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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.


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

I’m all happy today!

Some friends came over last night to cheer me up since I haven’t been able to go out much recently. We (they) played guitar and sang and we talked about all kinds of things. One of the guys had never met my boyfriend, Amor. He saw a picture of us on the wall and commented “He looks like a really nice guy.” Well, he is a really nice guy, that’s one of the first things I noticed about him when we started dating. I remember telling him on one of our first dates that it was so refreshing to meet a genuinely nice, caring guy. I got over the whole ‘bad boy’ thing after high school and really didn’t want to try that again. At the same time, I was pretty much ready to give up on BDSM and some of my kinkier fantasies because I just didn’t see how a nice guy could ever be into it. But here we are, three years later and submitting to Amor is the most natural feeling in the world…because he’s so nice! It’s the fact that I know he wants me to be safe and happy that I can let go completely. Not only can I let go, but his generosity makes me want to think of new ways to please him πŸ˜‰

Just wanted to share that little revelation ’cause it made me happy!

Randomly horny

I’ve always been a very sexual person. I masturbate a lot and I love to have sex. So that’s why it’s so hard for me to believe how incredibly horny I’ve been since starting this blog. I didn’t think it was possible to be much more into sex than I already was. But, for the past week I feel like all I’ve been doing is thinking about sex. Thinking about good sex I’ve had, fantasies that I have yet to live out, porn I like, sex toys I have and sex toys I want, how bad I need to feel a cock in my mouth right now…

It’s this blog. Everything I see I think “Oh, maybe I can write something about that!” and since this blog is about sex after all, that kind of thinking invariably leads to me getting horny and making myself cum. Not that I’m complaining. I’m starting to think maybe that’s what Amor had in mind when he suggested I start this blog. Well, since I’ve spent so much time over the past few days surfing for all things sex and kink related I thought I’d share some of my favorite links πŸ™‚

This photo is so sexy, but you can check out the whole site to find your favorite

These video clips are from a shoot with the incredibly sexy and kinky Tara Lynn Foxx. I *really really* want to try what she did in the coffee shop when I get my new toy πŸ˜‰

I’m loving this blog by Pygar for his interesting perspective on being a Dom. I’m a sucker for nice guys.

I’m drooling over these cuffs that you can use in the shower! But, I’m wondering whether they’re strong enough to hold me if I struggle. It just doesn’t feel right if I can get out of it! Anyone out there used these before?