Out of the clear blue

Me: "Sweetie, does it bother you that I haven't shaved my pussy in a while?"

Husband: "No. I like it when you tickle my nose."

pause

"That way I know you are thinking of me."

My Wife My Wife

I wrote this poem for my wife while I was having a hard time falling asleep the other night. I don't want to take the focus from her posts, but wanted to post this for her. So continue to comment down below and I hope everyone is having a great weekend.

My Wife My Wife
The Love of my life
The one I couldn’t live life without

I wouldn’t know what life is about
The one I trust to be so close
The Love of my life

The one to whom I give all
Whether giving or receiving
The one to whom I submit my soul

My Wife My Wife
The Love of my life
With her I know what heaven is like

Whether the soft touch of her tongue
Or the wonderful feel inside
She is the only one

For whom I cum.

I'm like me

The thing about blogging is that it's not just about what I write at my site. I also enjoy reading what others are blogging about. Often, their chosen subjects inspire me. At Figleaf's real adult sex he wrote about several interlinking topics that have to do with sexual orientation and sex drive. It's a very interesting post and there's a lot of directions I could choose to take my post on his post.

What I'm going to do, however, is talk about a realization I had due to what he wrote. In his post, Figleaf is talking about Joan Sewell's book, "I'd Rather Eat Chocolate: Learning to Love my Low Libido".

This was the first I'd heard of the book and I likely won't ever read it. The part that most caught my eye is when Figleaf said this: "She keeps asserting, over and over, that *all* women have low libidos, that there are no Sex-in-the-City enthusiasts, that women's sexuality is almost entirely a sham to keep their partners around."

Given the nature of my blog, it's absurd for me to talk about just how untrue this is, for me and many other women. I'd rather just gloss over how that way of thinking makes me waffle between feeling pissed and sort of a sad seasickness feeling. Besides, Figleaf did a very good job of describing how this way of thinking is a problem.

My realization in reading this post has to do with my own sexuality. As I was commenting, it suddenly hit me. All this time I have ascribed my own strong sexual urges as being "like a man". That's not quite as dangerous as Sewell's way of thinking, but it is damaging.

When I'm monumentally horny, I'm not like a man, I'm like me. Just because I enjoy checking out a good set of boobies and pointing them out to my husband, I'm not like a man, I'm like me. I enjoy porn occasionally, I masturbate, I think about sex, plan my day around sex, talk about sex and blog about sex. It's me, pure me.

Besides, in nearly all other ways, I'm the very picture of stereotypical femininity. It doesn't make sense that this one part of me would come from some quirky male base in my brain.

Further, from reading other blogs out there, I finally know that I'm not the only woman that feels this way and acts this way. Just because my friends aren't as interested in sex as I am, or perhaps aren't as willing to share their interest in sex as I am, doesn't mean that is the norm for most women, making me a freakish exception to the rule. I hereby officially question the fucking "rule" that says women tend to be cold in bed, don't need sex and don't want or think about sex like men do.

From now on, I refuse to credit the male species for my own saucy sexuality. I take the credit for myself and my own gender. I am part of a very real group of women that love everything about sex. We have high libidos and we're proud of it.

P.S. If you have time, please also read the post directly below this about my attempts to give husband a full-body orgasm. I just posted it last night so it's still fairly new.

Delayed pleasure

More than a year ago, I read something Alex wrote at alexsuze.com that really caught my attention. Unfortunately, I can't find the original post but it had to do with increasing the intensity of his orgasm. (Alex, correct me if I am wrong, but) I believe the gist of it was that he found that stopping his orgasm before cuming, perhaps more than once, resulted in a stronger orgasm in the end.

Since my lover has always been so generous with his time and attention, this is something I decided I wanted to try. I'd also read about this at other sites, including the biker's balls and the teacher's tits. (Again, I'm sorry, it was so long ago I don't have references to specific posts.)

One article I read described the difference as having a regular orgasm compared to a "full body" orgasm. Well, that was certainly something I wanted to do for my husband, if I could.

In my sexblog research, I'd gathered that to do this, before he orgasms I should stop him from cuming, or cut off the flow of sperm out of his penis. In a way, we'd already been doing something like this for quite a while. Often, as I am kneeling on the ground before my man, sucking his cock, he has to stop me to keep from cuming before he is ready. That repeated build up and release does have a positive effect. However, a couple of times, he was unable to hold back entirely, meaning a small amount of sperm escaped. This resulted in lowered intensity of his final orgasm.

Disclaimer: Remember, we're talking about long, drawn out sex sessions here. I typically suck husband's cock in four or five positions, sometimes using one or more of those positions multiple times. Husband also sometimes fucks me in a couple of positions for a while, then takes it out and lets me suck his dick again, slick with my own juices. So it takes a lot of stamina for him to hold off for as long as he does. Still, it's only very rarely that he has cum before we were ready for the grand finale. He's definitely got the stamina!

But back to my story. With the guidance of things I'd read on other's sites, I decided I wanted to take the next step and try wrapping my fingers around his cock and cutting off the flow of semen. But for some reason I didn't get around to it until recently. Perhaps I just forgot in the heat of the moment. But I actually think it had more to do with not being sure what I was doing and fear that I would do it wrong. For one thing, I wasn't sure exactly where I was supposed to apply pressure, or how much pressure.

Finally, a few weeks ago I did it. I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, the position that seems to bring him to the edge most quickly, when he pushed back on my shoulders. It's a non-verbal cue that I need to stop sucking so he can hold back longer.

This time, instead of just waiting until he was ready to start again, I quickly wrapped my thumb and fingers around his cock, directly underneath his cockhead. Husband knew what I was doing right away (he told me later he'd done this to himself before when masturbating) and moved my fingers back just slightly. Then he told me to squeeze harder.

I held my fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing quite firmly for a several seconds until he indicated he was ready again. Then I plunged my mouth down swiftly over his cock and began rapidly bobbing my head. As we repeated this I noticed that the gasping sounds coming out of his mouth tend to be louder and more enthusiastic, comparatively.

Since we've started doing this I've asked him a few questions. Like starting and stopping cock sucking, squeezing his cock does seem to increase the intensity of his orgasms. The thing that makes squeezing better for him is that it helps him hold back better and for longer, he says.

I'm still not convinced that I've been able to give him the fabled "full body" orgasm. Though we do communicate well, husband is the "strong silent type" and prefers not to talk on and on about sex after we've had it - less talk, more action, in other words. :-) But, from the sounds coming from his mouth I think it's safe to say I'm on the right track. And I intend to keep experimenting for sure.

If you haven't tried this I encourage you to go for it. It's really not as hard to do as I had built it up to be in my mind. It is a learning process. Since I'm not inside husband's body, he has had to help me adjust my grip, as in location and firmness, several times. Without that communication, which is usually done non-verbally on his part, I wouldn't know what to do. But it is so worth giving it a try.

On that note, I'd love to hear your side of the story. Have any of your tried this before or plan to try this? Tell me in the comments, or, if you are a lurker, you can email me your experience with this or any tips you have to dirtyfilthyprincess (at) gmail.com.

Busy dizzy

I have things to write about, just not enough time in the day. I just wanted to post quick to let everyone know I'm still out here, no more planned breaks, LOL.

Today husband had a day off. We slept in, spent some more time on the bed (wink, wink) and then had a date afternoon in a nearby city. So what kind of wild night does the dirty filthy princess enjoy? Well, husband knows the sure fire recipe for a successful date.

First, he took me grocery shopping. For some reason, grocery shopping makes me happy and relaxes me. Maybe it's just as simple as I love to cook and having a well stocked pantry makes cooking that much easier and fun. And I especially love it when he comes with, cause I know he hates it and it tells me how much he loves me.

Then we went out to eat at a Chinese buffet. Mmmmmmm, peanut butter chicken. I must make that at home again sometime soon.

After that we went to a movie with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. "Ghost Rider" isn't really my kind of movie, but I have to admit that Nicolas Cage is, ahem, a great actor. Plus, I tend to like checking out the chicks just as much or more and Eva Mendes displays some really nice boobage in nearly every single outfit she wears in this movie. I'm sorry, was I staring at your chest?

Kind of a vanilla night, but that's about as wild as it gets. We save our antics for the bedroom.

Also, I wanted to thank you all for stopping by. I appreciate all your comments. It's fun hear from people I got to know before my break and I'm really enjoying getting to know all the new "faces" in blogworld as well. Later!

Letter to my lover

I love you because

you make me laugh

even when I’m crabby and I’d rather not

when I’m crying and I desperately need it

I love you because

you come up behind me when I’m cooking to

grab my ass

mock butt hump me

or give me a full contact body hug

I love you because

you love me, always

even when I’m crabby

or smelly

or unemployed

or messy

I love you because

you ignore morning breath and kiss me anyway

(because I ask you to)

I love you because

you fuck me on your brother’s bed, on a deserted gravel road, outside under the stars, in the shower, on our bed, anywhere I ask you to

you make me wet

you turn me inside out

you make me sweat, scream, moan, sigh

I love you because

you are my biggest fan

your devotion touches me; motivates me; makes me better than I am;

I love you because

I was born to love you. I don’t know how not to love you. I don't want anything else but to love you.

Getting freaky with shaving cream

I had an interesting conversation with my mother on the phone tonight. About SEX.

I can't tell if I'm pleased that - while sex is nearly off limits as a topic with my friends - apparently I can at least joke about it comfortably with my mother. Or, am I traumatized for life by a haunting mental image of my mother and father naked on the bathroom floor?

The conversation took a sharp left turn from normal when mom was suddenly interrupted by unwelcome advances from the family cat. "Mmfft," she said. "I thought face plants were for people, not cats. Snookers* is trying to lay on my face."**

It took a second, but as it sunk in that she was alluding to oral sex, I began to laugh.

"He's too furry," she said, laughing too.

"So, what you are saying is," I said between fits of laughter, "you prefer shaved."

"Yes," my mother said.

Then she paused dramatically. "Because doing the shaving is half the fun."

* Names were changed to protect the innocent.

** The Humane Society certifies that no animals were molested in any way during this incident.

Silky smooth

I want to write a post about my lover's cock but I'm having trouble beginning. There are so many things I could talk about!

I could spend hours on how much it turns me on to see and feel it hardening for me. I might write thousands of words about how it makes me feel when he first plunges it inside me - the way I gasp at that first stroke. It's conceivable that I could spend days writing about how much I love the way his cock makes me feel as he fucks my brains out.

Those are topics I have covered in this blog and I intend to spend more time expanding on those subjects. But for today, my topic is how his cock feels when I touch it to my lips, tongue and face.

It's no secret that I am - simply and accurately put - husband's cockwhore. I can't imagine our sex life without a healthy dose of cock sucking. I love the way he responds to it, yes, but I am not just doing it for him. It literally makes me wet to take him in my mouth.

One of the things I like best about husband's cock is the feel of his skin. Sometimes, as I am sucking his cock I just can't help myself. I love to lick and kiss his shaft and cockhead just for the sheer pleasure of it. I run the roundness of his cockhead over my lips and face, sliding it through the slick wetness of mingled saliva and precum on him and on my face. I kiss along the length of his shaft, sometimes gently nibbling.

Other times I start at the base of his balls. I stroke my tongue up, up, up, on the rough and varied surfaces of him, which change depending on what stage of arousal he is in. Then I move upward to the base of his shaft and slide my wet tongue firmly to his cockhead, plunging my mouth over and around his waiting cock.

I know he enjoys these things. A variety of strokes, pressures and techniques is good business practice for a cockslut like me. While it would probably get him off eventually, it wouldn't be as much fun for either of us if I simply bobbed my head up and down like a happy drinking bird on speed.

Still, that is the motion that husband enjoys the most. Energetic head bobbing makes for good cock sucking.

That's how I know - and he knows - that I'm not just a good actor. I have those moments when, regardless of what it's doing for him, I just have to stop and wallow in the glory of his cock. I feel compelled to run his smooth skin over my face. I'm driven to nibble and kiss and lightly lick to satisfy my own needs.

It's obsession. It's devotion. It's love.

Caught off guard

One of the best things about sex is that you never know what you are going to get.

Sometimes it's just good. It's always nice to be naked and close to the one I love. Other times it's so amazing, I wonder if my eyes will stay permanently rolled back inside my head.

This afternoon, husband and I had the second kind of sex. Halley's Comet sex compared to a fourth of July sparkler sex.

After reading over my post about sex toys, husband and I spent some time browsing the photo galleries at Stockroom.com (Thanks AAG!) There's some really good photography at the site with some really luscious looking models.

When husband had scrolled through what the site had to offer, I had a suggestion.

"Honey," I said. "Let's ..."

"That's just what I was thinking," he said.

So, we headed back to the bedroom. Husband quickly undressed and come over to my side of the bed to help me out of my clothes. That was where it really got interesting.

I'm sure every couple has a pattern that they tend to fall back on. An order of how things usually go. But this time, husband surprised me a bit. It was the same dance, but he mixed up the steps a little bit.

Standing at the end of the bed, husband kissed me deeply, searchingly. His fingers twisted and pulled at my nipples lightly. I moaned and arched my back with pleasure as he parted my legs, finding my sweet spot with his fingers and my stiff nipples with his lips, teeth and tongue. Then, just as I was starting to long to take him in my mouth, husband gently pushed me to my knees - giving me exactly what I had been wishing for.

After a while, husband laid back into his typical spot on the bed. I crawled up his body, stopping for a moment to lick up his balls and take him into my mouth from my position in between his knees.

Then I moved further upward toward his head, planning on sucking his cock while he stimulated my clit. Again, he changed things up slightly by asking me to straddle his lap instead. As I rubbed my wet pussy along his hard cock and he used his fingers on me, it didn't take long for him to coax out my first orgasm.

After that, I did move into the position I had been thinking of earlier. With husband still laying on his back, I put my feet up beside his head and leaned my chest on his stomach. From that position I can suck his cock and play with his balls while he buries his fingers in between my spread legs.

The feelings washing over me were absolutely delicious. As I got more and more turned on, I pulled husband's cock further and further inside my mouth. Still, as good as it felt, I could feel there was a big orgasm just out of reach. So I asked husband to switch to the position that rarely fails me. I leaned my head back over the side of the bed and husband, standing at the edge of the bed, pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, he leans over my body and continues to stimulate my clit.

I could feel a change in intensity immediately. My pleasure increased until my whole body was rocking, moving my lips wrapped around his cock and my clit against his fingers. Soon after, an explosive orgasm shook my body.

That powerful orgasm was followed by several others, each as different as each sex session is different. At the end, husband and I climaxed together, the sounds of our pleasure mingling along with our juices and the sweat off our bodies.

I don't know why some days we win the sexual jackpot and other days it's just a buy one get one free coupon. And that's OK. I like the mystery of it all. Never knowing when my lover and I are going to be struck by lightning makes me more eager to jump back in bed. Either way, we both come out winners.

pass the cinnamon, please

Well, we're back. We had a wonderful trip. In fact, we decided to celebrate Valentines Day while we were there, since husband will be working on the actual holiday. Besides some wet 'n wild sex at the motel we went out to eat at our favorite Italian restaurant.

Other than that, husband and I aren't buying each other Valentines Day gifts this year. It just doesn't fit the budget right now. But that won't make this V-Day any less special to me.

But it doesn't cost anything to look! In reading in the archives of Always Aroused Girl 's blog I found a link to Stockroom.com, which has some really fun stuff.

While browsing the fetish section I realized something. Husband and I have extremely vanilla sex. We don't have any kinks or fetishes. While we enjoy a few toys or props (like lingerie, edible lube, vibrators and baby oil) the majority of the time all we need is privacy and each other.

Perhaps the use of the word ""extremely" vanilla sex is an exaggeration. We're certainly not prudes, by any means. Maybe our sex life could be described as vanilla with a little dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

But if you compare, say, my oral fixation with someone that enjoys pony play ... it makes me look like a pastor's wife in her church hat and matching heels. Before tonight, I'd never heard of, or had any concept of, things like medical play (and, no, not a nurse's outfit!) or electrical play. I'm certainly not judgmental - I believe consenting adults should be free to explore their sexuality as long as nobody is getting seriously hurt emotionally or physically.

So, I take that back. The part about husband and I having a "vanilla with a little dash of cinnamon and nutmeg" sex life. We don't need to label ourselves. Our sex life is Hot!Hot!HOT! because it works for both of us. And, I don't doubt that we'll continue to experiment and grow sexually as our marriage ages. You know, like leftovers that taste better the next day with a little cheese and extra sour cream. (You thought I was going to say like a fine wine, didn't you.)

I'm open to trying new things and I know husband is too. But there are some things that we just aren't interested in - not even a little. For example, if husband ever came home with one of these I think I may run screaming from the bedroom. LOL.

And now, I must link a few of my favorites from this site. Sorry for all the links, but I just had to share.

The clone-a-willy dildo making kit really cracked me up. This would be perfect for wives whose husbands travel a lot. Why not cuddle up with a true replica of their favorite penis when he's away? There's also a clone a pussy, but it's not for "insertion" and doesn't vibrate, so therefore not as much fun. If I want to look at a pussy, I'll look at a real pussy, thanks.

The peacock feather butt plug is pretty cool too. I've never gotten into butt plugs, but this one is so pretty! And, you could really sex up your dusting chores.

The monkey rocker fucking machine is environmentally friendly! I've seen the motorized version of this. Mostly I just included it 'cause I love the name!

With that, I'll wish you all a Happy Valentines Day and good night! May you all get the sex and fun sex toys you desire this V-Day.

Thanks be to diarrhea

So, have I got your attention yet?

Please don’t misunderstand me. This isn’t a post about a kink or fetish I have. ;-) Actually, my husband was going to head out today for some out of town job training. He and a colleague were going to share a motel room. (no cuddling allowed!)

But, then his co-worker got sick. Really sick. The kind where he needs to be near his toilet. Or any toilet. While I do feel bad for him, it is good for me.

Since the motel room is already reserved for two people I get to go in his coworker’s place. Two nights of motel sex here we come!!!

I’ve written about the wonders of motel sex on this blog before. For many reasons, it just seems to be wilder, hotter and more vivid. So I have no doubt I’ll have some good material to write about when I return.

On the other hand, sex at home is far from boring. Just last night husband rocked my boat with some amazing oral sex. So, I know we don’t need a motel to jazz things up. Still, I don’t intend to let this opportunity pass by.

So, “talk” to you all later. I’m off to fuck like a bunny.

True intimacy

“The most intimate experience a woman can share with a man.”

In packing (again) I recently came across the oral sex guide I’d purchased several years ago when blowjobs were still new to me. “The Ultimate Oral Sex Pocket Guide for Her" came with a little trial sized packet of edible mint lube and gave me a few good ideas when I was first starting out. I flipped through it briefly for old times sake, remembering how I’d purchased it for him as part of his Valentines Day present. Then I noticed what it said on the back cover.

“From the tantalizing “Teaser” to the “Lollipop Delight”, you and your partner will enjoy intense new pleasure that you never thought possible. Let us show you how to become a master of the most intimate experience that a woman can share with a man.”

“The most intimate experience,” I thought to myself. “I love giving blowjobs, but I’m not sure it’s the most intimate experience I’ve ever shared with husband. Sex is made up of so many ultimate moments, how could you single out one thing as the most intimate?”

Then a few days later husband asked for a blowjob. It was my time of the month, so I took the opportunity to just focus solely on him. I admit, it has been quite a while since I’ve done that. Usually, husband brings me to orgasm as I suck his cock – period or not. But on this night, it was all about him.

As I pleasured husband, my mona grew wetter. I relished each sound he made, with the happy tingly feeling between my own legs increasing each moment. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t going to orgasm myself that night. It just felt good to be close to husband, to bring him bliss as he has brought me bliss so generously.

The more turned on I got the deeper I wanted to bring him inside my mouth. So we switched to our sides, with my head pillowed on his thigh, my feet up by his head. I’ve found that in this position, if I am really turned on, I can swallow most of his length without discomfort.

Husband wrapped his arm around my back, pulling my body closer to him. I arched my back, enjoying the feeling the bare skin of our chests touching as I sucked and licked his cock. When I was ready, I took him deeper inside my mouth, gripping his bare ass, asking him to fuck my mouth.

As we lay there, skin to skin, husband’s swollen cock moving in and out of my mouth, I came to a realization. This was true intimacy and trust. While I obviously enjoy receiving pleasure, I also love giving it. There is something about giving to your partner, neither asking or expecting anything in return. Perhaps it is the most intimate experience you can share.

Help me out here, folks

How about this, for proving that I truly am husband’s total cock slut?

The newest aspect of our sex life has me a bit puzzled. It’s certainly wonderful, but I I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around it. Describing it here, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make myself clear in a believable way.

That a big enough build up for you? You ready to hear what it is that has recently made me feel a little like a serendipitous freak of nature? Here goes: The last few times husband and I had sex, I’ve had a couple orgasms while kneeling on the floor in front of him, sucking his cock. A no-contact orgasm. Look ma, no hands!

This isn’t a typical clitoral or vaginal orgasm but it definitely falls in the category of fireworks. The best I can describe it is as a hot, full body tingling orgasm. It’s definitely not as strong as my typical orgasm, but it gets my motor reved up for sure. In a way, it’s the polar opposite of my previously described ice cream orgasm.

There are a few details necessarily to set the stage for a no-contact orgasm to happen. First, husband has just finished using his fingers to make me cum. Then, we switch to one of our (many!) favorite positions. Me kneeling on the floor in front of him, concentrating on his cock.

As I’m sucking away, I start to feel hot and tingly all through my body. As it’s growing in strength, I’m going crazy, sucking deeper, stronger faster. It causes the same out of control cock-slut behavior as happens when husband is stimulating me with fingers or tongue while I’m using my mouth on him. I’m making muffled moaning and squeaking noises around his cock in between my lips.

The first time this almost happened husband was clued in by those typical orgasm signals. I was so surprised by what was happening I stopped what I was doing to laughingly comment.

“I darn near came and you’re not even touching me!”

“I know,” he said. “Keep going.”

But I was so baffled and distracted a real no-contact orgasm never quite happened that night – leaving me to wonder if I’d imagined it all. A week or so later, it happened again. In fact, it happened a couple of times in a row. I’d stop, gasping for breath, still as surprised and slightly confused as before. Husband, more practical and less easily distracted, would direct my head back to the business at hand – prompting another no-contact, full-body hot, tingly orgasm.

Now that it’s happened a handful of times I’m able to confidently say it’s real – not a figment of my imagination. Maybe this isn’t any great groundbreaking discovery. Maybe thousands of women are out there, right now, as I type this, cumming while they suck cock. But it’s certainly nothing I’ve ever heard anyone talk about and it’s nothing I ever could have guessed might happen.

I guess what it boils down to is: For us, it certainly is a great, groundbreaking discovery. I love that even after more than three years of sex husband and I can still discover these wonderful little secrets. And the experimenting process is still such fun!

In exploring the mystery of it in my own mind, here’s what I have come up with so far. First, having just cum it doesn’t take as much to tip me back toward ecstasy. Secondly, it’s an orgasm prompted by the mind, not direct touch. We already know that sucking husband’s cock turns me on, gets my juices flowing. So, put the two together, the fact that my pussy is still quivering with a recent orgasm and my brain is working in high horny gear and it just adds up to more fireworks.

So, how about it? Any women out there able to confirm that the no-contact orgasm isn’t the stuff of a creative mind or an urban legend? Or, any men that can tell a story about this happening to any woman they’d kindly lent their lollypop cock to? I’d love to hear some confirmation on this.