Anal Play and Slay

Big Sexy (BSx) and I were spooning on the right side of the bed and I got aroused. My body immediately began to gyrate, my ass pressing into his groin. Soon he was pinching my nipples and I was uncontrollably rocking back into his crotch. "Give me a kiss," he said in his gruff voice that was too capable of melting me. Maintaining my spooning position, I turned my head around, looking deeply into his eyes and began to tongue him. All the while I was still grinding my ass into his crotch. He pulled away from our kiss, reached down and shimmied down my lace boy-shorts panties. I assisted by kicking them off.

I grinded deeper and deeper against his fully-erect manhood and he pushed into me. "GASP." He was at the entrance of my ass and not my pussy. He spooned me tighter and I felt the pressure of his tip against my asshole. Between the effects of gravity on his 250lb muscular body and the width of his control-taking cock, I was really feeling the pressure. He pushed harder and harder, going slightly deeper and deeper with every stroke. Because I was mentally relaxed and excited, my anal muscles were relaxed, allowing for easier entry. I gasped through every stroke, caught at the crossroad between pleasure and pain. I just knew that my nails would destroy the bed linens because I was grabbing and digging into them so tightly in order to cushion the anal blows that Big Sexy was inflicting with every stroke.

BSx: "You okay baby?,"
Me: Yeeessssssss," I managed to moan.
BSx: "You don't look like you're alright baby. You don't look like you're okay."
Me: "I am," I quivered as he slowly penetrated me further
BSx: "I don't think so baby. I'm gonna stop."
Me: "NOooooo, I want to continue," I said. I really wanted to experience this with him and this was as a good a time as any.
BSx: "I'm not going to move. I'm going to stay still and you do what you can – what you're comfortable with."

His concern for me and lack of selfishness was a turn on. I wanted to give myself to him wholly. Thus my response to his question was not verbal but physical. I shifted my weight onto my upper body, planting my arms firmly into the mattress, slightly lifted my ass of the bed and pushed back onto his cock, taking it into my ass as deep as I could. I slide up and down a few times so his tip could penetrate me further and further. Soon, I felt his cock break my initial anal barrier and my muscles wrap around his shaft.

After BSx saw that I could handle him, he switched to deep strokes. He slew me like I was a bull and he was a matador. I thoroughly enjoyed my anal death. Moans and mutterings from him like, "Your ass feels so fucking good baby," made me wilder and encouraged me to push into him deeper. I bounced by butt cheeks off his crotch and cock like a rubber ball.

I enjoyed every aspect of the experience with Big Sexy. Can't wait to do it again!

When's the last time, you were anally slayed?

Have I lost my mind!?!?

Happy New Year!

One of my resolutions is to be more communicative on this blog. I'd like to learn more about our readers and reconnect with my fellow bloggers. It is with this spirit that I share my dilemma and ask for your advice.

I think I have lost my f'ing mind. My relationship with one of my coworkers, has truly crossed the line. We are sharing inappropriate text messages and images. We are even planning an "outing" to two local swingers clubs so we can "observe" and laugh at other people.

My recent nickname for this coworker is Teddy because I imagine his body, especially his developed muscles, wrapped tightly around me.

Thus far, Teddy and I have been platonic, though his live-in girlfriend has vehemently expressed discomfort with our closeness. Funny enough, Teddy and I only hang out at work (though sometimes for hours after our official days have ended), talk on the phone and text each other. We haven't kissed or caressed or done anything physical. Well nothing short of me coping a feel by poking or shoving him.

Truth be told, what I really want to do is hug my "Teddy" bear tight, kiss his neck, lick his ear, slide my hand up his back to behind his ear and then push/pull his head closer to mine for a kiss and much more. I'm at a dangerous stage of desiring to spend a long night or better yet, a weekend with him.

Whereas in the past, I just wanted him to eat my pussy. I didn't wanna fuck. Wasn't interested in any other foreplay - no nipple pinching, no kissing, fuck caressing. Nothing, nada but straight pussy feasting. I used to get moist just thinking about his hands brushing against my hips as he stripped me of my panties. All I wanted was for his face to be buried deep in between my legs - slurping, sucking, tugging, licking my walls CLEAN. Leaving no trace of my sweet nectar. When I was done and had nothing more to give vaginally, I wanted him to plant a loud kiss signaling the end of his vaginal meal, followed by him orally engraving his name on my thighs using sweet kisses and nibbles. Though very appealing, these sexual thoughts are bound to get me in trouble!

The problem is that I have a husband and Teddy has a girlfriend. Though my partner and I are open, I don't want to bring this to him....just yet. As open as we are, I can't imagine hubby approving the outings to two swinger clubs that Teddy and I have planned. So instead we both plan to hide this from our partners. I feel (know??) that I am kidding myself - "everyone knows" how this story is likely to end but MAYBE Teddy and I will be able to just "observe" and talk shit all night.

Ever been on a slippery slope that you know will most likely only lead to trouble?? Did you manage to get off? What should I do??

Dildo Delight

It's 3am and I should be catching up on sleep. Instead, I'm up waiting for hubby to return home from the club. Tonight was a birthday celebration of a friend at a club in the City and I was not in the mood to attend because I was too tired.

Hubby must be having a blast because he has not responded to the text messages I sent a few hours ago asking if he was having a good time. I just upped the anty and texted him, "find a cute chick and bring her home." I'm sure I'll be receiving a call shortly asking if I'm high because although we're open and have an alternative lifestyle, we're not that open. LOL. For the record, I don't smoke.

I'm perusing Frederick's of Hollywood's website for new outfits. The one I currently have on is a sexy lavendar cami and short set and I can't wait for hubby to rip it off. Tonight feels like an anal night - I'm in the mood to be gently torn open. The Analease in on the side table along with the baby oil and I'm looking forward to hubby lubbing his dick with baby oil and moistening my anal opening with the Ease. The hardest part is the initial penetration and then it's easy street from there. I'm too horny to make love tonight so instead I'm mentally and physically excited about getting fucked - in the ass. :-)

I took a break from this post and poured baby oil over the smaller of my dildos until it was thoroughly wet and dripping. I turned on my side until I found a comfortable angle in which to insert the dildo. Initial discomfort set in but I literally pushed past the pain until all 5 inches fit in comfortably. After a few minutes, the dildo felt nonexistent so I upped the ante to the larger dildo. WHOA-big difference. I tried to ram it in but that didn't work - it was too wide with a circumference of 5-6 inches (see for yourself in the pic). I recoiled in pain and then slowly and rhythmically inserted it and pulled it out. My moans grew deeper as the pain from forcing the large dildo into my ass turned into pleasure.

It's now almost 5am, I'm relaxed and at ease. Hubby is still not home but it's all good - I'm sated enough to sleep comfortably. Ideally, I'll soon be woken up by the moist feel of his lips sucking my breast.

When's the last night you masturbated?

Raphael = Ravenous Erika

Thoughts of Raphael have me sexually ravenous. He's 6', dark, handsome, of black and Hispanic descent, wears size 10 shoes, has a warm aura about him, is friendly, always smiling, and cracking jokes. So what you may be thinking?

Well, where do I start with this story!?!? I am in a committed relationship though open, he is in a closed committed relationship with his girlfriend who is expecting (as in a baby) and we work together. At work, I wear a mask of utmost professionalism, I keep the kidding to a minimum and often come across as uptight. However, I'm beginning to slip. Raphael works in the mail room of my largest client and I've been seeing him a lot more lately since the terms of my contract changed and I've had to work more hours onsite. The increased onsite hours allow me to linger around him longer that necessary - submitting my package requests, inquiring about internal delivery and pickup times (the schedule hasn't changed in years) and finding ways to get into his personal business.

I have a rule about mixing business with pleasure because often times the crossover does not end well and I cannot afford to have my reputation tainted or more importantly, to have my client relationship jeopardized.

However, my strong desire for Raphael is forcing me to unwisely rethink my position on this topic. He has "man hands-" thick and large and ideal for fully palming and pumping my ass. When I see him, I envision his hands making their way under my blouse en route to my breasts. My nipples harden and I forget to breathe as his hands yank my boobies free from my bra. My body shakes as my heavy boobs plop into his hands, bouncing off of my chest. He leans in for a soft surface kiss, turned a passionate tongue kiss (including slurping and heavy wrestling) as he squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My pussy reacts by forcefully contracting and my thighs begin to rock, uncontrollably thrusting upwards. "AHHHHHHH," I moan into his mouth, disrupting our tonguing session. I grab the back of his head and move it towards my right breast, cupping and massaging my boob as though I am milking myself to feed him. He licks my nipple oh so gently before placing his hands over mine and squeezing my breasts. He feeds insatiably - engulfing as much of my breast as he can, sucking me off the way I'd like to suck his cock. Then he's biting my nipples, moving back and forth between both breasts and causing it to rain in my pants....

These thoughts are dangerous. For everyone knows, you should,

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

My thoughts have already become words, for I am writing this post. I'm afraid (read excited) that my words may soon become actions. Playing with Raphael on a regular would be a nice habit - off the client's premises of course. Now about this character bit, luring a "good" guy into cheating on his "straight laced" girlfriend goes against my character and what I believe in. Yep those quotes are from Raphael - he's a self proclaimed good guy and his girlfriend is straight laced. The contents of this convo will be described in another post. Anyway, what type of woman would I be to lead him astray? What about his girlfriend? I don't know her but there is a sister code that I should follow. Of all the available men in NYC, why must I have him!?!?!?!?! **Sigh**

Ever wanted someone who was off limits? What was the outcome?

Horny and Self-Pleasuring

I'm HORNY.

I'm in the office today and need another hour or so to wrap things up. All I can think about is how sweet my pussy will feel when my partner stuffs his man-meat into it. The mere thought of this is causing my pussy to contract. Through my denim pants, I can feel the heat and moistness of my vagina. I smell the scent my pussy is giving off - it's a sweet, "come get it" scent. I stick my hand in my pants, lightly stroking my vaginal lips before I stick my index finger slightly into my hole. *AhhhhhAAAAAAhhhhhhhh* I moan and gyrate before removing my finger so that I can inhale my scent before tasting my juices. *slurp*

My hips and lower body are contracting uncontrollably - imitating my movements from last night as I sat on his lap before sitting on his face. On his lap, we were truly one. It was impossible to tell where we individually begun and ended. His man-meat was buried deep inside my treasure - consumed. I bounced up and down at first slowly then quickly and roughly. I punished my pussy as I slammed onto his cock over and over and over again. Even tonight, more than 16 hours later, I can feel the imprint he left.

I'm trying to save it all for him but I don't know if I'm going to make it. My pussy is calling and the rest of my body is responding including my lips that were just sucking on my titties and my index finger that is about to make another trip down south.

Ever been so horny, you didn't think you would make it??

-Hornily written on my iPhone between self-pleasure episodes

First Swinger Event

My partner and I had been discussed attending a swinger event for years but never actually made the move but tonight was going to be the night. Over the last year, I had been conversing with an online pal who hosts these swinger events and I was finally in a position to attend one. On our way to the venue, I asked my partner, “What if this is a setup? What if we meet at the secret location, give the secret password and have our heads cutoff?” “Don't be a dumb ass baby!,” he said.

After successfully undergoing some security measures, we were granted access into the secret location. We walked into the elevator and I pressed the buttons for a few floors prior to ours so I'd have time to adjust myself. Corset still tight? CHECK. Boobs spilling over? CHECK. Lipstick fresh? CHECK. Breath fresh? CHECK.

"Beep," the elevator signaled that we had arrived. We stepped out and were greeted by the bouncer - I thought he was too hot to be on the outside. As we took our coats off and walked to the coat check, I heard a loud ear-piercing moan. Partner and I exchanged looks that asked if the noise was emitted from a live person???

With my heart pounding due to anxiousness and nervousness, I walked to the entrance and opened the door. The first thing I saw was a group of sexy women congregated in the middle of the room. They were kissing each other and rubbing their bodies all over one another. One was sucking another’s large breast while a second played with the other nipple of the large-breasted woman. It was not lost on me that these woman were not only in lingerie but sexy as hell. It seems I had just missed the Symbian fun. For those of you that don’t know what this is – I’ll fill you in a later post after I’ve tried it out.

Anyway, my partner and I headed to the bar for drinks. The bartender was a chestnut blonde with perky Bs. She was topless and I shamelessly admired her smooth skin and supple breasts.

After receiving our drinks and tipping “Perky,” we headed over to a group on the other side of the room and joined the convo. One of the women immediately caught my attention - she wore natural hair frizzed out [hairstyle pic]. When asked about her descent, she said she was born in Portugal but her family was from an African country. Which country? I don’t know - my focus was not on her words but her heels, thick thighs, nicely curved hips and breasts. If I had to guess, I’d say Morocco. Anyway, we chatted a while about our backgrounds, where we currently reside and the boundaries my partner and I had set for the swinger lifestyle. While talking, I glanced over her right shoulder and I was taken aback by a white couple on a bed in the secluded area. I was stereotypically surprised by his size – he was about 8-9” and his partner was blowing him like a saxaphone.

To the right of the saxaphone couple was a naked woman riding a man. There were other “couples” in various positions around the room. I felt myself moistening as I stared – yes stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing all around me.

I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck. No more staring, no more talking - just fucking. My partner grabbed my hand and we headed towards a free bed in the corner of the secluded area. He stripped down to his briefs and I to my corset and thong. Many eyes were on us and it was weird but I was too horny to be put off. Partner plopped my boobs out of the corset and started by sucking my left nipple while squeezing my right nipple and engulfing as much of my size F boobs as he could stuff into his mouth. My right hand lowered and I began stroking him rhythmically. I tapped his leg to signal for him to stand up. I yanked off his boxers and gave him a loud, lip-smacking, mouth-slurping blow-job. His large penis forced its way past my tonsils and continuously pounded the back of my throat. My normal gag reflex did not kick in - perhaps I should thank the sexy bartender for the uncut vodka-laced "fruity" drinks she had supplied me with.

"They look like they're in a Porno," someone in the small crowd that had gathered declared. People commenting on our sexual acts threw us off a bit and we took a break. We were both horny as hell so our break didn't last long - 2 mins tops. We positioned ourselves in one of my favorite positions - doggy style. "UuuHHHuuuuHHHHhhh BAAAAaaaAAyyyyBEEEE," I yelled. The sense of decency (yes I have one) within me was encouraging me to try hard to keep my sexual noise level down but I was not successful and after a short time I abandoned my efforts and let it RIP. Once again the comment and stares threw us off.

We took another break to catch our breath. 90 secs later partner's penis was being stuffed into my mouth. The remnants of me tasted pretty good. :-). A few minutes later I felt as if I were flying when his mouth descended on my twat. My pussy was treated like a piece of meat as he fingered, chewed, sucked and pleasurably ripped it apart. I was having an out of body experience – watching it from outside of myself. I snapped out of it and realized that my eyes were closed – shut tight. I opened my eyes to watch him pleasure me and instead met the stares of many pairs of eyes.

As much as I always wanted to fuck in front of a crowd, this will take some getting used to but I enjoyed losing my public sex virginity.

Have you ever had a swinger experience? Like fucking in front of a crowd?

HNT: Peek-A-Boo

Peek-A-Boo my nipple sees you!

I LOVE breasts - the look, the feel, the taste. I LOVE many things about MY breasts including but not limited to: my skin tone, smoothness, shape, size and *sensitivity.* This is a pic I took in the dressing room of a lingerie shop - clearly, I needed a bigger size garment to house my size F girls. LOL

Enjoy!

Happy happy HNT! Visit Osbasso and see who else is playing!

TMI Tuesday #205

1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Good question - can't quite narrow it down but let's say most. Music today is crappy.

2. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
Massage here I come. Spa week is almost here in NY and I could get two sessions. Or, the mister and I could to Korea-town and purchase happy-endings. :-)

3. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
Presuming, I wouldn't have to deal with the negative aspects of being black, I'd go back to the 60's and enjoy free love. (Image by Robert Altman, The Sixties)

4. What is your favorite curse word?
*Fuck.*

5. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?
Male = Morris Chestnut. Female = Sanaa Lathan.

Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
Ability to read minds, intentions and the future.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

TMI Tuesday #200 (Happy Anniversary!!)

1. What is the longest you have been in a monogamous sexual relationship? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that your significant other does (did) not know about.]
6 Years

2. If your current relationship would fail, do you have a back-up for physical or emotional comfort?
Yes.

3. Can you be "just friends" with someone when there is an unrequited sexual attraction?
Yes.

4. In a assumed monogamous sexual relationship have you ever cheated, been cheated upon or been a knowing third party to the infidelity? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that a significant other does (did) not know about.]
Part A - Depends what you define as cheating. LOL. Part B - Yes. :-( Part C - No.

5. Historically, what has caused the most arguments in your relationships?
Jealousy and insecurity on the part of the other. Fortunately that's not the case in my current relationship.


Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

TMI Tuesday #196 Orgasmic edition

Tell us about...

1. Your first self-induced orgasm
Damn can't remember how old I was - too young, way too young. I should have been doing my homework instead of discovering that if I squeezed my thighs tightly enough, I could ascend into heavenly bliss. Back then, I would make myself come at least 3 times before passing out from exhaustion.

2. Your first other-induced orgasm
A friend and I discovered that we could increase our pleasure by inserting objects in various orifices. This was the beginning...

3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm
My first experience was giving my grade school boyfriend a hand job. I was amazed how he was able to make his penis explode.

4. Your first time witnessing another's orgasm not induced by you
I was introduced to the wonderful world of porn and was glued to the television screen.

5. Since your first, what is the longest time you've gone between orgasms?
Maybe a year or 18 months when I tried practicing abstinence.


Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

TMI Tuesday #192 Love or Money

1. Would you stay in a loveless relationship for the amazing sex?
NO. Sex is great but does not have a binding hold on me. I love it but great sex can be bought so it’s not a reason to subject myself to a life of misery.

2. If you could only have one, which would you choose: love that lasts forever or great, body numbing sex?
Hhhmm had to think about this one - one since I have to make a choice but love that lasts forever. Perhaps I could bring my partner(s) to a decent level and supplement with my toys. I’m big on penis size AND knowing how to work it. I’ve dated some men that would put King Kong to shame. While the relationships were going well, I thought I’d never be able to wean myself away should things go down hill. Funny how quickly I got over that once things went south.

3. Looking back at your past loves, which one should you have married/taken back and who should you have tossed earlier than you did?
Should have married and taken back J – I would be a very wealthy woman right now, spending my summer at our Hampton's Estate. Although we’ve gone our separate ways, part of me feels strongly that our paths will cross romantically and seriously before we leave this earth.

Should have left D – I would have saved myself baby-mama drama and not wasted so much time of my precious life.

4. If you had one last fuck in you where, how and who would you “give it” to?
I love my partner but M would “get it.” HARD.

5. Which is more important sex, money, love and happiness? (and no, you can’t pick’em all)
Darn. Why did y’all have to ask me this one!?! I’ve been battling with these choices for years. Had I answered a few years ago, I would have said money was significantly in the lead but now I’m not so sure – it’s in a close race with love. In theory I say Love (family), Happiness, Money and Sex. In practice, my actions show Money, Love, Happiness and Sex. If I’m sitting around in love and happy with no money, my feelings will soon turn to unhappiness. I’m a business woman and very focused so unfortunately and to the annoyance of my loved ones – business (money) comes first.


Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Older Gentleman

What is it about an older man that can make me melt?

It must be their swagger, their confidence, the take-charge attitude, that they tend to play less games the younger men and other attributes that mark their maturity. I'm a woman in my twenties and I got wet a few weeks ago over a gentleman who really could be my grandpa. On a recent visit to her house my girlfriend introduced me to a sexy-ass man who was there and told me he was her grandfather. *SHOCK* She mentioned that he was 66 yrs old but my guess would have been that he was 1) her father and 2) was in his mid-40s. All in all, he looked like he could still put in on me. He was 6'4, dark skinned, bald head, muscular, clean shaven and had not a gray hair in sight. After meeting gramps, the remainder of my visit to her home was spent fantasizing about the things he could do to me. Having been on this earth for a VERY long time and as hot as he was, I was sure he was a PRO at using various body parts including his tongue. I was getting moist picturing that tongue sliding in and out of my pussy, his experienced hands parting my wet and dripping lips….

There are a few famous older men that could definitely get it from me including:

• Denzel
• LL Cool J
• Blair Underwood
• Ice T

Any interest in older men? Which older men can get it from you?

Too Tired

It has been a while since we were intimate. Work was really stressful and I had been spending long hours at the office. Our exchanges were limited to me kissing his forehead as he lay sleeping when I was leaving for work and then an obligatory kiss on the cheek when I came home after 16 hours of work. Thursday was a day like all the recent days - I left early, got home late and crashed almost instantly. He must have felt sorry for me because he didn't even try to talk to me. He just tucked me in and retreated to the living room.

So much for feeling sorry for me, later that night, as I lay sleeping on my back, I felt a finger in my pussy and then two and then three. "Uuuuhhhmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as I pushed my ass back towards the source of my pleasure. He turned me over on my back and squeezed my left nipple while he sucked the right. What I really wanted was for him to eat my pussy - it had been a long time since that happened. I didn't have the energy to be demanding so I went with the flow. After a few more minutes of milking me, he flipped me over and shoved his dick into my pussy. His hard dick sliding in and out of my wet pussy felt so good. I was creaming all over his dick. "Want me to get the anal ease baby?" Now normally I would have said "hell yes" and would have been begging for it but the energy level wasn't there and my pussy felt so good and didn't want to let go of the jewels. As punishment for not complying, he beat my pussy; I felt his dick pound my cervix over and over. "It feels SOOOOOOOOOO good baby," I whispered fiercely. It was the middle of the night and I did not want to wake the neighbors. "WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?" he asked, each word corrospending to a deep stroke. My response was so garbled even I couldn't make it out. He fucked me harder and harder and asked where I wanted it. "In my pussy baby," I shouted.

A few minutes later he obliged and we both collapsed.

Have you ever been too tired to properly enjoy a good fuck?