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Snow day


All girls wish their boyfriends could read their minds. Well, Amor can’t yet, but we’re getting there. I just want to share a moment from my day that made me fall in love with my Amor all over again.

We slept in late this morning and since neither of us had anything to do, decided to spend the day lounging around the apartment. When we were finally up and about we decided to barter a shoulder rub for an omlette. Really, I would have made him breakfast anyway if he asked, but I’m not gonna turn down a massage! After our yummy breakfast (really, it was past lunch time) weย  snuggled up on the couch for that shoulder rub I was promised.

It was purely platonic, just a boyfriend giving his girlfriend a treat on their day off. I was really tense for some reason and his strong hands made me want to purr. Then, purely by accident, his hand brushed against my throat. Just for a second. Suddenly I was aware of his body surrounding me, of his hands on my neck and his kissable face so close to mine. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately started slipping toward sub space. I was wet in seconds. I don’t know what I did in those few seconds that let him know his happy, comfy girlfriend was turning into his horny little slut. But somehow he knew. And somehow, just the thought of how horny I was made him feel the same way. He kept working on my neck with one hand, but moved the other back to my throat, then down to my chest. He squeezed gently, then a bit more roughly. He pushed aside my tank top and bra and squeezed my hard nipple, making me gasp and shudder. I could feel his hard-on growing as he watched me wanting him.

We were too turned on to bother with things like taking off our clothes. Somewhere on the way to the bed I lost my pants and his were barely below his has ass when he climbed on top of me. As soon as I felt him slip inside me I started bucking my hips, grinding myself on his cock. He loves watching my fuck myself like that and sat back on his heals to enjoy the view. He watched me bring myself closer and closer to the edge until I was crazy with the need to cum. Then, he pushed himself down on top of me and rode me hard, pushing his big cock into me at that perfect angle. I love it when he tells me to cum, almost as much as I love it when he fucks me so hard I can’t help it anyway. I got both that time and, with a moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear, I came. And came. And before I was done cumming I was already wrapping my legs around him, begging for more. It didn’t take him long to cum after all that, and the satisfied smile on his face as we laid down for a nap made me feel like such a good girl as I drifted off to dreams of more orgasms.

When I woke up from those dreams still horny, Amor was more than happy to take care of it again ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m taking a little break now to write this and make dinner (two meals in one day!) and then I think I’ll have to make him cum again. I just can’t get enough of the look on his face when he’s cumming inside me.

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Please, may I suck your cock? (Part 2)


Well, clearly we worked things out after that frustrating night, otherwise I would have had more time to write ๐Ÿ˜‰ In fact, the very next evening we had what I like to think of as an ‘aha!’ moment. We’ve had plenty of those moments in our relationship: when I realized he really wasn’t freaked out by my kinks, when he realized I really did love sucking his cock, when we both realized how much fun public play could be…So here’s a new one for our collection:

On the Sunday before Christmas, still at his parents’ house (but with fewer people around), still on my period, and still upset about the night before I decided to take out my frustration by sucking his cock. In case you haven’t caught on, I love to give blow jobs. I had been thinking about his cock all day and as soon as we closed our door for the night I was ready to take him. I guess he was thinking along the same lines because before I could say or do anything he was kissing me and pulling off my clothes. But, this time I wasn’t just going to sit around and do what he wanted, I was pissed off. You’d think I’d do something mean, but no, all I really wanted was to have his cock fill my throat until everything else in the world disappeared. So I helped him with his clothes and got on top of him so my head was above his erection. I started hungrily licking the head, the shaft, his balls, anything I could find, popping him into my mouth for a second sucking him off, then back to licking, kissing, sucking again. You can tell the difference between a girl who just wants to give a good blowjob and a girl who needs to suck cock right now or she’ll die. Yea, I was the latter.

I bounced my head on his cock, licking the underside of his cock, flicking my tongue across the tip every so often just to hear his reaction. He had his fingers in my hair, not guiding me, not hurting me, just letting me know that he could. I don’t usually choke if I can control when I take him into my throat, but his size makes the last inch really hard to push in. Not because of the gag reflex, but literally because I can’t get it past the narrow part of my throat. I had only managed it on a few occasions before but I was determined to do it again that night. Don’t ask me why, it was just there and I wanted it inside me.

He saw my neck was getting a bit tired and decided to help me out – ’cause he’s such a nice guy ๐Ÿ˜‰ Standing up he pulled my head to the edge of the bed so I could take him from a new angle. But, now I didn’t have gravity on my side helping me push onto him. He watched me struggle for a few minutes, starting up at him while I tried to swallow his cock. Steadying my head with both hands he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I loosened my jaw to accept him as he slowly worked himself deeper into my mouth. Then deeper into my throat. He was face-fucking me faster now and I was starting to get dizzy from the lack of air. Losing my focus I gagged. He pulled out to let me recover. “Are you ok?” He asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled through my tears and nodded, taking the tip of his cock back into my mouth. He let me suck him like that for a few seconds before he felt sure enough to start pushing into me again. Over and over I took him as deep as I could, until I couldn’t anymore. Over and over he made sure I was ok before starting again.

To give me a bit longer break, or maybe because he was getting tired of standing, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling over my chest. He stroked himself for a while there, again asking if I was ok and if I wanted to keep going. I always thought that would be a turn off, but coming from him, in that loving voice it made me want him even more. I answered by licking and sucking his balls, smiling up at him every time I let them go. I took a deep breath as he lifted my head up to the tip of his cock. He pulled my head toward him so that his cock was half way in my mouth and there was no way for me to pull away…as if I wanted to. He started thrusting into me again, deeper and deeper until he was as far as he could go. I could feel his balls on my chin as he moved his hips to get more leverage. Then he stopped. Balls deep in my mouth, he stopped. With his cock down my throat I couldn’t breath. With his body on my chest and his hands holding my head to him, I couldn’t move. Instead of panicking and trying to push him off, I opened my throat just a little bit more and he pushed all the way inside me. My head was swimming, probably partly from lack of oxygen, but mostly because I had completely given up control. I was as far into subspace as I could imagine, all I could think of was his cock in my mouth, nothing else mattered. I’m sure that moment lasted only a second or two, but it felt like forever.

He pulled out again and I gasped for breath as he held me just an inch or so from the tip of his cock. Again he asked if I was ok. I don’t think I answered, I don’t think I could, but I smiled and made to take him into my mouth again. And that’s when it clicked. Somehow he internalized what I had said about how much I love to suck his cock. He was no longer worried about whether I wanted this or not, he was going to cum in my throat and he knew I was going to like it. So he fucked my face, chocking me with his cock and giving me only a few seconds to recover. Tears were pouring down my face now from suppressing my gag reflex, but neither of us cared. I stroked his cock with my tongue as he fucked me, sucking and swallowing as much as I could, begging him with my eyes to unload down my throat.

And when he did, it was as good as I imagined. I felt his hot cum on the back of my throat as his cock pulsed on top of my tongue. He held me there, my face pressed against his abs until he had spilled ever drop of cum. He pulled out without letting go of my head and as I felt his head pass my lips I gratefully licked him clean.


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.


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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

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 ๐Ÿ™‚

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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

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?


Please, may I suck your cock?


I never understood girls who wouldn’t sleep with a guy but would go down on him. You know, the girl-next door type that’s saving herself for marriage or just wants to make sure she’s really in love before she ‘gives it up.’ But, either because her boyfriend convinces her or because she’s desperate to somehow express her sexuality, she agrees to go down on him. I don’t mean to judge, if that works for you great. But, personally I never thought you had to be in love to have sex and I definitely didn’t consider waiting until marriage. So for me giving head was something that came after I lost my virginity. To be honest, before I tried it I was expecting it to be more or less an unpleasant experience. Lucky (or unlucky?) for me, my boyfriend at that time was perfectly happy with plain old sex and didn’t really care one way or the other about getting a BJ on top of it. Well, being the experimental teenager that I was, I decided to try it anyway, just for the hell of it. At least then I could say I’d done it. I’ll admit that I was absolutely terrible at it the first time, but that’s not the point. The point is that I had discovered one of the most gratifying sexual experiences I could imagine.

As a natural submissive my biggest sexual desire is to please my partner. Of course, what guy doesn’t love a simple old-fashioned roll in the sack? So why doesn’t that fulfill my need to please the same way that a good blowjob does? Well, when we’re having sex the pleasure is mutual and the sensations in my own body fight to pull my attention from the beautifully submissive feeling of pleasing my partner. But, when I have his cock in my mouth I can concentrate on how hard he’s getting, I can listen to his breathing change and to the little sounds he makes to let me know he’s enjoying himself, I can look up at his face and see the raw emotion there. I can explore every inch of his cock with my tongue and my lips because I want to know him better than he knows himself. Because I love him and I want to devote myself to him, to submit to him and please him in ways he never knew possible.

Strange as it might sound, there you have it. I don’t think that you have to be in love to have sex, but only the deepest sort of connection would motive me to take your cock in my mouth. For me, that’s the ultimate submission, more than letting you tie me up, spank me, or order me around: getting down on my knees and taking you deep into my throat is how I show you that I am truly yours.

And while we’re on the subject of blow-jobs, I thought you might like a naughty little tidbit about how I like to give them. My favorite way to take a cock in my mouth is on my knees, while he’s sitting comfortably on the couch. Practically, it allows for a good angle for deep-throating while at the same time giving me (and him I’m guessing) a good view. Also, although I’m not obsessed with kneeling and crawling, I do like the feeling of being at his feet, worshiping his cock while he reclines. I would love (but haven’t yet had the nerve to set up) to do this while he’s busy watching tv or something like that. I would love to sit there on my knees and lick and suck his cock casually for as long as he wanted. Not sucking hard and fast trying to get him cumming, just a gentle reminder of what else I can do for him when he’s done doing whatever.