Wet on the Washer [KOTW, MM159]

I told him about my sex bucket list. I wasn’t expecting him to remember or be focused on helping me cross some items off my list.

He told me that he had some plans for me the next time I came over and he wasn’t lying. I’m not one to be tied up, restrained or confined. I have severe lack of trust issues stemming from childhood. When he informed me that I was to be tied up I began to experience shortness of breath yet at the same time I felt excitement.

Down to the basement we went where he had the green neon rope set up and his brothers old whirlpool washing machine had pillows and a blanket on top of it. He had a backpack full of my favorite toys. “Get undressed and lean over the washing machine.” He said.

“WHAT? You know how I feel about being tied up.”

Making a circling motion with his finger “get undressed, turn around and lean over the washing machine.”

I felt the rope against one ankle and then the other. My body leaning against the machine, he takes my hands & wrapped the rope around my wrists and tosses the rope over the beam in the ceiling. Pulling everything tightly. “OMG, OUCH!” He giggles, “stop wiggling around so much and it wont hurt as much.” He reaches into the bag for something, oh what now?! I thought to myself. “Look forward.” He demanded. “OPEN YOUR MOUTH,” he commanded. So I did, that’s when I seen & felt the ball gag in my mouth. Once it was secured in place he sat down on some towels on the floor.  He lays out more towels. I can see just over my shoulder and underneath my arm that he is like a surgeon laying out my favorite sex toys that he plans on uses on me.squirting, latina sexblogger, whirlpool, BDSM

“Relax. You want this and you know it.” He says in a stern voice.

I let out a whimper.

There’s silence.

I don’t feel anything.

What’s going on back there?! My lips & mouth are dry, I feel like I can’t breathe. Then I feel his tongue against my slit. His hands spread my cheeks apart and he goes in deeper. I let out a loud gasp that turns into a deep sigh. His tongue speaks to me like no other man has ever done before. He licks & sucks every part of me. While his tongue is talking to my clit, I feel his finger gliding through my lips and push into my pussy. My body is pushing into the whirlpool, the metal is cold against my skin. He takes out his finger, now two go in. He’s finger fucking me fast & hard. I can’t make any loud sounds, I just wanna scream.

Now his tongue slides across my juices, I hear a slight hum sound. That sound you make when you taste something delicious. His hands grab my ass cheeks as he pulls them apart, his tongue slides into my ass. His tongue dives deeper into my tight hole, his fingers enter my pussy once more. I can feel my hands pulling at the rope, my legs become weak as I feel the first wave of uncontrollable spasms. He stands up & unties me, “hop on the washer.”

I’m afraid to do it. He scolds me “SIT ON TOP! NOW!” I did as I was told. He tied my wrists up again, leaving some slack so that I can remove the rope if I want to. He propped a pillow behind me, so I leaned back.

He allows me to catch my breath. “Here’s a drink of water and then it’s round two.” He says softly. He picks up one of my clit vibrators, turning it on he presses it against my clit. He picked up my favorite dildo, he slowing pushing the bulbous head of the dildo into my aching pussy. He wasn’t slow for long, he picked up speed. Faster & faster he pushed the dildo in & out of my pussy. I felt different, as if my body and my mind weren’t connected. I could hear myself moaning from underneath the ball gag. I hear the wetness of my pussy as he continues fucking me with the dildo. OH MY GOD! Nooooo! I’m trying to talk but I can’t. I wanna tell him to stop, but I can’t. I can hear my scream in my head, my body started to shake, my legs widen and then it happened. I felt a release so intense, so exhausting and so satisfying. He stood back, I sat up. He had this grin on his face and he pointed to his arm. There seemed to be droplets on his skin, reflecting in the light I could see his arm was wet. He pointed to his leg, that was wet too. He said “you made a small puddle on the floor.” I hopped off the washer and almost fell to the floor because my legs were so wobbly & unsteady.  He pointed out that the blanket that I had sat on had a huge wet spot. I had gotten wet on the washer, really wet. “Babe there was a few times I wanted to stop and stick my cock inside you, watching you got me rock hard.”

I have squirted a second time with Mr. Sam. It was even more intense than this orgasm. I may have to share that story next time.

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That is the first time I had squirted with him. We had discussed it before this happened. He had mentioned how wet his bed was the past few times he had fingered me and massaged my pussy with his tongue. I told him that “Charlie” had been obsessed with getting me to squirt. Charlie’s X was really the one who got me to squirt, well the both of them did. She kept telling me to relax, not to be afraid and if I did pee on their bed I wouldn’t be the first one to do that. She made me feel comfortable about it and about my body. Charlie & her had explained and shared what they knew, what they read and then it was down to doing it. I only did it once with them. I became too anxious about everything else that was going on between them.

After I squirted for the very first time, I would try to get myself to squirt when I masturbated, couldn’t do it. Until I received the Bullseye dildo to review and while testing it out I squirted. The Bullseye can do make me squirt every time I use it. The majority of the time I don’t squirt, so far Mr. Sam is the only one who has gotten me to squirt more than once and now it’s his goal when time allows.

Some Words from Mr. Sam about Squirting…

Yes it’s a turn on. To get a partner to that point were nothing else matters but that feeling. At that moment, the total loss of control of their body’s orgasms. And them letting go and just living for the feeling…for those moments in time.

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I Felt his Fingers slide in Deeper

We arrived back at his place. I stood there looking around, he turns around walking towards me. Standing face to face, he looks me in the eye and I feel his fingertips against my inner thighs. I stand there motionless as his fingers move slowly underneath my shorts, tugging them to the side his fingers find their way inside my panties.fingering, kink of the week

I held onto his shoulders as he leaned into to kiss me. He kisses me deeply as his fingers spread my lips apart, searching for my clit.

I let out a gasp.

He’s eyes intensely focus on my reactions. I grab on tightly to his shoulders as he pushes a finger inside of me. I moan. It feels so good. I normally want a hard cock after a while of  being fingering but not with Mr Sam. He has a way about him that I enjoy. He gets pleasure pushing my boundaries. I start to unbutton my shorts.

“Did you bring your camera?”

“Uh huh.”

He removes his fingers, stands back and I walk to my purse to pull out my camera. He smiles. “Now where were we? oh yeah.” I let my short drop to the floor and he pushes my panties down.

He leans me to kiss me. His one hand on the small of my back, his other hand is in between my legs. I wanted to feel his fingers deep inside me so I put one foot on the frame of the bed. I hear him take a deep breath as I feel his fingers moving quickly inside me. My knees get weak, I’m hanging onto him so I don’t fall and I hear the sounds of my juices. “Yeah, there it is.”

fingering, kink of the week, latina sexbloggerMy body is weak. He looks deep into my eyes and smiles then laughs. “And we haven’t even made it to the bed or laid down yet!” I grab his belt buckle and begin to undo it, unzipping his jeans. He moves back and starts to do it himself. I fall onto the bed with great anticipation & expectation of what’s to come (I should really say … of who’s to come… that would be ME!)

I pull off my shirt & bra. “OH! I get to see the girls today. It’s been a week since I’ve seen them.” I laughed. He finishing getting undressed, felling on top of me. I thought oh this sucks its gonna be a quickie and that’s it. We kiss for a while as his fingers caress my body. His hand pushes my legs apart once again as his fingers search for my clit. His fingertips play with my clit gently as he watches my face for the reaction he’s looking for. His fingers slid down to my hole, waiting. He doesn’t push in, he waits. Plays with me but still doesn’t put his fingers inside. What a tease!

He waits and when my body relaxes he thrusts his finger in, one is never enough, right? He pulls out and puts two fingers inside me. OHHHHH! My body is moving uncontrollably with the motion of his fingers going in & out of me. He scoots down until his face is in between my legs. His tongue gently touches my clit, sucking it, flicking it. He has his arm folded against my ass. He’s enjoying sucking my clit and listening to me orgasm over & over. I drifted off into another state of mind not noticing that he had moved his arm. I felt his fingers inside me again. This time I felt his finger pushing on my arse. OH!fingering, kink of the week, latina sexblogger

A first for me, never had fingers near my back door entrance. I felt dirty and I liked it. I felt a finger push a little harder, but my fear made him stop. He continues to fuck my pussy all the while his tongue plays with my clit. I feel his finger pushing against my back door again, this time I relaxed and let him push more. I’m pushing back and forth fucking his fingers that are in my pussy, he’s mouth covering the rest of me. I feel the pressure of his finger, I get scared and grab his wrist to make him stop. He waited, and then continued again. This time I didn’t stop him when I felt his fingers enter me as I pushed against him harder & faster. The twinge of discomfort was overridden by the sounds of my orgasm. OH MY GOD! How I love his fingers!!!

 

Words from Mr. Sam: I like to take my time during foreplay to make sure she is satisfied. I do love to feel her body as she cums, if it’s during sex you miss a lot of it cause your side tracked. When its foreplay all you concentration is on her, her body, her sounds.

 

My Black Leather Bracelet [KOTW]

Cockrings.

My experience with cock rings didn’t happen until I was married the second time around. I was in my late 20’s, early 30’s when my current husband & I were still in our honeymoon phase.

He was the one who would suggest that we take a trip to our local adult toy store. We would shop for anything and everything, for new things to try. One time we had gone in looking for a cock ring, something to keep his cock rock hard. I was wanting to fuck after he came. I wanted him to keep his cock hard for as long as I needed him to be.cockring, leather,

Once he had used a string from an old pair of exercise pants. He used the string around his cock and balls, but I was always too worried about him tying off his penis.

So we were on the lookout for a cockring. I don’t remember when we bought the black leather cockring. It could have been anywhere during our travels. I love that it is leather. I wanna say that we bought it during our vacay at “leather in the woods” weekend. My beloved is no help, he can’t remember either. Let’s say that I’ve had it for a very long time.

We used it when we first bought it, but the snaps would rub against me. No matter where he had the snaps it would cause pain. Not only that he said that the ring was just a bit too tight. Since its leather and really cool looking I now wear it as a bracelet. No one has ever asked me about it, that I can remember. I love wearing it.

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I used to have this glans ring on my key chain. And how I came about owning it seems kind of weird. All I will say is that it was given to me because it didn’t fit the person it was intended for.

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Cock rings have always given me a sense of fear. I always had thoughts in my mind of some sort of medical emergency. Pain. So, I would rather not use them. Bottom line is cock rings just scare me, like a ring that is too tight on a finger.

Both of these cock rings that I own are slightly on the small side. I had to find out if the rings are still too small for the men in my life.

This one seemed to fit one of my men, but he mentioned it was feeling fit when he was starting to become erect. He was becoming excited, I didn’t want to waste his hard on. I took my panties & shorts off, climbed on top of him until he yelled “Off… OFF!” I didn’t want to get off of him, but we don’t want to take any chances. I rode him hard his cock felt so filling inside my hungry pussy.

The black leather cock ring didn’t fit him. He is about 7 inches long when fully erect. I didn’t get a chance to measure his girth. He suggested that we should look into different types of rings since he became immediately aroused by this brief experience.

The glans rings didn’t fit him. His head is much bigger, so I didn’t try to squeeze it on to him. The black leather cock ring used to fit him, however quickly became too snug and that’s when I started wearing it around my wrist. Now if you noticed the black cock ring fits around his cock and snaps on the second snap. I think its safe to assume that his cock is just an inch smaller than my wrist and my wrist is 6 1/2 inches around. What does that mean? Not sure.

But I adore the cocks that belong to both my men. Both of them could go without using cock rings. Although both of them have tried using them at different times during our relationships. I’ve experienced men using homemade cock rings such as string, elastic hair ties never a rubber band, thank heaven. Now that I have a bit more experience with cock rings I would be interested in testing out some on my men.

There you have it, my experiences with cock rings.

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Crawl! Get on all fours and Crawl! [kotw]

The first image that came into my mind when I read the prompt for kink of the week was the scene in one of my favorite movies “9 1/2 Weeks.”

When I watched it back then I felt like there is no way I would ever want to crawl for anyone and the money would make me feel like a prostitute. I wasn’t turned on by that scene at all nor would I get turned on by watching someone crawl to me.

If there was a man in my life who felt submissive more than dominant, I suppose I could see him crawling for me or to me. If I’m on the floor with my partner and he crawls to me, it’s not because it’s a sexual thing it’s because he probably is getting closer to me and crawling would be easier than standing up and walking.

Adding to this that my knees are no longer the knees of a 20 something year old. I’m missing ligaments in one knee and this Thursday I will get the results of my recent MRI test on the other knee, which the doctor seems to think I tore the meniscus. So, I am not thrilled to be on the floor crawling on my hands and knees.

I will say Molly’s prompt photo is very sexy, crawling photos? Yes I think those can be sexy. Still not sexually turned on by looking at them.

Molly asked “…those that actively hate the idea of it. Why do you think is?”

Why do I hate crawling? I don’t. I just don’t get in to crawling.  In my mind it makes me degraded more than I care to feel. I don’t mind a good degrading hardcore fucking but crawling on all fours crosses a line with me. I really don’t have a specific reason. The kink of crawling leaves me cold and indifferent. I don’t see it ever being a part of my sex life.

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Will Work for Heels [KOTW]

High heels. Ever since I can remember my mother as always told me “You have beautiful feet and gorgeous legs, you should try to always wear heels.” I think because my mother was short and had Barney Rubble feet she wanted to live vicariously through me. I did listen to her advice (most of the time).

Then I met my Beloved, who also told me the same thing. In 2008, I hit a low point in my life. My beloved had mentioned me taking some photos of my legs in nylons wearing heels for him to wank to when he was in the mood. I complied. My self-esteem was still low even after all his attention and compliments, he suggested I use one of the photos as my avatar on an old social media site I was on at the time.

So I did.

The attention I received was addicting. I was first approached by a gentleman who I refer to as “Papi” who asked me if I would consider modeling for him in a pair of shoes who would send me. Wait. What? I recieved a pair of Guess Black peep toe sling backs and a pair of two-tone brown Charles David pumps. I took the photos and a video for him. I emailed him the photos that my Beloved had taken. Not quality photos images, of course but its all I had to work with. There was one little thing, the shoes had been masturbated with and had cum inside them.

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Thanks to my 818Shoe Papi for giving me these shoes!

I know, some of you are thinking…GROSS! Not me. Oh, its not my fetish, but I do get off on the attention. I get off on knowing that these men (that I have never met in person) buy shoes with me in mind and masturbate with the shoe and then send them to me.

Oh I did forget to mention “MarkX” who invited me to check out a website he had found. MarkX masturbated while wearing his own pair of high heels and dressed in panties. MarkX is the only one (so far) that I have sent my shoes, panties and leather clothes to. He masturbated with my items, heels included and returned everything back to me. I got off on know he was jerking off to my things. When I joined the site he suggested it snowballed from there. It was a shoe fetish site that had several different categories of shoes, even men in heels, Trannies in heels, trashed heels, you get the idea. There were a few women on the site, but after a while of getting bombarded with emails it was overwhelming and I pretty much let it go.

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I have met several interesting men through that website, most have disappeared. However the high heels they sent to me, most of those still remain. I was thinking about donating some of them. They’re old and worn out and I just don’t have the room in my closet for them anymore. I don’t wear them as much as I did either. That’s due to my broken foot and soon I’ll have to have a surgery to fused the bones in my foot. No more heels after that.

I can’t stop myself when walking into any store that sells shoes to go and look at them. I love looking at them. I don’t need them, not fetish here like that. But I do enjoy watching men looking at my legs and shoes and feet when I’m in public. When I go to the “dive bar” I’ve worn heels during the summer and watching the guys look at me is so very addicting. I think of some of them who may have a heel fetish and will be wanking off later to a snapshot memory of me in heels.

I do have certain styles of shoes that I love more than others. I love wedges, always have. They are the easiest to walk on and most comfortable for me. I did buy a pair of wedges at the end of the season, only $5

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I love shoes with ankle straps. I’m not into peep toe shoes too much, I’ll wear them but if I can get something else I will. I don’t wear very strappy heels, like those that are normally advertised during wedding season or prom. I love platform shoes, mary janes and the traditional pump when needed.

I have taken so many photos with heels that I’ve lost count and sadly my blog is so unorganized that the photos are all over the place. I’ve tried to get a few together to share on this post.

This is Christmas 2016.

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Christmas isn’t all that Festive [KOTW]

Christmas brings a series of mixed emotions for me. As the years pass, I think Christmas has lost its luster for me.

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I do have so wonderful memories of Christmas Past.

Back when I was 13 yrs old I received my first kiss from a 16 yr old. I gave him my heart that night while watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.” It was Christmas eve night. I remember it was something out of a movie, he was gentle and it was romantic. Kissing by the light of the television. He held my chin with his hand, guiding me towards his face. Because we lost contact, Christmas would depress me. I would always flashback to that moment when I fell in love with him. I needed closure. A few years back, I decided to enter his name in Facebook and voila! I found him. We did talk, I got the closure I needed and Christmas wasn’t so emotionally painful for me anymore. day 1 of sassys sexmas

Christmas doesn’t do anything for me when it comes to sex. Although I am on winter break until the second week in January. I tend to drink a lot more, go out to the bar a lot more and yes get into trouble a lot more. My impulsive and risky behavior is in maximum drive. Currently I am involved in a situation that has me afraid and excited. His name is Mr. Sam and I’m not sure what to do with him. I know that because of the Christmas holiday my involvement has escalated to a level that makes me very nervous.

I try to keep my mind occupied with things that won’t trigger any depression or outbursts. I avoid the work Christmas party, I avoid my family Christmas gatherings. My two oldest children do not call or visit to wish me Merry Christmas.

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I guess that’s why I started doing my 12 Days of Sexmas photo challenge. It keeps me busy.

I think Christmas is when people are at their worse, rude and selfish. I believe that Christmas is for the young. Is my bitterness showing? In my household there are no exchange of presents with my hubby. He buys his own and I get money to buy mine. We used to do the gift exchange but it seemed like to much work. I didn’t want to do it anymore. Somewhere I lost my Christmas spirit. Not sure I even want it back.

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I’m almost embarrassed to share this, like I should have some hot & steamy sex story but I got nothing.

 

Navel [KOTW]

Belly Buttons?!

A kink? Really? I learned something new. I never gave it a thought before. There is really nothing about another person’s belly button that turns me on. I know that I prefer innies over outies. Outies really gross me out and make me wanna gag just a little when I see them.

I do admire some belly buttons, how it looks, etc. I enjoy looking at a man’s abdomen including his belly button especially his happy trail if he has one. Am I interested in putting my finger or tongue inside? Certainly not. Unless I’m trying to be irritating or annoying. I couldn’t imagine the taste on the tip of my tongue if I stuck my tongue in someone’s navel. Then my mind would wonder “when was the last time he cleaned this?

I seldom show my navel to anyone. Because the mental scars in addition to the physical one I had to endure with my first brush with death are very much alive and well. I don’t like my belly buttons area at all. I surely do not want anyone poking it or tongue fucking it.

My belly button, IMO is very deep.  I will admit to telling my Beloved about a “fantasy” I’ve had for a while. What’s the fantasy you ask?! I can’t remember if I had seen it somewhere before….but I wanted to put chocolate in my belly button and push my belly together and make it look like …well…you know. WHY??? Because I like grossing out my Beloved. However the thought of having something inside my belly button grosses me out. LOL I’m pretty sure that I will never do it.

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Come Here. I want to Taste You [KOTW]

I have always preferred vampires over any other folklore and movie monster. Halloween is a great time of the year for this topic. I remember watching a TV show about “real-life vampyres.” They belong to a vampyric community. They believe that they have a physical deficiency and need to “feed” on the “life force” of others. They stated that most vampyres do have partners, donors and feed with consent. They live like the rest of us, with the above being the exception. It was an interesting show.

Now, as for the fictional character of Dracula. He seems to be the daddy of all vampires. I’m attracted to the idea of the sensuality, immortality and the ability to control their victim.

If I could choose, I would want to be a sexual vampire, a vampire that feeds on my donor’s life force during sex. Just imagine. Being on top of my male donor, riding him hard & fast all the while I’m feeding, draining his life force to satisfy my hunger. He may or may not reach orgasm…pity if he misses out.i want to taste you

I’m not a fan of blood, if I had to live off of it I’m sure I would learn to like it. I do not like the smell of it nor do I like the taste. The sensation of blood on my skin is tolerable. I could see myself playing in it and writing with it. Just not too keen on the idea of drinking it, but the thought of piercing the skin with my teeth is exciting.

I could also be happy with just being a donor for a vamp, the fictional vampire not the psi vamps that feed off living energy. Kind of being a kept woman. I would want some benefits of course. Something that would make it worth my time of giving a vamp my blood. Sex, paid bills, paid apartment or house, something.

I am attracted to the seduction, the lust. I wanna feel the fangs pierce my skin, gasp my last breath before I wake up for my eternity. I want to then seduce others of my choosing. If you think about it, vampires are vain creatures. Sexy, seductive and forever young, no aging. I may keep some as meals, some to play with, some to torture when the mood strikes. I want to be a child of the night. I would enjoy having my human devotees around to aid me with errands that I can not take care of during the day. I want to walk among those who are neither dead or alive, living the best of both worlds.

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