Kiss me there ...

The last phase of the kissing game was all about my pussy.

"Now kiss me here," I said, indicating my pink folds.

I was wearing a pearl g-string with black lace from the nice people at Yumdrop. He moved down between my legs and moved the pearls slightly.

"Do you want me to take it off?" I asked. I was sure I knew the answer but I asked anyway.

"Why would I want to do that?" he said, just before putting his face between my legs and licking up and down the length of my pussy.

The first contact of his tongue felt so amazing. I gasped, arching my back and rolling my head back on the pillow.

It only got better as he continued to lick. I reveled in every sensation, from his soft tongue to his stubble grinding into me as he pressed his face down hard.

My breathing was coming in gasps. I could feel a large wet spot growing and growing beneath me on the bed.

"Suck," I gasped. "Suck me." And he did.

The whole time I could feel the string of pearls pressed against my skin from my ass all the way to the front. I liked the thought of his tongue, stroking over me, stroking over the pearls.

Soon after that is when I decided I wanted to be fucked. Still playing the game, Chad was happy to follow my every whim. I pulled him up on top of me and we started kissing. His face was slippery with my juices, his tongue covered in my taste, my scent.

As we kissed he began rubbing his erect cock along the length of my pussy. Each pass brought me closer to the edge. After a while his hard cock found my opening and slipped inside.

He stayed on top of me, chest to chest, as he began moving inside of me. Our arms wrapped around each other, tighter and tighter. We clung, floating in a haze of bliss.

Slowly, with carefully controlled movements, he brought me to climax once, twice. Then he paused inside me. Our ragged breath echoed in each others ears.

When he started to move again sucked in my breath sharply. My next orgasm came quick and hard. He continued to move - harder, faster, faster, harder - until we both came at once, loudly making our pleasure known.

WFIW: Virginity topics

Although I do have a couple of request for interview questions (I promise I will get to you soon!) I don't have any completed WFIW questions at this time. So, I thought we could chat a bit about virginity.

This is a topic I have had on my brain for a long time. What, exactly, defines being a virgin? Is it any sexual experience? Oral sex, either giving or receiving? Manual penetration with a finger or another object, such as a sex toy?

Or, is there only one thing that makes someone a virgin? Not having had penetrative sex.

For myself, that is how I have been defining it. Even though I'd done almost "everything but" I didn't consider myself as having lost my virginity until my hymen was damaged due to intercourse. That definition works for women, because it's a distinct boundary. Passing go at that point results in some pain and blood for most women.

But what about for a man? It can still be a good marker for virginity but the line isn't as strong.

I knew of one girl that, for religious reasons, did not want to have sex until her marriage night. However, her finance was not religious. So, her solution was that they had only oral and anal sex. Was she a virgin on her wedding night?

I'd like to know how you feel about it. Give me your definition of a virgin.

My turn for the kissing game

Who says learning can't be fun? Last night Chad and I reversed roles with the game I came up with: Kiss me where I want it. This time it was my turn to hold the power - along with the tubes of edible body paint.

If you missed my previous post on this here's how the game works. One person has edible body paint. He or she applies it to where they want to be kissed and the other person kisses or licks it off.

I started with my lips, of course. I love kissing. It's by far one of my favorite things to do. And I like all kinds of kissing - soft kissing, hard kissing, deep kissing, soft lips-only smooches. The list could go on and on.

The thing I liked about kissing with body paint is that it took some extra licking on Chad's part to get my lips clean. The contact of his tongue on my lips felt really nice.

My next choice was my neck. I've always loved having my neck kissed and nibbled at. Chad knows this and did all my favorite things. First he licked and kissed all the sticky sweet gel off. Then he got a little rougher and nipped and sucked hard enough that I wondered afterward if I would have a mark. I wondered about it after because during I was way too far gone into pleasureland to think about anything.

Post vampire moment the gel was applied to my earlobes. I closed my eyes and moaned as he continued to slather attention on me. Next, I asked for another kiss on my lips.

Finally, it was time for my breasts. And I do mean finally. As we played the game I had to hold myself back from this highly erogenous zone. My brain wanted to take its time but my breasts were screaming for attention.

First, I applied a line of body paint between my breasts. I loved the feeling of having Chad's face so close to my breasts and yet not quite there.

Then, I drew a curlicue circle starting at the edge of my breast and angling slowly inward to the nipple. I shivered and groaned as his tongue traced the path. My hands went to his head as he licked and nibbled at my hard nipples.

When my breasts were satisfied I traced a trail of body paint from between my breasts down to my sides. As he licked me clean I alternated between moans and giggles. My sides have always been very sensitive and I'm a little ticklish but it feels wonderful too.

Last, I asked husband to go to town between my legs. After all the build up I was already soaking wet and the first contact of his tongue to my clit was heavenly.

To be continued ...

Editor's note: I did not apply the body paint to my pussy. It contains sugar, which can cause a vaginal infection.

Dirty little school girl

It's been a while since I have purchased any new lingerie. A long time. Too long.

Thanks to the very agreeable people at Yumdrop, I now have some new things to prance around in. I wore this little number this morning and to very, very satisfactory results.

Husband worked late last night so I let him sleep in as long as I could stand it. Then I showered, shaved, put on my new outfit and crawled under the covers with him.

As he started the leisurely process of waking up he put his hand on the spot where my leg meets my torso. I knew he could feel the lace of the outfit I was wearing and perhaps the line of the red thong I had on under the plaid skirt. He knew something had arrived from Yumdrop but I hadn't showed it to him yet.

After a while I said, "Do you want to see it?"

Of course he did. So I sat up in bed and revealed it in all it's plaid glory.

"Mmmmm. A dirty little school girl," he said. "What might a dirty little school girl like you want to do next?"

"Hmmmm. I'd probably want to get naughty," I told him.

And get naughty we did. It wasn't long before I was straddling him with his fingers buried in my already wet pussy. He pulled the soft cups of my top down and used his other hand to play with my breasts.

It only took a few minutes before I was grinding down hard on his lap and cumming like a house a-fire. Then I switched to another favorite position, sucking his cock with my ass up by his face so he can continue stimulating my clit.

As I lay across his torso, sucking his velvet soft cock, my flustered brain started casting about for a clever way to ask for some rough treatment - in character. I sat up, leaving his cock cold and lonely.

"Mr. Principal," I said, with a pouty look on my face, "I don't know if this is such a good idea."

He looked a little confused and didn't take the bait immediately. I tried again.

"I wonder what my dad would say about this," I said coquettishly. I was aiming for a response along the lines of, "Forget about your daddy. I'm your daddy. Suck my cock now, bitch."

But my husband's sense of humor got the better of me. He pulled me back across his lap, straddling him again, and started to finger my clit. As I started to fall over the pleasure precipice he kept talking about my daddy*.

I laughed. Then I gasped. Next thing I knew I was cumming uncontrollably, one right after another. I moaned and writhed.

"Just so you know," I panted out. "This has nothing to do in any way with thoughts about my daddy."

He didn't say a word. He just lay there beneath me me and laughed with this huge grin on his face. He didn't skip a beat as he continued to flick his fingers around my clit.

Despite the slight backfire in the school girl fantasy play, things continued to go better and better. We kept playing the school girl/principal game but without any more inappropriate daddy talk.

It started out good and ended even better. Orgasms just kept coming and coming. And husband enjoyed himself immensely as well.

I wasn't surprised at all about what happened when it came time to choose a position. Husband pushed me over to the bed, indicating he wanted me on my hands and knees. I eagerly complied and he fucked me to two more amazing orgasms.

Afterward we lay there and laughed about the daddy snafu. Then we talked about the school girl outfit. We both liked it a lot. A lot.

"I'm surprised at how much it did for me," I said. "I thought it was mostly going to be for you but it really intensified things for me too."

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*Editor's note: Just to be clear, my daddy is a wonderful, wonderful man that was nothing but good to me my whole life. I would hate to think that anyone would misunderstand this funny sexual moment as indicating any kind of past abuse in any shape or form. Nuff said.

Masturbation - It's not a betrayal

One of my favorite non-sex Websites is Postsecret. Because, yes, I can occasionally enjoy something besides sex.

Postsecret is a blog that is updated every Sunday. It was started by a man named Frank, who receives many, many postcards with people's secrets on them every day. He picks the cream of the crop, so to speak, and publishes them in his weekly blog or in one of his postsecret books.

Sometimes the secrets are funny. Sometimes they make me cry. Others make me sick to my stomach. And, of course, sometimes the secrets are about sex. Because what better topic is there to fall into the category of a secret?

This week this postcard knocked the breath out of me.




I wish I could get a message to this girl somehow. I wish I could tell her that she doesn't have to feel guilty like that. Maybe I can't reach her but I know there are others out there like her.

Sure, in certain conservative circles, masturbation is viewed as dirty and wrong. It's something people are made to feel they should feel guilty about.

As far as I am concerned, this is a load of crap. It's also the type of attitude that doesn't exactly give people a good base for a healthy and happy sex life. I mean, how can you go through life thinking, "Sex is dirty, sex is shameful, sex is gross," and then, suddenly, when you are married switch into enjoying everything about sex?

Here's the thing. Your future husband will probably appreciate the fact that you are a sexual person and that you know something about your own body. I know my husband did. In fact, he was turned on by it. Now, as a married couple, I sometimes masturbate in front of him. It's all a part of sex and being a sexual person. It isn't a replacement for intercourse - it's a supplement.

Also, there isn't anything wrong or inferior about direct stimulation to the female genitals. In fact, once you are married, you will likely find that is an important part of sexual play with your husband. If you feel bad about masturbating, will you feel bad about letting your husband stimulate you with his fingers? I certainly hope not.

There's something else that bothers me. The underlying statement behind this girl's secret is that her future husband will be and should be the only one responsible for her sexual education. That's not true. My own mother told me she went into her marriage thinking this way. As a result she didn't have her first orgasm for years into their marriage.

Just because a man has a penis doesn't mean he automatically knows how to use it to bring a woman pleasure. Putting all the responsibility on him is a mistake - especially if you plan to get married as virgins with little to no previous sexual experience.

This doesn't mean I'm advocating multiple sexual partners to learn the mysteries of sex. I was a virgin until I was 27 and have only had sex with one man and I love our sex life! I fully believe that all two inexperienced people need to develop a good sex life is time, open minds, a willingness to experiment and good communication.

What about the rest of you, dear readers? Have any of you ever felt guilty for masturbating? Of so, why? And if you don't feel guilty at all about it, please share your reasons for that.

Editor's note: In compliance with postsecret's policy I have posted only one picture of one postcard taken from the site along with a link to postsecret.

Waiting for it Wednesday No. 24

This week's Waiting for it Wednesday interview comes from Teacher in heels, who blogs at After School Monologues. I'll let her introduce herself:

Heels: Ok .... so Holly sent me these questions back when she was still anonymous and before it was revealed that an author was among us! I must admit I struggled answering these questions. I was overcome with a bit of shyness or fear or apprehension or a combination of the three. Hopefully, you will all not be bored.

DFP: You said you were over 30 when you finally "did the deed", tell us how that first time was.

Heels: Actually, it was quite good. He was a very skilled lover and took his time. Very attentive and made sure I was taken care of, even though he had no clue I was a virgin. I will admit I had a drink or two to steady my nerves. It was the "first time" for both of us (more on that later) He brought wine and candles and was a complete gentleman. Sexually I tried to act like I knew exactly what I was doing at every moment, faked being a wanton woman and tried to enjoy the moment .... there was a lot going on!

DFP: How old is "over 30"?

Heels: I was between 30 and 35 .... is that specific enough?

DFP: Was your first time with someone you were in a long-term relationship with at the time?

Heels: My first time .... oh my .... this may get me chastised by a few folks. It was someone I met on Craigslist in Casual Encounters. I decided I wanted to have sex and did. Now it is important to understand, that even though this was someone from the Internet, I was completely safe about it. And if anyone wants pointers for safety just ask .... I have lots of them. We ended up having sex on and off for about two years are still friends to this day. He wanted to live out a fantasy of meeting a stranger in a hotel, I wanted to lose my virginity, so it worked at the time and in the moment. Neither of us had used Craigslist before so there were lots of first time nerves for him as well. In reality we are both very sane people and have often
laughed fondly about that first adventure together. And yes, I did finally admit to being a virgin and he was floored! He had no idea and kept thinking I was teasing him.

DFP: Was it worth the wait?

Heels: For me it was no longer about the fantasy of losing my virginity in the perfect situation, but finally doing it and getting over it.

DFP: Do you have any regrets or is there anything you would change if you could?

Heels: I wish I had just made the decision and done something like I did in my late 20s rather than wait til my 30s. I do not regret the man or the how, but I do regret the wait.

DFP: What are the reasons that you waited as long as you did?

Heels: To be honest I spent a long time thinking no one would ever want to have sex with me. The whole "I am fat and ugly and have no friends" self talk, when in reality I know I am an attractive female (to some) and I have loads of friends. Also, I became aware of sex and sexuality at a rather young age. For example, I can recall coming downstairs to say good night to my parent's friends after a dinner party and was already in a night shirt and the man leaving making a comment about how nice my legs were as he said good night to me. I was ten or eleven at the time. In hindsight I feel this also pushed me away from sex for a while. And once I was in my twenties and out of college, I went through a stage of thinking it was just too late for me. To be brutally honest I went almost fifteen years without even kissing a man. Somehow (thankfully), I came to me senses in my thirties and awakened the sexual creature within and took fate into my own hands.

DFP: Was it a choice or circumstance?

Heels: A combination of both. I had made a choice that I was not good enough to have sex with and therefore kept myself out of circumstances where sex may have been available.

DFP: Did you ever feel embarrassed or worried about being a virgin past the age of 30?

Heels: Oh I had lots of thoughts and feelings about it. And most everyone assumed I had lost my virginity in high school to a long term boyfriend and I never corrected them. So basically no one had any clue at all. Now my worry is being a skilled enough lover someday for a long term partner/lover/husband. But hopefully that person will love me enough, that I can tell my story and we can have lots of fun adventures together. Plus I have a ton of sex to make up so he has to be ready for that too .... lol.

DFP: What do you think children should be told about sex?

Heels: As a high school science teacher in a large public school district no topic about human anatomy is off limits for me. If students ask questions, I give them facts,
encourage them to talk to their parents and make sure whatever decision they make is their own, not based on peer pressure.

DFP: What about your sex ed as a child? Was it adequate or helpful? Who did it come from?

Heels: Science runs in the family and I was an early reader ... I think I was about seven when I picked up an issue of my mother's Cosmopolitan Magazine and read an article on "Making Love." So of course I went and asked my mom and she explained it to me.

DFP: Has your upbringing, cultural background or religious beliefs, had any impact about your past or present attitudes on sex?

Heels: Oh ... you mean that I am a "recovering Catholic?" I think religion had to do with my decision more in high school. But then I had a really cool priest who was willing to talk frankly about sex (the coolest priest I ever knew) .... and the religious aspect became less scary for me. My parents were very loving and affectionate which provided me with a great relationship example growing up. My issues with sex were and are my own.

DFP: Any advice for a sexually frustrated virgin?

Heels: To take control of your own destiny. If sex is something you want to explore then go for it. I think too many people get caught up in the "fairy tale" of the first time and have unrealized expectations. As callous as it sounds I think people may have it a bit easier if they treated it like an experiment.

DFP: Any other relevant information you would like to share?

Heels: I think I struggled with answering these questions more than I should have. I guess I still have some embarrassment about the fact I waited. I honestly feel that pole dancing and blogging has changed me in a way that I feel braver about my sexuality, being a woman and my size. If anyone has any questions they are free to visit me at my blog or email me directly (teacherinheels@gmail.com)

Clingy vs. crabby

We have these two cats. They are sisters and have lived with us since they were tiny kittens. We brought them home with us three years ago, just a couple months before we were married.

Lately, I've been working a lot on my book, of course. Which means I go into the office and shut the door. If I don't, they think this is prime time to cuddle with momma.

This is stressful for them. First off, they just haven't been getting the amount of attention they are used to. Secondly, they hate shut doors. We've never shut doors in our house, even the bathroom door typically gets left open - with only two of us here what does it matter? So, when a door does get shut, they tend to sit outside of it and stare until it opens again.

As a result, Precious, the smallest and most cuddly of the two, has been very clingy. When I'm not in the office with the door shut, she tends to follow me around, crying and attempting to trip me with her foot lovin'. When I go to bed, she follows me there so enthusiastically, I can hardly get laid down without doing damage to her.

Sylvester, on the other hand, reacts differently. (Yes, they are both girls. Chad named her.) She gets angry and pulls away when she hasn't had enough attention. If I want to cuddle with her, I have to chase her down and force-cuddle her. I know she really enjoys it because if I'm having a hard time catching her, she'll slow down and pretend to get distracted long enough for me to grab her. She purrs and enjoys the attention, but as soon as I let go she runs away.

So, you ask, what do my two crazy cats have to do with my sexblog? I was thinking today, those cats are a pretty good illustration of how I act when I need attention. And in my case I mean the kind of attention that a good hard fucking brings.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling attention needy, I act like Precious. I'm all clingy and whiny. When I should be confident and happy in my marriage, I'm annoyingly wiggy and weepy.

Other times, I'm like Sylvester. At the moments when I should be running into his arms, I'm playing hard to get. I get up and stomp out of the room when I'd be better served by just crawling up into his arms and letting him hold me. Or, just stripping naked and asking him to go to it.

The good news is, I haven't done any of those things for quite a while. It has taken some time, but I'm learning to skip the angst and go straight to what I need - some sexual healing.

Now if only I could get my sweet kitties to understand what's going on. I keep telling them I need to write this book so I can buy them cat food and toys, but somehow, I just don't think they believe me.

The unspeakable

About a month ago, I told my husband that there was something new I wanted to try. He was puzzled when I had a hard time getting it out of my mouth.

I finally got it out. "One day, when you are really, really, extra clean ..." Long pause. "I want to lick ... your ... asshole."

I explained that I thought he might like it. There are a lot of nerves there. It was worth trying at least once, anyway.

Then it was his turn to have trouble talking. He wasn't sure he wanted me to lick ... there. He told me he'd have to think about it for a while.

Usually, Chad is very open minded. But I mean, come on, asshole licking? That's probably a bit out there for a lot of people. On the other hand, there's also a lot of people that enjoy it.

I knew it wasn't something I wanted to surprise him with. I imagine that would be a catalyst for an impressive across-the-room dash. And the first place metal goes to ...

But there have been times when I'm giving him a blowjob that I've thought about it. I mean, why should there be this invisible, unspoken line where I have to stop licking? I don't like limits. I tend to push against them.

Maybe I get this from my mom. When we were children the rule about trying new things, usually new foods, was: You have to try it at least once. If you try it and you still don't like it, fine. But you have to try it.

So, recap: I don't like limits. I think we should be open minded and try new things - at least once. When it came right down to it, I thought he might like it.

Just recently, it came up again. We were naked and well on our way to Happyville when he approached the subject.

"Do you remember that thing ... you wanted to try?"

Oh, I remembered. Instant head bobbing.

"The thing ... your fetish?"

It's not exactly a fetish, but I knew what he meant. More bobblehead doll action.

"Do you want to try it now?"

I did. So for the first time, I licked him everywhere. I buried my face in his crotch and licked from his asshole to his balls.

And I know he liked it. Probably not enough that the next time we go to bed he'll be thinking, "I can't wait until she licks my asshole!" But as a part of the whole package deal I know it feels good.

I knew before he told me that he liked it. I knew because at first contact, he moaned. And he's not an easy moaner. I knew because I had my hand wrapped around his cock and at that point he wasn't completely hard yet. Every time I licked from his asshole to his balls his cock reacted, just a little.

I liked it too. Not because I have a thing for assholes but because giving him pleasure gives me pleasure. I liked the feeling of no limits - my face, his skin, everything was deliciously wet and slippery. I liked rubbing my face and tongue over every surface of him. I liked giving him a new pleasure, no matter how small.

It almost goes without saying that in that moment I wasn't thinking of his asshole's pretty much one-and-only function in life. It's the same for his cock - I don't think of it as the place he pees from when I'm licking every inch of it.

So now, all there is left is to call my mother.

"Hey mom, remember that rule about trying something new at least once? Well, are you ever going to be proud of me."

Just teasing. I think I'll write her an email instead.

Let's play: Kiss me where I want it

On my recent trip I saw a billboard off the freeway advertising an adult store. So I pulled over with the idea that I should bring at least one surprise home to my sweetie.

Mostly, what we needed was more edible lube. I'm a big fan of edible lube. I don't use it every time, but it sure can be fun - especially if it tingles as well as tastes good.

What I found was edible body paint. This gave me an idea. Why not use the paint to learn something more about each other? I used the idea last night and let me tell you - it was worth it.

Here's how I set the game up. Since I happened to be having my period, I told Chad this night would be all about him. First, I asked him to use the paints to show me where he liked to be kissed - anywhere but his cock. That threw him for a bit.

"You're not going to kiss my cock?" he asked.

"Not yet," I said.

With that he thought about it for a while and applied some of the body paint to his lips. The gel tasted surprisingly good - like melted candy. We shared the taste of it as we kissed.

Next, he directed me to his neck. His earlobes. Back to his lips. His nipples. The sensitive skin on his sides, near his waist.

Those are all places I have kissed him before, for sure. But because he isn't usually very vocal about what he enjoys I wasn't positive if he truly cared about being kissed in some of those secondary erotic zones.

In fact, that's part of the reason I asked him to start with "everything but" the mighty cock. I was slightly worried that if he had the reins, he might just squirt the body paint all over his cock and tell me to go to town - no detours.

As it turns out, my assumption was wrong - as is the case with many assumptions. Once he'd run out of secondary erotic zones, I moved on to phase II of the game.

"Now, pretend we are just starting to have sex," I said. "Use the body paint to show me where to kiss you, starting with the first thing you want me to kiss. If you want me to drive straight for your cock, that's OK. If you want me to kiss you other places first, let me know."

He put more edible body paint on his lips. I had fun thoroughly kissing and licking him - making sure every trace was removed. Then he led me, with a trail of paint, slowly back through the places I'd kissed before. His lips led to his neck, his neck led to his earlobes. His earlobes led to his nipples and back to his lips. His lips led to his waist.

For me, the most gratifying thing was hearing him moan softly as I licked and nibbled my way over his body. Maybe I was assuming that because he was a man, he'd want me to go straight to his money zone - skip the small change. Maybe I was just getting lazy and complacent. But I know I don't always spend as much time kissing him all over as I did when he was directing me where to kiss. Now that I know he enjoys it more than I assumed, I'm going to step it back up again.

Of course, there was a point where he wanted me to cash in. I waited expectantly while he brushed some of the body paint on his cock. Then I licked and sucked on every inch of his shaft to remove it.

After a while I reminded him that he was still in control. If he wanted me to lick and kiss anywhere else he would have to show me. So he painted some of the gel on his balls. I used one hand to grip his shaft, pumping slowly, while I licked the boys clean.

After all this kissing and licking, both of us were ready to get down to business. The body paints were set aside for a serious blowjob. Over and over I built him up, almost to the point of climax but not quite, before he stopped me. Finally, he came in my mouth.

Afterward, I told him I was a little surprised at how much I learned about him - even after four years of having sex.

"I think that's the key," I said. "You always have to be growing and changing, learning more about your partner and yourself. Otherwise, if you think you know all there is to know, that's probably where things get stale and lose excitement."

It wasn't a lesson I was expecting to learn but it makes sense. I love that my lover and I are so comfortable with each other that we can nearly read each other's minds in bed. But I never want to get to the point where I think I know it all. People's interests do change over time - there are things that we have done sexually recently that I would never had even though of in my early years of having sex.

Now I can't wait for my turn. When I'm done with my period I plan to play the same game again. Except this time, I will have control of the body paint.

* Editor's note: This product does contain sugar. So be careful where you apply it. Putting things that contain sugar on your pussy could result in an infection. My only complaint about this particular brand of body paint is that it is difficult to squeeze out of the bottles and application isn't easily controlled. When this batch runs out I plan to try another brand.

Loving dominace

OK, so I told a little fib in my last post. You all read it. You all recognized it.

My husband didn't really hold me down and fuck me. I could have moved. I could have left.

But that's the fun part of being dominated in a loving relationship, isn't it? All it would have taken to stop things was me speaking up. But I didn't want to. I was enjoying myself. We were acting out a fantasy.

My husband knows I like playing the submissive role. So he grabs my hair and pulls me to my knees to suck his cock.

But he also knows the floor is awfully hard on my knees. So at the same time he's commanding me to "suck, bitch!" he's also thinking of my comfort and placed a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on.

It's that contrast that was part of the reason I laughed when he first started dominating me. In that moment he was someone that was treating me roughly, even disrespectfully. But that's not who he is - it's a character. He's someone that, above all else, loves me - that's who he is.

More

"I love it when you dominate me," I told him.

"I noticed that," he said.

"In fact, I love it so much that sometimes I want more," I said.

"More?"

"Yeah. Stronger dominance. More dominance. Dominance when I haven't asked for it yet."

"Hmmm," he said, pausing briefly. "I think I can manage that."

And manage it he did. It didn't happen that day or even the next day. But he did surprise me with some much desired dominance.

It didn't start out any differently than usual. We were laying naked on the bed kissing and touching. After a while my face drifted serenely down to my favorite place - his erect cock. I proceeded to make a wet Willy.

Then he was ready for something different. "Get down on the floor," he said.

I didn't catch the sternness in his voice immediately. I started moving to the end of the bed to kneel at his feet. I didn't go fast enough.

He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me to his cock. I laughed, realizing finally what was happening. But I didn't laugh long.

My pussy certainly wasn't in a laughing mood. She was tingling and pulsing with excitement. I felt a fresh twinge of pleasure with everything he did.

He put his hands on my face and pulled my mouth down over his smooth cock. He gripped my head firmly and thrust his hips. He pulled his cock out my my mouth and rubbed it on my face and lips before pushing it back in my mouth.

Eventually, he was ready to fuck me. "Lay on the bed," he growled. "On your stomach."

I obeyed, wondering what was coming next. Kneeling himself between my legs he pushed his cock in my very wet pussy. He lay down, his stomach to my back, and began to pump. This was a new position for us.

I could feel his weight holding me down. His skin was pressed my my skin. With his face so close to my face I could hear his raspy, labored breathing. He leaned in slightly and bit my earlobe hard.

My body responded to it - all of it. My moaning mingled with his sounds as he fucked me. We climaxed together, drenched in sweat.

It was certainly the more I was looking for. In fact, it was so powerful, it has been my favorite fantasy lately. I love replaying that moment in my mind. Somehow it was that harsh breathing in my ear as he worked against his own body weight and gravity that really got to me.

He held me down and fucked me. I could not move. I could not leave. It excited me.

And yet, I also felt so safe. I felt so loved. He gave me more.

Waiting for it Wednesday No. 23

After a short break, I'm returning to my weekly Waiting for it Wednesday feature. Today's interview comes from Bob, a 37-year-old married male that does not have a blog. Here is what he had to say.

DFP: Tell us about your first sexual experience.

Bob: My first sexual contact that resulted in an orgasm (for me) was with a girl in college. We were making out and one thing led to another and the next thing I know my pants were unzipped and she was giving me a handjob. It resulted in me shooting my load all over the place. It was a negative experience for me because I believed in waiting for marriage for sex and because I was only dating this girl because I knew she liked me, not because I really wanted to go out with her. The first time I had intercourse was lost in the shuffle a bit because my wife and I started out with a lot of sex, handjobs, oral sex etc. for two years or so before we were married. We had been friends for a couple of years and we had been slowly moving towards a relationship and one night while we were lying in her bed rubbing around on each other, I stopped her hand on my penis. She gasped and shortly after had him free of my pants. She told me how good I felt and in the heat of the moment I asked her if she would give me a blowjob, which she agreed to. She swallowed the first time, even though I came quicker than I thought and caught both of us off guard. For the next two years, I think I received a blowjob a day. Shortly after that first night, we had intercourse. I say lost in the shuffle because we were having some sort of sex every day for about two years. While this felt like a positive experience at the time, it has turned out to be a negative one. First, because I went against my beliefs and had sex before marriage. In my case, having sex made me feel obligated to this woman which might have clouded my judgement when I decided to marry her. Second, after we got married, we never have approached the same level of sexual activity. She will not give me oral sex any more (even though I give her oral sex way more now than before we were married) and while we've had sex more lately, she even said not too long ago that it wouldn't bother her if we never had sex. She has a good time when we do, but she's not terribly interested in getting there.

DFP: Is there anything you regret about it?

Bob: I don't regret, because I'm not a believer in regret. You learn from it and move on. Nobody (certainly not me) is perfect and we all screw up.

DFP: Looking back, do you feel you were ready to have sex at that time?
Bob: I wanted to have sex at the time, but I would have been better off waiting, I believe.

DFP: Is there anything you wish you had known before you had sex?

Bob: I can't think of anything I wish I had known at the time...

DFP: Do you have any religious or cultural background that had any impact on when you first had sex or your thoughts about sex?

Bob: I am a christian, and I do believe that sex is meant for a man and a woman in the bonds of marriage. However, I feel that a lot of religious people view sex as something dirty. That's not the way it should be, which is what intrigues me the most about this blog. This is how a couple's sex life should be.

DFP: Do you have children? What do you think children should learn about sex and at what age?

Bob: I do have children and I think they should hear about sex from their parents. They're going to hear about it anyway, and the playground stories from other kids their age should be tempered by a mature view at the very least. I don't think sex should ever be labeled as dirty, or something to be hidden. However, as a christian, I do believe that sex should (ideally) be between one man and one woman in the bonds of marriage. As you can see from my above answers, I do not claim perfection, nor have I always lived up to my own ideals. As far as their age, I would think somewhere around 10. Possibly adjusted depending on the child and the circumstances. That is a best guess at this point since I do not have any children close to that age.

Here is the schedule for the upcoming Waiting for it Wednesdays:

Sept. 19 Teacher in heels

*Rather than being judgmental, this is a safe place for both virgins and non-virgins to discuss when they plan or hope to lose their virginity or when they did lose their virginity.

While I happened to wait until I was 27-years old and have only had sex with one man, my now husband, I don't necessarily believe that every person has to follow in my footsteps. Everyone has to make this decision for him or herself. However, I do advocate careful decision making and believe it is best to first have sex when in a loving relationship with someone you trust.

For more information on how to participate click here.

Sex begets sex - again

During my week away from home I missed my husband terribly. It just seems strange to be away from him like that. Even though we talked on the phone every day - sometimes more than once - I just felt weirdly disconnected from him.

I kept wanting to say, I feel so far away from you. But then, that was stupid, because of course I was so far away from him.

While spending three days with my mom and grandmother, I slept in the same room I lived in my freshman year of college. The company and the place made me feel like a child again - certainly not like The Dirty Princess.

When I left I imagined I would be very horny with a sex-free week. I brought along my pink vibrator, perfect for traveling. It sat unused in my suitcase. I imagined I would have at least one steamy phone-sex session with Chad. It never came up.

I didn't even get hungry for sex once I got home. Well, not until after I "ate", so to speak.

I arrived home around supper time and husband and I decided to go out to eat. I was too tired to even think of cooking something. In fact, I was so tired I even briefly entertained the thought that perhaps we should just wait to have "welcome home" sex tomorrow. "Chad will understand," I reasoned to myself.

He had his own ideas, however. When we got back from eating, I wandered distractedly through the kitchen. Noticing my herb pots on the windowsill, I began watering them. With one pot to go, I felt Chad grab my arm.

Knowing what was happening, I began to laugh. I quickly thrust the watering can back onto the counter top as he walked me back to the bedroom. I never got the chance to make my little speech about being too tired for sex because I was brought forcibly into the bedroom and pushed onto the bed.

I'm so glad my husband didn't allow me to be lazy. Post orgasms, laying panting on the bed, I discovered that I didn't really want to wait another day for sex. Plus, even though we have been married three years and together more than four, it's always such a huge compliment when he makes it so crystal clear that he wants me. Intellectually I know he desires me sexually, but it's a message I never get tired of hearing.

After our explosive homecoming sex, I discovered something. All of a sudden, I wanted sex again. I got incredibly horny in the next two afternoons and got my rocks off solo because he was at work. We also made time for some steamy sex last night. I'm back to normal and I'm loving it.

Of course, there were some outside factors in my lack of sex drive while at my grandmother's house. I was working hard every day and went to bed very tired. I also regressed and didn't feel sexy.

But the biggest reason I think my horny dial got turned down a notch was that I hadn't had sex for a while. If I am having great sex, I want more of it. Therefore, it stands to reason that if I am not having sex, it's easier to get lazy about it.

I think about the men and women out there that have allowed themselves to get complacent in their relationships. The grind of jobs, the kids, paying bills and other details of daily life get heavy and sex gets put on the back burner. He or she thinks, I'm tired, I have a big day tomorrow, my partner will understand. And the next thing you know, days or weeks, or even months and years have slipped by unnoticed and uncelebrated.

How many of those people could recapture a passionate sex life just by taking the time and effort to make sex a priority? One time leads to two times and three times and maybe the momentum can get picked back up.

I know there are many complicating factors. I know it takes more than one person a good sex life to make. But why not try? Have sex with your partner tonight. See if it doesn't make you hungrier.

I'm back

I'm so glad to be home. Words cannot express how glad.

Still, it was very important that I did this. Not only was I able to help my 92-year-old grandmother get ready for a move to a new home, but I was able to see her again - something I haven't been able to do a lot in recent years.

It was a long hard trip. To get my my grandmother's, I drove a total of 1,600 miles across the Midwest. My mother was with me on the way there but I was alone on the way back. And, since she doesn't drive, I was the chauffeur. Both ways I stopped and stayed overnight at my sister's, who lives approximately in the middle.

Because we needed a vehicle with a hitch, I drove my father's 1992 Cadillac - which has no air conditioning. Let me tell you, it was hot and sticky.

I spent a total of four days on the road and three days at my grandmother's house. My time there was mostly spent working. The biggest job was going through her things, most of which she has had for decades, and helping her to decide what to keep, what to give away and what could be thrown away.

At age 92 she has outlived four of her siblings and sadly, but probably appropriately, she is preparing for death. It was her job to settle the affairs of one of her sisters whom had never married and she helped with the same task when her oldest sister died. So she knows what a job it is to go through the things of someone who has died and try to decide what to do with it all.

She told how she had to throw away her sister's large collection of photographs. With her gone, there was no one to identify the people in the pictures.

As a result of these experiences, she wanted to downsize considerably, so when she dies, things will be easier on us. It was difficult because, having moved many times, I understood her need to simplify. On the other hand, I don't like to think of her death. And my mother, her oldest child and only daughter, spent a lot of time fighting her mother at every turn - she didn't want to see her mother giving away all her pretty things. I'm no psychiatrist, but I think she is in denial over the reality of her eventual death.

My mother and I tried to save what we could. My mother went through stacks and stacks of family photographs and took some home to scan into her computer. Many, many others were thrown away.

I came home with a full carload of things that had sentimental value. A 6-foot 3-inch tall grandfather clock that my grandfather made himself. A cute little vanity table he made my grandmother. Wooden trucks he made and we played with as children. Beautiful shells he had dove for in the ocean. Christmas decorations, some my grandmother and my great aunt had made. Hand crocheted afghans. Antique dishes from my great-great grandmother.

Again, it was a hard trip. Not only is packing hard work, but it was emotionally draining. I spent much of the first day refereeing little disagreements between my mother and my grandmother. It was stressful for both of them but things got easier once they realized that the job was slowly but surely getting done.

There was this one 10-minute argument over what was going to be packed in this certain box that I will never forget. Grandma wanted to pack one thing in it while my mother thought something else would fit in there better. In the end neither of them packed that box - I did.

So there you have it. The rundown on what I did during my week away from blogging. It's not sexy at all but it's what happened.

Working vacation

Hello all. Things are just fine here in Dirty Filthy Princess Land. I took an unscheduled break this week - my sister was able to visit unexpectedly and we had a very nice time.

Also, I'm taking off on a road trip with my mom tomorrow. My 92-year-old grandmother has to move from her home of 13 years and we're going to help pack her up, ect. She's still very spry for 92 and won't be going into a nursing home or assisted care. She still drives and cares for herself.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I won't be back to blogging until the week of Sept. 17. It's a long trip and being 92 years old, my grandmother has neither a computer or Internet access. So I will be blog-less.

Have a great week!

Holly