Monthly Archives: December 2010


Amor came home for the holidays Saturday. So of course, I get my period, I get sick, and we get stuck at his parents’ house. Sigh. He picked me up that afternoon and we got caught in holiday shopping traffic for an hour on our way to his parents’ house for a big family pre-Christmas dinner. It would have been a lot more fun if I hadn’t been feeling like I was about to pass out the whole time. I excused myself for a bit and went to lie down in the guest bedroom where we would be spending the night. Fifteen minutes later Amor came to check on me, looking a bit worried but mostly cheerful. He had brought me a holiday cupcake!

It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other that I was absolutely determined to have some time to ourselves, family celebrations and being sick aside. So I set the the cupcake he had brought me on the nightstand and pulled him down on top of me by the waist. It’s been too long since I’ve felt a strong body on top of me. We kissed and hugged like teenagers for a bit, just enjoying each other’s bodies. But we aren’t teenagers and soon I started thinking about how I’d love to lick his hard cock again and feel it deep in my throat as he came. Like he was reading my mind he started unfastening his belt and telling me how it had been way too long since he’d felt my mouth on his cock. The bed was the perfect height. He stood, with his pants pulled just far enough down to let his hard cock spring out and I laid on the bed, relaxing while I kissed and licked him. Just as I started working him into my throat we heard a whole procession of family members climbing the stairs. In a panic he buttoned his pants and I fixed my hair and we waited to see what would happen. It turned out they were getting towels or something for his baby cousins, but babies are a great mood killer and we just couldn’t keep going after that. Amor went back downstairs while I stayed in bed by myself. I’m not good at being alone when I’m so close to him and so horny, so I was feeling pretty bummed out by evening. And, to top things off, the cat knocked my cupcake onto the floor!

Then, when he did finally come up to bed, he was so exhausted from his early-morning flight and the busy day that he went straight to sleep. Hrumph. So, being the emotional masochist that I am, instead of nudging him and saying, “hey, I really missed you, can we finish what we started earlier?” I stayed up for hours feeling lonely and frustrated. Sigh. Sometimes I piss myself off.


Yoga makes me want to fuck

I’m very flexible. I can do a full front split, I can sit in the lotus position, I can even hold my leg above my head. I’ve never understood why guys find that hot. In my experience even the most convoluted sex positions require only moderate flexibility and I haven’t been able to find a single one that took full advantage of my talents. But then, a few months ago I finally found a way to do just that.

It was my idea to try it – I had come across a site with photos and descriptions of various bondage positions and I wanted to try it out. We had some cuffs and some bondage tape but hadn’t yet made the leap to real ropes so some of the more complicated positions were not an option. I found the one I wanted to try first and broached the subject with Amor. He was a bit skeptical at first (that I would be able to do it, or that it would be fun? I’m not sure which) but agreed to give it a shot. If it didn’t work out we could always use the bondage tape for one of our old standbys once we had it out.

After some preliminary discussion I stripped for him and, wiggling my ass in his direction, pushed the coffee table out of the way to give us lots of room to play with. I kneeled for him, spreading my legs wide, and bent my arms into the reverse prayer position. With my hands between my shoulder blades I pushed my palms together from wrist to fingertip. I held it there nervously, waiting, watching his erection start to tent his jeans. Ok, so I guess it was a good idea after all. He kneeled behind me and gently brushed my hair out of the way. He brushed his hands over my ass, breasts, and abdomen. My muscles were tight from holding the stretched position. Now I know why flexibility can be so sexy. Most people couldn’t hold that position without the help of ropes and even then not for very long. But, even though I could feel the strain in my muscles I knew I could hold it comfortable for as long as he wanted me to.

I felt extremely submissive kneeling there naked with my hands behind my back forcing my chest out as he caressed my body. He hadn’t even touched my clit or let me feel his hard cock but I was already dripping from my exposed sex and my nipples were pointing straight out. When he had good and teased me for a bit, he carefully pulled my hands back, a few inches away from my shoulders, and started rolling the bondage tape around them. I winced from the pain in my shoulders but didn’t pull away. When he had wrapped my wrists tightly enough that I couldn’t pull them apart he let me pull my hands back to a semi-comfortable position at my upper back. Closing my eyes to enjoy the wonderful loss of control I relaxed a bit into the bondage, no longer needing to keep my hands together and behind me with my own strength.

“Holy shit your boobs look amazing right now!”

Do they? I looked down but couldn’t really tell and said so. Still, the compliment made me even more satisfied to be kneeling here, thrusting out my chest with my hands tied behind me. I wanted to make him happy and I wanted to make him cum. Fuck, I needed his cock so bad!

Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his ever-present iphone he told me he wanted me to be able to see how hot I looked right now. He snapped a few pictures of me from the front, a few zeroing in on my boobs, some from behind. He pushed my torso down with his strong hand so he could take a picture of my ass with my bound hands in the background. Mmmm, photos make me sooooo horny. Phone still in his hand he pulled off his jeans and brought his huge cock in front of my face. I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted to lick it and suck it and taste his precum but it was just out of reach. I whimpered a little and tried to lean forward without losing my balance (very hard in that position).

“Beg for it.”

I begged for it. I looked up at his face from where I was kneeling, naked on the floor and I begged him to let me serve him, to let me take his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking and choking on it until he came. I like asking for it. I like the look on his face when I tell him what I will do for him if only he lets me. And he always lets me.

He stepped closer. I kissed the tip of his penis, already tasting a drop of precum. My pussy gushed from the taste and I smiled as he snapped another picture. I stuck my tongue out, stroking the underside while I continued to kiss and suck the tip. Snap. I opened my mouth, forming a neat ‘O’ around his shaft. Slowly I started bobbing my head, first only an inch or so, then slowly letting him go deeper inside me. Snap – a picture with his cock deep inside my throat. Snap – another as I look up at him between strokes, his cock glistening with my spit. I am having a hard time keeping my balance as I suck him. He steadies my shoulders, seeing me struggle, and the gentle support makes me even more aware of how much control I have given up for him. And for me. This is my subspace: letting go of myself, giving over control not just of having it taken, knowing that I am owned by someone who I trust with everything I am.

With him holding me steady I can increase my pace and push myself further onto his cock. I want to reach around and tease his balls but I can’t, so I let his cock pop out of my mouth for a second and bring my mouth down to his balls. I lick and suck each in turn, then I run my tongue from the base of his cock up the length of his shaft, flicking the tip of the head as I pass. And then I’m back to sucking and deep throating. He lets me pleasure him like this for a while, absentmindedly stroking my hair or massaging my breasts while he enjoys the sensations of my mouth around his cock.

We had only talked about doing a blow job when we had set up the scene, so I was a but surprised when he pulled out of my mouth and gently helped me to my feet. I was too high on lust to ask what he was planning, so I just followed as he lead my into the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed where I posed for more photos. Legs spread, devilish smile on my face I showed my wet pussy for the camera. Still snapping photos he asked me to kneel at the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide. He pushed a little on my back and I toppled over, face on the mattress, hands still tied behind my back, ass in the air at the edge of the bed. Another photo of my exposed ass and pussy and then his cock was sliding inside me. I was so close to cumming from the amazing sensations of the bound blowjob that he pushed me over the edge with just a few strokes of his big cock. My head was spinning from the orgasm and it seemed like all my senses had gone dull except the one that felt his cock inside me, there was nothing else in the world but my orgasm and his cock. He held my ass as I came and kept fucking me, enjoying the rhythmic tightening of my pussy. My body flushed from the orgasm and I gasped for breath. Seconds later I felt him pull out of me and as he unloaded all over my ass. Snap – a photo of his white cum dripping down my pink ass.

When I’m watching you cum…

I hate when I’m watching perfectly good amateur porn and then, right when I’m getting ready to enjoy the cum shot, the guy pulls out and starts stroking himself with his thumb and index finger as if his penis were something he’d rather not be touching. Such a turn off. I mean, there’s a reason we call it jerking…you can’t jerk something with two fingers. Just my opinion of course.

I like strong, confident men. I love it when a man knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it. That goes for when he’s fucking as well as when he’s jerking. I like watching a man who can grab a girl’s head and force it down on his cock, or who pounds into her pussy so hard his balls slap against her ass (I like being the girl too, of course!). When that kind of man is ready to cum he grabs his cock with his full fist and he jerks it hard and fast. He pumps until he can’t hold it anymore and then he points it at his slut’s face, tits, or ass and unloads.

Mmm, I hope at least some of that landed on her tongue. When I’m on the receiving end of a wank like that I just can’t help wanting to swallow every drop of that cum, then throwing myself at him again and begging for more.

Thoughts on Threesomes

I like to watch one kind of porn at a time. Maybe I’ll watch one week of nothing but bondage, then I’ll get bored and switch to public sex or spanking or maybe even something I haven’t watched before. Not everything I enjoy watching would be something I would enjoy doing. For example, I think gang-bangs are really hot to watch but really I’d never want to switch places with that actress.

For the past few days I’ve been watching nothing but threesomes. Double penetration, girl-on-girl-on-guy with or without any kind of bondage or kink. It’s not just porn either. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop, dreaming about it, and – finally – planning it.

The first part is the hardest. How do you go about finding a girl who would be into a having a threesome with a couple and who is attractive to both Amor and me? Sure, we could post a personals add, but I’m pretty specific about what in terms of personality and that’s not something you can learn about a person in one meeting. And if we try the other way around: meet girls until we find one we like and hope she’s into threesomes…well, I don’t foresee that working out too well. I need to think more about this part.

Obviously, whoever the third person is she will have her own turn-ons and limits so I can’t really plan a scene without her. But it’s so much fun to imagine 😉 First off I want to say that even though I consider myself straight, I think women can be really sexy. I’ve kissed a girl and liked it and I’d like to do more, but it’s doing it in front of a guy (or guys) that really turns me on. That said, if (when?) we do have a threesome, I hope the girl is bi (and hot!). I love those scenes at the start of every porno with a threesome where the two girls make out and undress each other while the guy watches. I’m just assuming Amor would like that because I’ve never met a guy that wouldn’t. I’d like to feel her breasts and play with her nipples while we kissed. Maybe we’d rub each other’s clits or even finger each other. Then, the classic 2-girl blow job. We start out kissing each other and we slowly make room for the tip of his cock. We kiss and lick all the way down his shaft, feeling each other’s tonges cross occasionally. Then, we take turns deep throating him, just a few strokes each. When he decides he wants a more sustained cock sucking he grabs one of us by the hair and forces her to keep going. The other girl nibbles and sucks on his balls, waiting for her turn. It really turns me on thinking about him fucking my mouth while another hot girl works on his balls.

The rest I’m still working on. I think I need to go watch some more porn! 😉 I can’t decide whether it would be more fun for one girl to sit on his cock while he licks the other’s pussy, or if he should take one of us from behind while she gets the other off, or maybe we should kneel so that our hips are on top of each other and he can take each of us a little at a time. Maybe he should fuck one of us standing up while the other kneels and licks his balls, wet from the other girl’s excitement. Or we can lay on the edge of the bed, one on top of the other and while he fucks either of us he could look down and see the girl on the bottom pleasuring the one on top with her hands. Maybe both girls should sit on him, making out while they take turns riding his cock. Maybe we can even through in some rope or some spanking? Oh, it would be so nice to be shoulder to shoulder with this girl as we kneel on all fours, our asses turning red from a spanking and our wet pussies on display. These are just some of my favorite ideas, I’ve been thinking about this for days. All I know is that at the end it would be amazing if he came on our faces. I would love to lick his cum off her face and kiss her again to thank her for helping me make my Amor’s day.

Phone sex for breakfast (Part 2)

“Mmm good morning” I whispered into the phone. “Your timing couldn’t be better”

“Yea? How’s that?” Amor responded.

“Because I was just dreaming about you and I’m really horny.”

We’d been long distance for about 3 months and we still hadn’t figured out the whole phone/cam sex thing. My internet connection is pretty bad so the picture is always freezing and it just doesn’t feel personal enough on the phone. Plus, it’s nice to have two hands free when I’m playing with myself: rubbing my clit with one while putting a finger or two from the other inside me or squeezing my nipples. But, I was horny and he had called and I wasn’t going to let a little thing like distance keep me from enjoying a nice orgasm with my boyfriend.

So, holding the phone with my left hand I started rubbing myself slowly with my right. I was so wet and horny already I could have come in seconds. Instead I avoided my clit, rubbing my fingers inside my slit and over my swollen lips. I wanted Amor to know how horny I was, how badly I wanted to suck his cock and (most of all) I wanted to turn him on and make him cum – even if it was hundreds of miles away. Good thing for me he’s always in the mood. He asked me to tell him about my dream and I retold it with as much detail as I could remember.

“It makes me so wet thinking about sucking your cock in public with that little toy buzzing secretly inside me.” I told him when I was done with my story. It took at least 15 minutes and I was fingering myself the whole time, holding off my orgasm. “I wish I could make you cum right now.” I added breathlessly as I imagined again the feel of his cum on my face. Still half asleep and dazed from the prolonged arousal, I couldn’t think of a way we could make that happen with him so far away. Then he asked the obvious:

“Do you want me to cum for you over the phone?”

Oh God! Just hearing him suggest it made almost tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t resist bringing my other hand down to my clit as I responded in a whisper “Oh please, please let me make you cum!” I thought he wanted me to talk to him, to hear the arousal in my voice as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm and the gasps that meant I was cumming. But he had something much hotter in mind.

“Do you remember that video I made of us last time you were here?” Do I remember? It was only one of the hottest things we’ve ever done. He was riding me from behind on his bed, gripping my hair for support and giving me an occasional slap on the ass when he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Just when I was starting to wonder what he was doing he let me turn around to see him recording a clip. We didn’t do anything fancy with it, I think the whole clip is shorter than 10 minutes but it was the first time I’d made a sex tape (definitely not the last) and it was incredibly hot. I think about it all the time when I’m laying alone in my bed touching myself because he’s not here to fuck me.

“I want to watch you while I’m getting myself off. I want you to hear how hungry you were for my cock. And, I want you to cum for me again this morning thinking about my cock inside you.” I all could manage for a replay was “Mmmmmm.” I grabbed our toy bag and pulled out two vibes. I wanted to enjoy this to the fullest. I inserted a large purple on and turned it on the the highest setting, the other I held to my clit. With my other hand I went back to squeezing my breasts and nipples.

I few seconds later he had the file playing on his computer and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. I recognized his voice better than my own and the sounds of his desire, both on the tape and on the phone were making me light headed with lust. Keeping the phone squeezed between my head and shoulder, I took the hand that was inside me and started furiously rubbing my clit while the other hand shot to my nipple and I started rubbing, squeezing, and pulling on each in turn as I listened to the tape. Then Amor, obviously close to cumming himself, started describing to me what he was watching:

“I can see my cock pushing in and out of your pussy. You’re so wet…that’s so hot.” Mmmm I wish he could see how wet I was right now. “Now I stopped and you’re so frustrated, you’re moving your hips and begging me to keep going.” I could hear my voice through the phone. I could hear him moaning in pleasure but I wasn’t sure whether it was really him or the video. I started to lose control. I was breathing hard now, ready to cum. I heard a smack. Then another. Then my voice again begging for more. I love it when he smacks my ass and I loved it even more when he filmed it. I could barely hold the phone anymore, all I could think about was cumming. The sounds of the video and Amor’s lustful breathing drowned out all other thoughts. Suddenly I heard him sigh and moan and I knew he was cumming. Seconds later I heard him cum on the video. As I imagined his cock squirting hot cum into my we pussy I let the vibes push me over the edge. I came and came for an eternity. My orgasm was so intense I forgot where I was, all I knew was that I was cumming hard. I’ve never been able to make myself feel like that alone. I didn’t think it was possible without a cock inside me. As my orgasm subsided and I began to catch my breath I whispered:

“That was the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Thinking about my kinks…

I’ve been reading a lot recently on various blogs and websites (as well as a few books) about kink. Not the sexy kind of writing though, I was reading about the practical stuff. How to negotiate a scene, how to meet a dom/sub, different opinions on how to get started, advice on how to handle it emotionally when you admit to yourself that you have some fantasies that don’t fall into your understanding of ‘normal,’ and other stuff like that. I used to read those kinds of articles and blogs a lot, back when I was still trying to figure out my own sexuality. What struck me now, and the reason I’ve been so fascinated with it, is how different my experience was from what almost everyone describes.

Maybe it’s a generational thing. Maybe most people who have enough experience with kink to feel like they can give others advice have been at it for so long that they are necessarily of another generation. Or maybe it was so much harder ‘coming out’ back then so now they feel obligated to help the younger generation. Or maybe it’s just me and everyone else in my generation still had to deal with a lot of those issues that I’m always reading about and never experienced.

For example, I never felt shame about my kinky fantasies. I’ve been fantasizing about being dominated since I was in 5th or 6th grade. I didn’t even know it wasn’t ‘normal’ back then. Then when I was a freshman in high school I met a friend of a friend’s who was dating a guy from the BDSM scene. Like all young romances, all she could do was talk about him and all the bondage, discipline, and impact play they were doing. Everything just clicked as I listened to her talk. I finally had a name for what I felt. Because I’m part of the internet generation I could find out everything I wanted about BDSM and kink in a matter of hours (do over 18 warnings ever work?). That was the first time I came across anything that suggested people should feel ashamed of their sexuality. It didn’t work, I still felt fine.

Fast forward a few years. I’m a senior in high school and I’m desperate to lose my virginity before I leave for college. My boyfriend is happy to oblige and suddenly all my adolescent fantasies seem so naive. I’m perfectly content with vanilla sex and it’s so exciting exploring and learning about my body and his. I eventually get bored and start thinking about all those things I used to fantasize about. I tell him not really knowing how he’ll react – after all so many older, more experienced people were writing about how hard it was to tell people. He thinks it’s hot (like every guy I’ve ever told) and we decide to try it out. We mess around with some stuff, nothing serious, for a while but eventually I realize he’s not good for me and leave him.

Fast forward a few more years. I read more articles and blogs online. They’re telling me how hard it is to meet a dom/sub, that if I want to find someone who can fulfill me sexually I have to look for a dom in the community and not a boyfriend in real life. I decide that having a partner is more important than having a dom, so I don’t look for one. Instead I meet Amor. He’s sweet and a little geeky and doesn’t even kiss me until our third date. He’s just so respectful. He’s definitely not the dom type, but he’s just so wonderful. We fall in love. I share some of my kinks, asking that he not be weirded out because we don’t have to do anything he doesn’t like and vanilla sex is totally fine if that’s all he wants. He thinks it’s hot.

But, he’s never tried anything BDSM related before. So I go back online. I search for a long time for advice for couples who are perfectly happy with their sex life but want to learn more about BDSM. Nothing. There’s advice on how to find a dom/sub, advice on how to tie ropes and use safewords, there’s advice on how to save your failing relationship with some DD, or how to have a ‘master’ and a husband at the same time. But nothing that would really help us. So for a while we don’t try anything new. A little at a time we start adding toys but it’s pretty expensive to buy stuff that you might not even like.

So we go to a local kink community event. Our particular local organization does a wonderful job of introducing people to everything in the kink world. Finally we meet some people our own age and a bit older who are happy and kinky and more or less know what they’re doing. With a little help getting started we’ve managed to find our own way since then.

I realize now how very lucky I was. I figured out my kinks when I was very young, I was introduced to BDSM in a positive environment, and I was lucky to find a partner who not only has the same sex drive and kinky desires as me, but also someone whom I can love and admire outside of the bedroom.


*note: I really meant to finish Part 2 of my last post by now, but I’ve been kinda out of it this week. I’ll do my best to have it done tomorrow

Phone sex for breakfast (Part 1)

I was having a really good dream this morning. It was way past when I should have been up but I was enjoying myself too much. I was dreaming about the sexy Christmas present that’s waiting for me when Amor comes back. In my dream we had gone out for dinner to a pub-style restaurant and were sitting in a booth in the corner. I guess it was after Christmas ’cause I had the little toy hidden in my jacket pocket. Just knowing it was there was making me wet. So, I decided it was time for a little fun. I leaned across the table and whispered to my companion in my naughtiest voice: “I have a little surprise for you if you look under the table.”As he tried to look inconspicuously under the table, I lifted my skirt and hooked my thumbs into my underwear, pulling them all the way down. When they were all the way off I grabbed them with one hand and hurriedly stuffed them into my purse while my other hand made its way to my clit. I played with myself just to keep his attention under the table while I pulled out my toy. I spread my legs to give him a good view as I took the little bullet and slipped it inside me. I fingered myself a little for his viewing pleasure, then fixing my skirt and closing my legs around the toy I handed him the remote across the table. He started playing with it right away, turning the little thing on and off or changing the setting. I slipped out of my sandal and pressed my foot into his crotch to stroke his hard-on appreciatively for the fun he was giving me. We teased each other through the whole meal, not caring if anyone noticed what we were up to.

When we were done with desert (mmm, chocolate!) and had settled the bill he took my hand and led me to the back of the restaurant. He left his jacket, so I left my stuff too. Pulling me into a deep embrace he kissed me passionately. Not letting go of me he whispered into my ear “Do you wanna have a little more fun before we go?” With a mischievous smile I nodded and kissed him again. I could feel his hard-on through our clothes and it was adding to my already desperate arousal. I dropped one hand down to his crotch and started caressing him through his jeans. He didn’t let go as he took a few steps backward and I followed, still eagerly stroking his cock. He pushed a door open with his back and well fell inside. At that moment I was too busy kissing and stroking him to notice where we were. But, when I opened my eyes I realized with a shock that we were in the men’s bathroom. We were in the men’s bathroom making out and groping each other in front of some random guy using a urinal! I giggled in his direction, a little embarrassed and a little aroused at the embarrassment, and headed toward the nearest stall. But Amor held me back. I looked at him puzzled for a second, wondering why he had taken me into the bathroom if we weren’t going to have sex. I still didn’t get it when I saw him start to unfasten his belt and pull down his fly. As he pulled out his hard cock he turned the toy up to its maximum setting. My knees buckled from the combination of the hard vibrations, the sight of his hard cock, and the excitement of what I thought we were about to do. It was all I could do to keep from falling to my knees and taking his cock in my mouth. But, the other guy, who had stopped to watch now, was making me hesitate. So, Amor growled into my ear: “Tell me what you want.” Of course he knew what I wanted, after all he knows how much I love to suck his cock. He wanted me to say it for our ‘audience.’When it took me a second to respond he flipped up my skirt, exposing my naked ass and cunt, and started tracing light circles around my clit with his fingers.

“I want to take your hard cock in my mouth and suck it until you cum on my face!” I said breathlessly as the first wave of an orgasm overtook me. He held me until I was done, letting me slip gently to my knees when it was over. The vibe was going much slower now, he must have changed it while I was cumming. I looked up at him and smiled, showing my appreciation with my eyes as I started to pay him back with my tongue. My skirt was still pulled up over my ass, and I arched my back to present it to him and to our surprised guest. I moaned appreciatively as I sucked and licked his balls while stroking his hard-on with my hand. Slowly I made my way up to his shaft, licking every inch before moving to his head. I took my time, putting on a show. Pressing my lips around his head I slowly took his length inside me: inch by inch until he was as far down my throat as I could take him. I sucked him slowly for a few minutes, speeding up the pace every few strokes. Every moan and grunt he made, every time he shuddered with pleasure my arousal grew. He brushed his fingers through my hair, lightly grabbing a handful. Even with the light grip the feeling of being controlled made me ready to cum again. His cock muffled my moans of pleasure as I continued to suck. Suddenly his grip tightened and he growled “Make yourself cum again for me while I fuck your face.” He upped the power on the vibe again as I brought my hand down to my clit. Without warning he started pounding his cock into my mouth, holding my head still with hands. One hand rubbing my clit, the other squeezing my nipples through my shirt, chocking on Amor’s hard cock as he face-fucked me in front of a stranger, I couldn’t help cumming again in seconds. My orgasm must have set him off because, before I was done riding it out, he pulled my head back hard by the hair and shot his load all over my face. And I kept cumming and cumming while he held me there, on my knees in a public bathroom.

It took a while for me to recover enough to stand up, and then only with his help. The other guy was still there and for I have no idea why I decided to flash him for a second before melting into Amor’s arms. His expression was priceless! Eventually the guy left, probably to tell his friends why he had been in the bathroom so long. Amor held me for a while, whispering how much he loved what we just did. When I was ready he said it was time to go. I rearranged my skirt and reached for a paper towel to wash my face, but he stopped me.

“I like it when you wear my cum.” He said, tapping my lightly on the ass to push me in the direction of the door. I could feel my face turn bright red as we walked, hand in hand, to get our stuff from the other side of the restaurant. On the way out I spotted our new friend at a table with a few other people. Forgetting about my embarrassment and giving in to a fresh desire for some naughtiness, I stopped nearby to smile and wave. I skipped a little to catch up to Amor as he was leaving. When we got into the car he turned up the vibe again and ordered me to lift up my skirt and play with myself while we head to the next part of our date. In the quiet car I could hear the toy buzzing. As it got louder my pleasure increased. Buzz….Buzz….Buzz…

Groggily I realized that I had left my phone on vibrate last night and that’s what was making all the noise. I reached over, a bit frustrated at being awoken from such a nice dream, and glanced at the caller ID. It was Amor. What perfect timing.

To Be Continued

(Bits of this are shamelessly lifted from the video I linked in this post, but what can I say, it’s a hot clip and it gave me sweet dreams 😉 Also in the original dream there was definitely some spanking involved on the part of our new ‘friend’ but I couldn’t really remember what happened so I left that part out. Feel free to add it in a comment!)