  I need to train you to relax so that you can fully enjoy it when I do."

He let go of my breast and wrapped his arms tightly around me.  I was already drifting into a very lovely Domme space feeling his surrender melting around me.  A rush of warmth flowed over me as NB moved from lover to submissive and I as the woman he worshiped.  As he went into the bathroom to wash and prepare for his new adventure I got out my supplies to lay on the night stand.  Gloves, lube, (pineapple), anal plug with insert-able bullet, condom for plug and combination cock ring and harness.  Although I had wanted to be dressed in my Domme attire, I didn't want to give him time to lose the space he was now wonderfully in or the feel of the moment.

I first had him lie on his back.  I laid over him, resting my body against him, holding his face in my hands, kissing, loving and relaxing him as I slowly moved down his body with reassurance that all will be well.  I reached for the cock ring and harness and slipped the ring over his member. NB has big balls, which I love, and it was a challenge to gather them up and get the harness around them. But after multiple tries I finally was able to click it together on the last snap.  My hands moved around his thighs, along his inner thighs and then along his shaft and balls.  Massaging, licking, sucking, enjoying what was laid out before me. NB laid there watching, breathing and responding with soft moans.  I then told him to roll over onto all fours and display himself for me. As he did I reached for the lube, gloves, anal plug and bullet.

His head was down, cradled in his hands, legs spread, ass up and waiting.  Before I did anything more, I ran my hands over his smooth ass, kissed it, gave it soft bites and ran my hands over the small of his back and cheeks again.  I was in a very happy place.  Seeing him present himself to me. Willingly, desiring to bring me pleasure. I poured some flavored lubed down along the crack of his ass and rubbed it in, making sure it ran all the way to his opening. I smoothed it into his cheeks and down along his crack just brushing along his opening, teasing and loving every moment. Also letting the lube drip along his balls that were hanging and massaging the lube into them while reaching up to his shaft and sliding my hand along his flesh.  I reached for the glove and maneuvered my hand inside and grabbed more lube. After pouring more along his crack to his opening, I began to massage his opening with one of my gloved fingers.  He was so tight!

"Baby, breathe...relax and concentrate on how you feel. Get lost in the sensation of feeling."

"Yes." He softly replied with his head still buried in his hands.

I took my time.  Just as I told him I would.  Slowly I worked my finger around and around until he started to relax and finally one finger was able to slip in.  OMG...So tight!  I thought to myself, I hope I'm able to even get the plug in at all.  But I kept at it.  I was determined to achieve what I had set out to do.  To have him completely surrender to me. Finally two fingers and I knew he was ready.  He felt so good.  So tight.  I put the condom over the plug.  (I always do whether its a plug or the dildo for my strap-on...It makes clean up so much easier!)  Because it came with the insert-able bullet it had a nice hole I could put my finger into to guide it along inside him.  Love it!  Slowly first just the tip, then more and more.  All along I'm rubbing his cheeks, kissing them, fondling his cock and balls, asking him how he is doing and telling him what a good job he is doing and how happy he is making me. Then finally... it's all the way in as he moans with the sensation.  I grab the bullet and insert it into the plug and push the button to turn it on.  A small low hum is heard.

More moaning as I move the plug in circles inside him and in and out hitting every nerve found there along with his prostate.  I kissed and nipped at his round cheeks while I continue to fondle his cock and balls.  I then had him clench his anus muscles and had him move on to his back, keeping the plug in place. I reached down and found it had started to slip out a little and gently moved it back in place.  Now on his back I could see his face and really tease and play with him. His nipples are very sensitive and I had a great time pinching, rubbing, biting and sucking on them while I continued to fondle him.

I had this wonderful playground before me and enjoyed every inch of it!  Not wanting to over use his canal the first time I finally removed the plug gently from his hole and removed the cock ring and harness. I was so wet and ready for him.  I needed to feel his power and strength around and through me. I climbed on top of him as he thanked me for being so gentle. We kissed, touched, explored the landscape of each other and made love.  His vulnerable surrender still washing sweetly over me.

The preparation for those who are not sure how they'll feel about pegging is vital in earning their trust. Now NB is relaxed and very open to me exploring his opening anytime we play and I look forward to when he comes to visit for the holidays because he's coming to me and I'll have everything with me.  Harness and all!  I'm excited to take this next step with him.

My ex-sub was experienced with anal play, so I never had to do any prep with him and we had a wonderful time.  There are many men who have no problem with this kind of sexual play.  But there are those whether they be Dom or sub who have their own reasons for saying no, or are nervous when you bring it up. It's exciting to me when you have a partner who at first was reluctant and now through the trust of your relationship agrees and you have the opportunity to open another world to them.  Expanding the pleasures to share with one another.  Damn I find that exciting!

Cheers for more men who love pegging!!!!

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Preparing for Pegging Adventures!

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Early Monday morning I fly out to meet NB in CA, then we drive out to Vegas on Tuesday for some business he has there, back on Thursday to CA and home again for me Friday. We have some light plans.  I know we'll take in a show while in Vegas and have lots of time for play and probably little sleep!  We tend not to sleep much when we are together!  I believe it's all the time we spend apart and his surprise when he wakes in the middle of the night and finds me there next to him. He immediately goes into explorer mode and I'm his treasure. But I have some surprises for him on this trip. We've talked about 'pegging' before. The topic intrigues him, excites him and makes him very nervous.  I love it!  We never seemed to have the time to get to it in the past.  And I'm going through major pegging withdrawals! The last time was back in June with my ex sub!

The problem for me is flying with my harness etc....in my luggage.  I've had friends who had their's taken during baggage inspection! When I fly, I hide my toys and what small amount of rope I bring (mainly para chord) all through my luggage to hopefully not draw too much attention from those 'elves' who go through your bags without you being there to make sure all contents are put back! I'd be livid if my harness was taken!  I like a sturdy harness that moves well with me and I paid good money for mine! So the harness will have to stay behind and the official pegging ceremony will have to wait until December when he flies out to see me for the holidays. But there are many other ways to prepare his virgin ass until then.  (*Big Smile*)

NB is still going through some personal transition time and hasn't been too open lately or feeling very playful.  (I'm looking forward to when he bounces back full time to the man I fell in love with.) So I'm hoping with all my preparation plans I have for him plus some other intriguing surprises, that it will help him find his mojo again.  Nothing like him seeing me in fishnet stockings, corset and toys in hand for him to rise to the occasion!  Oh...and lots of lube!

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Passion and the Need of Touch.

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Touch has it's own language and leaves its own pathway along our brain and soul. I use to work with troubled youth in school districts and because of our society and culture these days you were not allowed to touch or give them a hug.  You could ask them for permission but even that was frowned upon.  The decision, because of liability issues, was that you could help, heal, comfort without touching them. Even reaching out to hold a hand was questioned. Being the rebel I am and a very big hugger, I was always hugging, after asking their permission first.  Because I know unless there is human touch there is no lasting connection.  Good touch, over time, can erase the markings of bad touch or lack of touch in someone's life.

Touching whether sexual or non sexual is bonding.  We either repel from the bond trying to be created or we welcome and allow it to touch our soul. A tender touch from a caring soul can unleash a flood of tears you were not aware was lurking behind your eyes and break the damn within your heart.

Touch awakens passion within us.  It starts to trigger our senses and reminds us we are alive. Nerve endings stir, and in a sexual setting, arousal stirs and our bodies start to relax and excite at the same time as we flow into the sea of passion.

There wasn't a lot of touching from my parents when I was growing up.  It was the time when children were 'seen and not heard' and we seemed to be more ornaments in the home than living beings. I craved 'touch' and when I had my own children I poured out my affection all over them! We are a very touchy family. My middle daughter's nickname is 'Kitten' because she would crawl up on my lap, cuddle into me and ask me to rub her back and play with her hair. Even to this day, as an adult, she'll do that!  I do honestly believe that this is how my 'petting' fetish developed!  ;)

Recently while in Las Vegas with NB we were watching a live show and I was snuggled up to him with my right arm and hand along side his left. After a while he leaned over to me and said, "You've been 'petting' me for the last 20 mins."  I was totally unaware of what I was doing and of course it was starting to get to him! We talked about my 'petting' fetish after and I realized that for me, it brought me comfort and a feeling of connection as I was enjoying our time together.

Touch is critical in my life.  I have ended relationships when it wasn't there in the way I've needed it.  It's a form of non verbal communication that sometimes says so much more than words can convey. In my life it's wrapped up in the passion that lies inside me and expresses the emotional state of my heart and soul. If you reject my touch, you reject my core being.  It's like a knife cutting through the depths of my heart.

I have lived a lot of my life surrounded by pain and death in my life journey. Life is too short to deny the basic human needs that live within each of us. To close our eyes to what we need deep inside and deny passion is a loss to all. There is great beauty to be found in life and those who embrace passion and recognize the healing power of a human touch seem to find it easier than others. But passion lies within all of us.

I came across this quote below from Joss Whedon on my Tumblr a few days ago.

"Passion.  It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir...open its jaws and howl.  It speaks to us...guides us.  Passion rules us all.  And we obey.  What other choice do we have?  Passion is the source of our finest moments.  The joy of love...the clarity of hatred...the ecstasy of grief.  It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.  If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace.  But we would be hollow.  Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."
~ Joss Whedon ( Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Another form of 'petting' I enjoy.......

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Hearts and Red Threads

Maybe you have notice, I know I have, that in your lifetime there are those people that seem to show up unexpectedly in your life and you know from the very first meeting that somehow they will have an impact on you and you on them.  I use to be naive enough to think that it was always a 'good' impact ... but as 'impacts' go some can leave you harmed and broken.  And maybe those have come to teach us lessons we need to learn in life. I don't know. But the majority of the people who have come into my life have blessed and enriched my life and hopefully they found the same true as far as my 'impact' on them.

Both of these images came across my Tumblr dashboard today and they both speak volumes to me. The first about the Red Thread connecting those who we are destined to meet and have them in our life.  Maybe only for a few days, maybe for months, years and for some a lifetime. Most of us can look back and point to those who have had this impact on us from the very first meeting. Some are people we go into business with, some are kindred spirits that have come to encourage and remind us of our goals and destiny.  Some become best friends, teachers, confidants and some, lovers. They are rarely forgotten.  They leave their mark on our souls.

But the best are the lovers. Hearts that are going about their daily business, unknowingly on a path that will intersect with the other, caused by that Red Thread.  And it seems immediately there is a 'knowing' about each other from the first look of the eyes or the combination of words put together in a sentence and conversations that say to your heart, "You are familiar to me."  And both hearts sense the connection. These are the connections in life with others that make life bearable in stressful and tough times.  They are the glue that holds our personal world together and gives us a reason to wake up each morning.

Celebrate those who are special gifts that are meant to enrich your life. Learn from those who may give you grief, but are still a gift nonetheless.

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Raw Tears and Breaking Points

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Dearest pet.  Sometimes I want to stare at you; ready for me; surrendered to me; waiting and wondering what is going through my mind.  I walk around you as you're bound, lightly running my hands over your skin, listening to the gentle sounds you make with each stroke. I run my fingers through your hair and down along the shape of your face.  I place my mouth close to your ear, breathing softly and feeling the shivers running over your frame. "I want ALL of you."  I whisper in your ear.  You softly respond, "Yes Mistress."

I stroke your bare exposed ass and slip my fingers along your crease, moving down to your balls and cock that will soon feel the sting of my crop and flogger. My touch builds with intensity as I remember all you have shared of pent up emotions, buried struggles and the bare human ability to deal with harsh realities that you've had to deny in order to serve and protect those you've been given charge over.  Realities that haunt and fill your dreams. Numbness has brought you to the place of feeling mechanical. A machine, instead of flesh and blood.

"Would you like me to cry for you, Mistress?" You had asked in one of your vulnerable moments. "I never have and I really would like to be that vulnerable and openly raw and cry for you...I need to cry for you. Would you coax that out of me?  I know it's there...somewhere."

You have no idea how that broke me inside. The trembling truth and craving need I heard in your words. So I stare at you knowing what is coming.  Knowing I will bring you to that breaking point that will finally release the pain and anguish over the last few years.  Raw tears that will bring healing to your soul and allow you to feel again.  Breathe again.  Sleep again.

I put aside my own tears for you to find yours.

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Heart Reflections - Endings and Beginnings

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Sometimes, and come to think about it, many times, life and relationships do not go the way you thought they would in the beginning. Whether Vanilla or Kinky, we are still people with flesh and blood, hearts and souls, desires, needs and wants.  And the older we get, sometimes lots of baggage that can't seem to get unpacked! I've been taught and hold true to this life fact: To look closely at the people that cross my path in life and cherish and hold dear whatever lessons they come with. Some are meant to be friends, some lovers, some mentors and all teachers of something.

 

I find letting friends come and go in and out of my life is a natural flow that I easily accept and sometimes can anticipate our closeness coming to an end.  With lovers it all depends on the dynamic and truth that lies in the relationship. If it's filled with open communication, then there is a flow and signs that things are not going in the way you thought they would.  Those relationships seem to end with closure for both parties and hearts that heal and rebound faster...willing and able to love again.

 

Then there are some that come into your life, and you see early signs that communication will be lean. But you're a risk taker in life and you shrug off the warnings and swim in the heady, erotic pleasures that are found in the relationship. When this one ends, because the communication is lean, the closure is erratic and questions go unanswered. No amount of "I wonder, should have, or what if" is going to change what transpired. The few times I've found myself without closure, it has taken me months for my heart to take the memories that so easily flood my mind day after day and finally reconcile that it is over.  But I hang on knowing that the time will come and the memories will be cherished and lessons will be understood. I'll take the gems that were forged out of the fire of disappointment and adorn my future with their wisdom.

 

Below is a wonderful saying and truth that makes me smile! Use it in your own life for those times when you wonder, "What happened?"  And you have no answers.  "The people who want to stay in your life will always find a way!" 

 

Yes!  I truly believe that! 

 

 

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