A Birthday And Cake

Thank a friend, ExPrincess, for the title. She recently let me in on the euphemisms of her soon to be nixed marriage. Chocolate is masturbation [a replacement for sex], birthday cake is oral sex, and cake is sex. I figured A Birthday And Cake was a better title than Having My Cake And Eating It Too, which could equally apply. Pardon the bad puns, now on to the meat of the post.

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Yesterday was my birthday and it started off wonderfully with a short bit of oral just after waking up. It wasn’t too involved, as She had to go to work. The day passed without much incident, though She had to work late so dinner was sans Her. When She did get home Her mood wasn’t the greatest, so i assumed that the night would end with some cuddling then sleep.

When Wwe went to bed She was naked [rare lately so very enjoyable] and very affectionate. It started with Uus side by side, then me on top, then Her on top. At that point i wanted to feel those affections against my back, so i asked and was allowed to roll over. Her naked body against my back, shifting as She touched, as She kissed. That alone would have been a great ending to the birthday.

Then She began grinding and riding down on my back and hips.  Gripping the bed, it was all I could do to keep them turned up to give Her a nice firm spot to grind until She came. Twice i think. During which She fucked my mouth with Her fingers, pinned my hands to the bed, treated me like a slut and a whore.

When She decided She was finished with that She turned on a light then began playing with my ass. Kissing. Biting. Then something i would have never asked Her for but sent shivers everywhere that i can still feel. Her tongue rimming the hole, making me quiver like i can’t remember.

Then She slid something inside. At first i thought it was a plug since it felt a bit pointy, but then She told me it was Her finger. One small detail and it sent me to a completely new level. Having a piece of Her inside me, sliding in and out. Fucking. Then gods, Her talking about how hard Her little clit was from riding me. By then i was too worked up to do more than nod when She asked if i enjoyed it, but She did elicit a moan mentioning She wished Her little clit was a cock so She could fuck me proper with it. So She could fill my ass with cum. Now Wwe kinda want a squirting dildo but Wwe’ll see.

At that point it was starting to hurt so Wwe got lube and continued, this time Her seated comfortably on the bed with me on my knees and my shoulders to the bed. Nice and close to Her, She was able to keep fingering my hole while She reached around and stroked a cock that’s been hard since the first few kisses. At one point i went up onto just my knees, arching back and gripping Her thighs as She tormented me more by starting to nuzzle and kiss my back. Not long after that I finally had to pull away, having gotten enough play as i could take back there for the night.

She cleaned up then and the lights went off as She drew me in close and let me nurse a bit, which was quite calming at first but, as She began enjoying it, i began sucking harder and soon i was between her legs, sucking like a hungry little boy, while She whispered how She wished She could still feed me and playing with Herself. Before long i was pushing inside of Her, fucking and feeding off Mommy, pleasing Her like a good boy should. As some point though She pushed me away, only to have me go lower so i could continue pleasing Her with my mouth. i was happy to bring Her to a couple more climaxes with my tongue and mouth before She reached for the Hitachi to finish the night off.

After all that Wwe went to bed, Her naked body pressed against my back and me falling asleep quicker than i can rightly remember doing anytime recently. A side note, writing this blog post is a torturous task given to me by Mommy. Through the first half, i managed well enough but took a shower to calm me and then put on the equivalent of 3 cock rings [a trimmed Gates of Hell i can wear comfortably during the whole day] so now it’s achingly hard and sensitive, but i’m not allowed to get off until tonight with Mommy. This isn’t a complaint by any means, as i suggested it knowing it would be torture and, knowing I would be worked up so much when Mommy got home, i would be extremely eager to please Her.

In closing, last night cemented the fact that i’m more sub to Her than ever before. Beyond that, i’ll go into in another post. For now, just picture me glowing and blissed out without even getting to climax last night.

What You’ve Missed

Where to start? Oour sex life is changing but improving. Wwe’ve had many rough spots but moved past them. Wwe’ve moved houses yet again and love the new place despite the power bill tripling. Now in reverse order.

Wwe moved from the 2/2 town home in the nice suburb to a 4/2 brick exterior house on the other side of town. It’s old military housing on college campus but Wwe love it. Plenty of room, no carpets to clean, single floor, gas stove, and i can work on the car without issue since it’s a tech college. They kind of expect it. The only down side is since it is quite old [70s Wwe think] the insulation isn’t the greatest so Oour electric bill to cool off during summer was triple what it was at the town home. But that is far from enough to take away a star if this were an online review. Another financial plus that wasn’t mention above was that Wwe paid off the car. Well Wwe took a loan out to pay it off but the loan is all of $12 a month over 5 years. One major debt handled, now to knock out a few smaller ones.

As for the issues let’s just say this. They happened. Wwe talked more than Wwe used to. They were handled. Wwe moved on.

Now for what you really want to hear about you perverts. Sex life. It’s a complex, quicksilver in your hands sort of issue. Wwe’ve been experimenting and exploring a lot. There’s been some light CBT, some pain, anal play for both of Uus and a changing of the guard as it were.

She is in control when Wwe are in the bedroom, as it were. Happily, i’m sub to Her in all things sexual after spending so long in some weird gray area i couldn’t process [which caused most of the issues from above]. Can i still get rough? Can i still treat Her like the little whore i used to? Sure, but only when She wants it. It’s a pretty significant change for Uus, one Wwe’re still working out. The cues are the hard part to figure out since Wwe both seem to have trouble just coming out with what Wwe want, but Wwe’re working on that. This past weekend and yesterday have shown it can be a pretty sound system if Wwe work at it.

Anal play for me has mostly been solo and intermittent. Wwe got Her a harness but when She tried using it before it wasn’t comfortable on Her, so Wwe’re looking for another. Recently She is getting more hands on and nothing I can do on my own even compares to feeling Her anywhere near there. In that department, my chief complaints are not really having any toys fit for prolonged use and i’d love to be told by Her when and what to use while She’s at work occasionally. As for Her, it’s mostly been my tongue or my fingers pushing into Her but Wwe discovered that the She is much like me and prefers the smooth dildos that came with the harness to the set of plugs Wwe got that feel pointy going in.

Pain. Well pain is a favorite of mine personally. The receiving end of it is my usual place and i have no qualm with that. The feel of nails digging in, drawing blood. A hard smack of the hand, paddle or kiss from the flogger. Teeth sinking into skin. Hair pulled harsh and abusively. The first and the last i can take all day every day. It’s my threshold for the others that disappoints me lately. Biting tends to cross that line from pleasure into pain [and not the good kind] easily. The sharp pinch seems to distract me, make me lose my rhythm, and make it hard to catch back up. The smacks and flogger haven’t really been pushed anywhere to a limit like part of me wants, just to see how far i can actually go. When they are used though i tend to go straight into ‘toy to be abused and used’ sub mode.

As for the CBT, its on the mild side but its a start considering i already lack a bit of sensitivity down there. Some light flogging and smacks mainly but not long ago Wwe used clothespins. It was Oour first real time using them too. Complete with a string running through them that She gave a yank to so all 6 came off at once. Like I said, mild compared to some of the stuff i enjoy watching but a start.

Well that’s all for now, but damn if that’s not a lot when paired with the post written today.

I Thought I’d Share

I know. I’m bad. Not blogging and all. But any of you still reading get treated to a bit of raunchy details.

Let me just start by saying our sex life is much improved now that Wwe’ve moved and gotten mostly settled. The best parts are usually still confined to the weekends but Wwe don’t go the entire week without anymore. The past couple weeks alone have seen the use of clothespins, the paddle, anal toys, and a good bit of the Hitachi [We learned how to make her squirt]. But last night was a bit different than those.

Last night was an enjoyable night of drinking for both of us. Rum is such a wonderful thing when its on hand [Sailor Jerry, go get some trust me]. Once the trio went down it was spent mostly separate. Me in the office checking mail and chatting, her in the living room doing the same. When it finally came time to head back to our room I was ambushed by a ravished creature, biting and clawing at My neck and shoulders with abandon. Then she fled from My office into the bedroom with Me soon following.

The doors shut, she was already naked and waiting, lying on the bed but still obviously on the prowl. When I joined her the lights went out and I soon found Myself under that hunger driven body and under the assault of teeth and nails again. Warm flesh pressed and ground against Me as I explored with My hands, gripping, groping at her curves. Finally she had worked Uus both up enough that all she could beg for was Daddy.

Not her nice sweet protector. No, she wanted her choking, cunt fucker.

At first she rode, grinding down to whatever nonverbal commands she was given. Hands around her throat, forced to cum as she struggled to breath. Even feeling the soft caress of her full breasts only moments before stinging smacks from an open hand. When I tired of her cunt for the moment, and by then it ached enough I would need lube to fuck it more, she was forced lower. That’s where she showed just how hungry she was as she sucked her sweet juices off My cock before a harsh grip in her hair forced her face down and held her there. I could feel My head pressing against her soft palate before another hard press began forcing Me down her throat when she began to gag and cough slightly. Then she was freed then and given a hard hungry kiss of My own for her good work.

I took her nipples in My mouth, sucking and toying with them as she reached between us and played with herself. From there she was soon on her back again, Hitachi in hand and Me still toying with her breasts. Since she was a good girl letting Daddy fuck her hard and play with her so roughly she got a brief break from use to please herself. Though it wasn’t without My hand around her throat several times. After all, she is quite fond of it and can go nearly to the point where she would be little more than a rag doll for a few moments while she regains consciousness.

The reprieve was short lived though as I climbed between her legs and began using her again. With her legs held close to her body and Me grinding and pressing in deep there were a couple times Wwe felt a bit of added pressure we think was Me hitting her cervix. How enjoyable it would have been to fill My little girl’s womb directly! Given that Wwe just recently began getting Oour [not so] normal sex life back I resisted the urge. Wwe’re done when it comes to those matters.

After extracting Myself from her I gave her the chance to use her favorite toy one last time, but at that point she was too exhausted for more so promptly curled in close and pressed herself against Daddy for a bit of comfort after being used so hard. And so ends last night, and this little story. Enjoy.

rosebud

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart. – Charles Dickens, “Master Humphrey’s Clock”
i used to think that this was true of me but it seems that my head has been holding back more than i realized.  when i get stressed or anxious about something, i shut down and shut people out.  before i met Daddy, this wasn’t a problem because it was just me and my cat and he didn’t care if i went quiet or cried for days on end.  but, now He’s in the equation and it’s hard sometimes for me to keep Him in the loop with my thought processes.  sometimes, it’s because my head is spinning with ideas and thoughts.  other times, it’s because i don’t want to seem like i’m completely batshit crazy. but, i’m trying (hence me blogging so much now) and things will get back to somewhat normal in time.

living in the moment

things have been quiet around here, mostly because there’s not much to report.  things have been pretty busy between home, my job, and the kids.  unfortunately, our sex life took a hit in the process.  things came to a head this morning and words were said.  while they weren’t meant, they stung nonetheless.  we had a moment of peace this afternoon while the kids were asleep to reconnect.  Daddy was fingering me at one point and managed to hit a spot that made me burst out crying.  i think it scared Him because He stopped but, when he hit that spot again, i started crying yet again.  i tried to explain to him that it was more of a cathartic cry than me being upset about something but i’m not sure if He understood.  He did say though that He will just keep going next time, rather than stopping, to see what happens.  sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe that me and Daddy have been together for so long and i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  i guess, after leaving my heart open for so long to other guys and having them ignore me, i expect Daddy to do the same.  i keep waiting for Him to decide that He’s bored with me or He’s tired of dealing with my issues.  yet, He’s still around and we’re still together so i guess i must be doing something right