Masks are interesting things.
With this outfit, the only thing naked is my hands and the lower part of my face. I think I didn't have panties on either... but this was several months ago so I don't remember.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Half Nekkid Thursday: Masked Glory
I belong to a medieval/Renissance re-enactment group called the SCA. One of the events I go to each year is a masked ball.
Masks are interesting things.
With this outfit, the only thing naked is my hands and the lower part of my face. I think I didn't have panties on either... but this was several months ago so I don't remember.
Masks are interesting things.
With this outfit, the only thing naked is my hands and the lower part of my face. I think I didn't have panties on either... but this was several months ago so I don't remember.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Fiction: Putting on a Show
As soon as we get into the hotel room you ask me, “Do I think you have it in you to make me hard right now and aching to fill you?”
I think for a moment, and then smile and say, “I want to kiss you. First on your mouth.”
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I raise up onto my toes and let our tongues twist around each other. Then my mouth drifts down with kisses and licks all the way over your body. I linger over spots that get a positive reaction from you. Then I kneel and start to lick your cock. I slide my wet tongue all over the head of your cock, getting the head wet enough to slip my lips over it and slowly swallow as much of your cock as I can.
You don’t say a word, but give a soft groan. I feel your fingers weave into my hair as you grip and hold my mouth at the angle that you like the best.
I use my fingers to gently caress your balls and then one hand to pump the base of your cock until you groan loudly and explode in my mouth, filling it with so much cum that it’s an effort to swallow every drop.
I look up at you and smile as you breathe deeply, “And that’s just for starters.”
Next I stand up and slowly start to take my clothes off. With what I’m wearing right now, that wouldn’t take too long normally, but I play it up. First I turn around and slide my sweater off from my shoulders. Then I slowly raise my dress up and over my head. The dress is black and long and slowly shows the pale skin of my legs, then my ass, then my back and finally my shoulders as I slide it off.
Then I turn back around to face you. I move back and stand next to the bed and reach behind to release my bra hooks, but leave the bra just hanging there for a moment while I run my hands over my skin. The cups of the bra gape slightly while I cup my breasts under the fabric.
With a shrug of my shoulders the straps slide down and I drop my hands to move the bra from my arms. I sit on the bed and just spend a minute caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples a little to make sure they’re hard. My hands move down to my panties and I stand up to push them over my hips and down my legs.
I shift and lay back on the bed. “Do you want a show, or do you want other things?”
The grin on your face and the light in your eyes is answer enough. A show it is.
I part my legs just a little, and raise up the pillows behind me just a little so I can see your reactions better.
I begin to caress my breasts again, letting my head fall back a little as I concentrate on the sensations. When my nipples are nice and hard again I keep one hand playing between then while I move one hand slowly down to my trimmed pussy. I part the lips gently and start rubbing my clit. My fingers trail down periodically to gather juices to keep everything lubricated.
The hand that had been playing with my breasts reaches under the pillows for a moment and comes out with a slender chain. I take the fingers from my clit and I lick them off so I can use both hands to put the clamps on my nipples. I hiss a little as the clamps bite down into my tender nipples, and then moan a little as the sensations settle into a throbbing presence.
Then my one hand goes back to my clit while the other makes its way down and I slide a finger into my pussy and start to fuck myself. After a few pumps, I take my finger out and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean before bringing it back down to fuck myself with it again. Soon I add a second finger and pause to taste my juices again.
My legs have parted so you can see everything; the fingers sliding around my hard clit, the fingers that move in and out of my pussy making everything wet. You can hear the wet sounds of my finger-fucking, and my soft moans. I close my eyes again as I feel the build up into an orgasm.
“Gods, this feels so good. But it would be better if it were you, instead of my fingers inside me. I’d love to have your tongue on my clit and your fingers fucking me. Taste my wet pussy yourself, like I tasted your cock. I want to feel your cock slide into my pussy. I want to feel you trusting in me. I want to feel your mouth and hands on my nipples and body. I want to cum around your cock.”
You can tell that I’m getting close; my fingers and hands slow down, and that my thighs are trembling just a little.
I open my eyes and look up to look into your face, to see that you have your camera out. My cheeks take on a pink tint that you’re recording this show.
So my hands slow down a little bit more, pausing to give you a chance for a camera shot. It takes off the urgency from my oncoming orgasm. I know that it means you won’t be touching me, at least until you feel like you’ve gotten enough pictures.
I bring the fingers that had been fucking my pussy up to my lips and slowly start licking the juices off, while I look into the camera and into the critical gaze behind it that’s looking for the right moments to capture.
With my cleaned fingers I take the chain between the nipple clamps and pull ever so slightly. My breath hisses in, my head falls back, and my eyes close against the renewed spiral from dull throbbing into sharper pain. My knees close up around my one hand a little too.
I slowly let go of the chain and let out my breath. My hand sneaks back under the pillow and as it comes out you see the purple cock shaped vibrator that I’ve used while we’ve chatted online in my hand.
“It’s always a good idea to have a backup.” I chuckle softly, and bring the rubbery head of the penis shaped vibe to my lips. I work it in and out of my mouth to wet it; it’s a little easier than swallowing your cock because it’s a bit thinner. Once it’s wet and glistening I bring it down to my pussy and slowly start to sink it into my cunt.
I slowly fuck myself with the vibe with the power off for a few strokes, then reach down to turn it on low.
I make sure that the strokes of the vibe in my pussy are slow and long. The fingers on my clit make slow circles around the hard little nub, and move down every so often to gather juices that drawn out by the vibe moving in my cunt.
You finally speak, for the first time in a while.
“Thirty seconds on my mark.”
I groan, and nod. I turn up the speed on the vibrator as I plant my feet firmly on the mattress and wait for your command.
“Mark. 30...”
As you count down, I fuck myself as fast and hard as I can with the vibe. I don’t bother with the fingers on my clit because of the speed and force that I’m fucking myself with the vibe.
I’m shaking by the time you get down to 18. I’m trying to hold off the orgasm building in my body and I know it’s going to be a tough thing to do. I was really close when I had spoken earlier.
When you’re down to 5 I think I’ll be able to hold off the orgasm just that few seconds more, but my body is screaming for release. I’m gasping and moaning, but trying to keep quiet enough to hear your countdown.
“3...”
“2...”
“1... Pull the chain.”
My free hand, which had been gripping the bed cover in a vain attempt to hold things together flies up to the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls outward. The sudden wash of sharp pain throws me over the edge and I cry out as I crash into a hard and powerful orgasm.
My legs clamp up and my eyes scrunch closed. My hips move around the vibe that I’m holding still and the hand on the chain between my nipples is trembling.
My head raises and falls back onto the bed and my legs drop like weights, parting again. I switch off the vibe but leave it in my pussy as it still pulses around the purple hard jelly. The hand on the chain gently holds it down to my chest so that there’s a lot of slack.
I slowly open my eyes and look at you.
I enjoy the look on your face, the glint in your eyes as you look over the camera, and the cock standing in appreciation at the show I just gave you.
I smile a little, and slowly pull out the vibrator from my abused pussy. I proceed to lick my juices off of it, very very slowly while looking at you all of the time. I then set it aside and shift gradually to kneel up. I raise my hands up to my breasts to remove the clamps and I see you shake your head. “Keep them on.”
My head cocks to the side for a second at your tone and then I rest back on my heels while kneeling and cross my wrists behind my back. “I have a selection of the rest of my gear here, if you require it Sir.”
You set down the camera and cross over to the bed, taking a hold the hair at the top of my neck. You pull my head back so I can see the wide and wild look in your eyes. “Where is it?”
I shudder at the tone, the clear look of lust and dominance in your eyes, the sudden completeness of your dominating presence again. “It is in the black suitcase in the closet, Sir. The gear is at the bottom of the case, Sir.”
You release my hair and grab the suitcase. The clothing on the top of the gear is dropped onto the floor. You look at the pieces at the case and sneer a little. “You have a meager selection, lass. Lets see what we can do with it.”
First you come over with the collar and cuffs (both wrists and ankles) and quickly put them on. You clip my wrists and ankles together behind my back, while I’m still kneeling. You make sure that you don’t touch the chain on the nipple clamps.
You take the vibrator from the bed and set it with the rest of the gear onto the bedside table. There is a soft leather flogger, a knife, a small anal plug, and a little bullet vibrator.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now... where would you pick up the fantasy?????
[yes, it is written as if a guy what the audience/other participant.... but things could be arranged for it to be a woman, or for a woman to come in...]
I think for a moment, and then smile and say, “I want to kiss you. First on your mouth.”
To read the who store, click on Whole Post
I raise up onto my toes and let our tongues twist around each other. Then my mouth drifts down with kisses and licks all the way over your body. I linger over spots that get a positive reaction from you. Then I kneel and start to lick your cock. I slide my wet tongue all over the head of your cock, getting the head wet enough to slip my lips over it and slowly swallow as much of your cock as I can.
You don’t say a word, but give a soft groan. I feel your fingers weave into my hair as you grip and hold my mouth at the angle that you like the best.
I use my fingers to gently caress your balls and then one hand to pump the base of your cock until you groan loudly and explode in my mouth, filling it with so much cum that it’s an effort to swallow every drop.
I look up at you and smile as you breathe deeply, “And that’s just for starters.”
Next I stand up and slowly start to take my clothes off. With what I’m wearing right now, that wouldn’t take too long normally, but I play it up. First I turn around and slide my sweater off from my shoulders. Then I slowly raise my dress up and over my head. The dress is black and long and slowly shows the pale skin of my legs, then my ass, then my back and finally my shoulders as I slide it off.
Then I turn back around to face you. I move back and stand next to the bed and reach behind to release my bra hooks, but leave the bra just hanging there for a moment while I run my hands over my skin. The cups of the bra gape slightly while I cup my breasts under the fabric.
With a shrug of my shoulders the straps slide down and I drop my hands to move the bra from my arms. I sit on the bed and just spend a minute caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples a little to make sure they’re hard. My hands move down to my panties and I stand up to push them over my hips and down my legs.
I shift and lay back on the bed. “Do you want a show, or do you want other things?”
The grin on your face and the light in your eyes is answer enough. A show it is.
I part my legs just a little, and raise up the pillows behind me just a little so I can see your reactions better.
I begin to caress my breasts again, letting my head fall back a little as I concentrate on the sensations. When my nipples are nice and hard again I keep one hand playing between then while I move one hand slowly down to my trimmed pussy. I part the lips gently and start rubbing my clit. My fingers trail down periodically to gather juices to keep everything lubricated.
The hand that had been playing with my breasts reaches under the pillows for a moment and comes out with a slender chain. I take the fingers from my clit and I lick them off so I can use both hands to put the clamps on my nipples. I hiss a little as the clamps bite down into my tender nipples, and then moan a little as the sensations settle into a throbbing presence.
Then my one hand goes back to my clit while the other makes its way down and I slide a finger into my pussy and start to fuck myself. After a few pumps, I take my finger out and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean before bringing it back down to fuck myself with it again. Soon I add a second finger and pause to taste my juices again.
My legs have parted so you can see everything; the fingers sliding around my hard clit, the fingers that move in and out of my pussy making everything wet. You can hear the wet sounds of my finger-fucking, and my soft moans. I close my eyes again as I feel the build up into an orgasm.
“Gods, this feels so good. But it would be better if it were you, instead of my fingers inside me. I’d love to have your tongue on my clit and your fingers fucking me. Taste my wet pussy yourself, like I tasted your cock. I want to feel your cock slide into my pussy. I want to feel you trusting in me. I want to feel your mouth and hands on my nipples and body. I want to cum around your cock.”
You can tell that I’m getting close; my fingers and hands slow down, and that my thighs are trembling just a little.
I open my eyes and look up to look into your face, to see that you have your camera out. My cheeks take on a pink tint that you’re recording this show.
So my hands slow down a little bit more, pausing to give you a chance for a camera shot. It takes off the urgency from my oncoming orgasm. I know that it means you won’t be touching me, at least until you feel like you’ve gotten enough pictures.
I bring the fingers that had been fucking my pussy up to my lips and slowly start licking the juices off, while I look into the camera and into the critical gaze behind it that’s looking for the right moments to capture.
With my cleaned fingers I take the chain between the nipple clamps and pull ever so slightly. My breath hisses in, my head falls back, and my eyes close against the renewed spiral from dull throbbing into sharper pain. My knees close up around my one hand a little too.
I slowly let go of the chain and let out my breath. My hand sneaks back under the pillow and as it comes out you see the purple cock shaped vibrator that I’ve used while we’ve chatted online in my hand.
“It’s always a good idea to have a backup.” I chuckle softly, and bring the rubbery head of the penis shaped vibe to my lips. I work it in and out of my mouth to wet it; it’s a little easier than swallowing your cock because it’s a bit thinner. Once it’s wet and glistening I bring it down to my pussy and slowly start to sink it into my cunt.
I slowly fuck myself with the vibe with the power off for a few strokes, then reach down to turn it on low.
I make sure that the strokes of the vibe in my pussy are slow and long. The fingers on my clit make slow circles around the hard little nub, and move down every so often to gather juices that drawn out by the vibe moving in my cunt.
You finally speak, for the first time in a while.
“Thirty seconds on my mark.”
I groan, and nod. I turn up the speed on the vibrator as I plant my feet firmly on the mattress and wait for your command.
“Mark. 30...”
As you count down, I fuck myself as fast and hard as I can with the vibe. I don’t bother with the fingers on my clit because of the speed and force that I’m fucking myself with the vibe.
I’m shaking by the time you get down to 18. I’m trying to hold off the orgasm building in my body and I know it’s going to be a tough thing to do. I was really close when I had spoken earlier.
When you’re down to 5 I think I’ll be able to hold off the orgasm just that few seconds more, but my body is screaming for release. I’m gasping and moaning, but trying to keep quiet enough to hear your countdown.
“3...”
“2...”
“1... Pull the chain.”
My free hand, which had been gripping the bed cover in a vain attempt to hold things together flies up to the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls outward. The sudden wash of sharp pain throws me over the edge and I cry out as I crash into a hard and powerful orgasm.
My legs clamp up and my eyes scrunch closed. My hips move around the vibe that I’m holding still and the hand on the chain between my nipples is trembling.
My head raises and falls back onto the bed and my legs drop like weights, parting again. I switch off the vibe but leave it in my pussy as it still pulses around the purple hard jelly. The hand on the chain gently holds it down to my chest so that there’s a lot of slack.
I slowly open my eyes and look at you.
I enjoy the look on your face, the glint in your eyes as you look over the camera, and the cock standing in appreciation at the show I just gave you.
I smile a little, and slowly pull out the vibrator from my abused pussy. I proceed to lick my juices off of it, very very slowly while looking at you all of the time. I then set it aside and shift gradually to kneel up. I raise my hands up to my breasts to remove the clamps and I see you shake your head. “Keep them on.”
My head cocks to the side for a second at your tone and then I rest back on my heels while kneeling and cross my wrists behind my back. “I have a selection of the rest of my gear here, if you require it Sir.”
You set down the camera and cross over to the bed, taking a hold the hair at the top of my neck. You pull my head back so I can see the wide and wild look in your eyes. “Where is it?”
I shudder at the tone, the clear look of lust and dominance in your eyes, the sudden completeness of your dominating presence again. “It is in the black suitcase in the closet, Sir. The gear is at the bottom of the case, Sir.”
You release my hair and grab the suitcase. The clothing on the top of the gear is dropped onto the floor. You look at the pieces at the case and sneer a little. “You have a meager selection, lass. Lets see what we can do with it.”
First you come over with the collar and cuffs (both wrists and ankles) and quickly put them on. You clip my wrists and ankles together behind my back, while I’m still kneeling. You make sure that you don’t touch the chain on the nipple clamps.
You take the vibrator from the bed and set it with the rest of the gear onto the bedside table. There is a soft leather flogger, a knife, a small anal plug, and a little bullet vibrator.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now... where would you pick up the fantasy?????
[yes, it is written as if a guy what the audience/other participant.... but things could be arranged for it to be a woman, or for a woman to come in...]
Friday, August 25, 2006
Poem: Yes My Queen
My beautiful boyo.
Hold your hands right there.
Keep your eyes closed.
Hold still as I run this across your skin.
Shhhh... hold it all in.
No sound.
Feel everything I enjoy doing to you.
Mine.
Your face screws into weird shapes for minutes while you try to hold all the reactions in because I've told you to.
I love the struggle in your face.
No words, but you can use your voice now.
I love the abandoned sounds that rip from your throat.
Each time it is it's different and the same.
What I do to you is different.
Collar or no collar.
Knife or ice.
Orders to obey or sensations to endure.
Silent blindness or vocal sight.
The love and the pride and the honor at your willingness to be my boyo is the same.
And when I allow you to speak, and given an order, your answer is always the same.
"Yes, my Queen."
Hold your hands right there.
Keep your eyes closed.
Hold still as I run this across your skin.
Shhhh... hold it all in.
No sound.
Feel everything I enjoy doing to you.
Mine.
Your face screws into weird shapes for minutes while you try to hold all the reactions in because I've told you to.
I love the struggle in your face.
No words, but you can use your voice now.
I love the abandoned sounds that rip from your throat.
Each time it is it's different and the same.
What I do to you is different.
Collar or no collar.
Knife or ice.
Orders to obey or sensations to endure.
Silent blindness or vocal sight.
The love and the pride and the honor at your willingness to be my boyo is the same.
And when I allow you to speak, and given an order, your answer is always the same.
"Yes, my Queen."
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Half Nekkid Thursday: Looking with a Dark and Gothy eye
I love sometimes haunt the goth scene... especially when and where the Cruxshadows are playing. I will dress up for the occassion.
This is part of a shot of me from my first CXS concert, not quite a year ago.
I love how the flash gave me an extra circle of light right in the center in this shot.
(All the darkness is from eye liner and an eyebrow pencil.)
This is part of a shot of me from my first CXS concert, not quite a year ago.
I love how the flash gave me an extra circle of light right in the center in this shot.
(All the darkness is from eye liner and an eyebrow pencil.)Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I'm here...
...really I am.
Things have been crazy (between the usual work and visiting an aunt in the nursing home, and the unusual of my car not running properly and garages that can't find out what is wrong and work being *really* busy), so I'm not getting much of a chance for much of anything.
I am somehow managing quality time with all my lovers. Oni I visited over the weekend (I crash with him and his wife when I'm in the area to visit my aunt), Marnen came back from a wedding and last night we were able to relax, give each other backrubs with a nice spicy scented massage oil, and tonight I'm visiting Elf (even if a chance for fun doesn't happen it'll be good to hang out with him and the extended family he lives with anyway).
Things have been crazy (between the usual work and visiting an aunt in the nursing home, and the unusual of my car not running properly and garages that can't find out what is wrong and work being *really* busy), so I'm not getting much of a chance for much of anything.
I am somehow managing quality time with all my lovers. Oni I visited over the weekend (I crash with him and his wife when I'm in the area to visit my aunt), Marnen came back from a wedding and last night we were able to relax, give each other backrubs with a nice spicy scented massage oil, and tonight I'm visiting Elf (even if a chance for fun doesn't happen it'll be good to hang out with him and the extended family he lives with anyway).
Thursday, August 17, 2006
On the other hand...
Actually, this is the first full and photo... my right hand in fact. I had taken this pic to show Shon how empty it was and to convince him to give me a paddle to put into it.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Unequal Attentions
I seem to have a problem with phone sex at times. Actually, it's not just phone sex. It's any time when I'm the center of attention, but I'm the only one who gets off.
Because of how things go at times, I'm talking with one of my lovers on the phone and getting dirty. I'm alone in my bed or the computer room and touching myself. I may have a toy with me, or I may be just using my fingers on my clit and dipping into my pussy. Within the discussion, whether he's telling me what to do and how and when to do it, or if he's just teasing me with what he could be doing with me and what I'd be doing with him... I can have an orgasm (or several), even pretty spectacular ones.
It's even happened when I'm with someone, and we're making out and he has a hand down my panties and is caressing my clit, whispering in my ear while his other hand tweaks my nipple.
But my lover can't touch himself. He's in the car, or otherwise in a position where he can't "take matters into his own hands." If we're actually together, it's a stolen moment before we have to get back to the rest of our lives (namely a wife for him and/or a fiance for me).
It just seems wrong to be the only one having the pleasure... it makes me feel like I've used my partner.
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Funny, I can be there while he gets off and I don't and I do not feel cheated.
This happens with my fiance on a regular basis when I'm over-tired and can't get the blood going, but he's there with an erection that just wants to play. I touch him as he touches himself and sometimes even dominate him just that little bit which pleases him and gives me a little glow at pleasing him and controlling him.
This one sided-ness doesn't end up happening with my fiance much at all, just my other lovers. Marnen and I are not usually engaging in phone sex because he's home and I'm home and well... You don't need phone sex when you have the night together. Even at times when he's away for days, if we get the chance for phone sex he's in a hotel room alone and I'm alone too.
Recently, I have been avoiding phone sex because I know that it's hard to set it up so we're both able to come.
I need to hear his voice. I need to hear the commands and the teasing. I also need to hear his voice betray those signals of passion and his gasp and groan as he goes over the edge too.
My experience isn't set until he comes too. Which is actually true during sex as I think about it- in a way, things seem unfinished and my body doesn't shut off and go into the "ok, I'm done for now" state unless my partner has had an orgasm.
I think it's been mentioned as a possible real punishment to get me off and not let me bring the punisher to his completion.
[Note, in this I will keep saying "he", mainly because I don't have any lady lovers right now and I don't know what dynamic I'd have with one on stuff like this.]
Because of how things go at times, I'm talking with one of my lovers on the phone and getting dirty. I'm alone in my bed or the computer room and touching myself. I may have a toy with me, or I may be just using my fingers on my clit and dipping into my pussy. Within the discussion, whether he's telling me what to do and how and when to do it, or if he's just teasing me with what he could be doing with me and what I'd be doing with him... I can have an orgasm (or several), even pretty spectacular ones.
It's even happened when I'm with someone, and we're making out and he has a hand down my panties and is caressing my clit, whispering in my ear while his other hand tweaks my nipple.
But my lover can't touch himself. He's in the car, or otherwise in a position where he can't "take matters into his own hands." If we're actually together, it's a stolen moment before we have to get back to the rest of our lives (namely a wife for him and/or a fiance for me).
It just seems wrong to be the only one having the pleasure... it makes me feel like I've used my partner.
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Funny, I can be there while he gets off and I don't and I do not feel cheated.
This happens with my fiance on a regular basis when I'm over-tired and can't get the blood going, but he's there with an erection that just wants to play. I touch him as he touches himself and sometimes even dominate him just that little bit which pleases him and gives me a little glow at pleasing him and controlling him.
This one sided-ness doesn't end up happening with my fiance much at all, just my other lovers. Marnen and I are not usually engaging in phone sex because he's home and I'm home and well... You don't need phone sex when you have the night together. Even at times when he's away for days, if we get the chance for phone sex he's in a hotel room alone and I'm alone too.
Recently, I have been avoiding phone sex because I know that it's hard to set it up so we're both able to come.
I need to hear his voice. I need to hear the commands and the teasing. I also need to hear his voice betray those signals of passion and his gasp and groan as he goes over the edge too.
My experience isn't set until he comes too. Which is actually true during sex as I think about it- in a way, things seem unfinished and my body doesn't shut off and go into the "ok, I'm done for now" state unless my partner has had an orgasm.
I think it's been mentioned as a possible real punishment to get me off and not let me bring the punisher to his completion.
[Note, in this I will keep saying "he", mainly because I don't have any lady lovers right now and I don't know what dynamic I'd have with one on stuff like this.]
Friday, August 11, 2006
The Multiple Dom Dance
Shon asked me a question Tuesday. First of all, he’s really good at coming up with questions. Second, the questions he comes up with are questions that make you think… a lot.
It’s good to have friends like that.
Here’s the question: How does multiple BDSM work for you [Jaenelle]?
I currently have three lovers. There’s my fiancé, Marnen. We live together and we’re switches. So at times it’s me on top (like the other night *grin*) and sometimes he is. We’ve been together since December 2002.
My other two lovers Oni and Elf, both of whom are married and poly (and I do know their wives quite well- they’re both really close friends of mine). [Note I have Marnen’s permission to use his name, but I don’t have permission from my other lovers, so you get made up names. And I had to come up with something semi-appropriate.]
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They both live some distance from me. Oni lives about 1.5 hours away in the area I grew up and my family still lives and Elf lives about an hour away in the other direction. I end up seeing Oni about one or two weekends a month (it’s so often because I stay at his house when I’m up in that area and I’m there more often because I am the health care proxy for one of my aunts). Elf, if we’re lucky, about once a month.
Oni, with some input from his wife, is the person who introduced my body to BDSM. My mind had already encountered it but it took my friendship with him for me to be comfortable enough to ask him to help me move ideas into reality.
He used to threaten to bite me. And one day, it took me twenty minutes to ask him to follow up on that threat.
It felt so good.
I’ve known Oni since before I graduated college, so it was before 1999. Our relationship didn’t really add any physical/sexual tones to it until 2002 (by which point he was married).
Oni is definitely a Dom for me. Granted, each time we get together it’s not whips and chains. Sometimes we don’t even get to have quickie vanilla sex much less anything else. Hell, a couple of weeks ago I stayed at his house for 4 nights and didn’t get the chance to do more than hug and cuddle a little.
Oni is also responsible for me getting onto Blogger. He sent me a link to Shon’s Spanking Friends http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2006/05/fiction-spanking-friends.html story on alt.sex.stories.moderated. I followed the story to Blogger.
Elf, well at this point I wouldn’t say that he’s a capital-D-dom for me (as Wordslut put it). At least at this time. We definitely have kinky sex, and I think he’s growing into Dom patterns, but at this point it’s just kinky sex.
I’ve known Elf since 1993. We even dated (for the lack of a better term) then lived together for a couple of years before I changed colleges (and the living together thing was after the dating relationship ended). He moved away and got married, and after moving back into the area things started up again between us with the full blessing of his wife. I think this was back in 2002/2003
Pretty much, it works on a scene by scene basis. When I’m with Marnen, and we’re in a scene where he’s topping me, he’s my Dom and that’s it. If I’m with Oni and we’re in a scene, likewise. When I’m having kinky sex with Elf, I’m having kinky sex with Elf.
I’ve been tag team Dom-ed a couple of times, but that’s been Oni and his wife (who’s a sub to Oni but won’t submit to women, at all, no way). I actually have a tough time imagining any two of my lovers working together to dominate me- mainly because , they can get into pissing contests with each other over other things, so I'm not sure they'd get into a situation where they were both topping me at once.
Shon said that the pissing matches seem to be common in poly bdsm, because he thought that it’s hard for guys to just focus on the woman in front of them.
I’m not sure it’s that for my situation- let’s just say that I tend to be attracted to arrogant, know-it-all, pain-in-the-ass men who dislike the same characteristics in other people- which is something that I’ve told both of them to their faces.
Shon then asked me if my Doms go through a “reclaiming ritual” or a “You're Mine Now phase” when they have me if I’ve been with another in the meantime. I’m not sure. I know that Oni is very sure of himself and our feelings for each other, and he has what could be seen as the prior claim since he was the one who introduced me to BDSM. Marnen also is sure of himself/us because I live with him and we’re planning to get married. For Marnen, theirs is something of a “You're Mine Now phase,” but I think that comes from the fact of not only there being Oni in my life, but the fact he and I switch with each other so it’s more that he’s establishing himself as the top at that point.
One thing to bear in mind, I couldn't be a 24/7 sub, which I think helps a scene by scene approach work. I don’t want to be one anyway. My personality isn’t really suited for it and neither are my tastes and impulses as a switch. My life isn’t really set up for it either.
It’s good to have friends like that.
Here’s the question: How does multiple BDSM work for you [Jaenelle]?
I currently have three lovers. There’s my fiancé, Marnen. We live together and we’re switches. So at times it’s me on top (like the other night *grin*) and sometimes he is. We’ve been together since December 2002.
My other two lovers Oni and Elf, both of whom are married and poly (and I do know their wives quite well- they’re both really close friends of mine). [Note I have Marnen’s permission to use his name, but I don’t have permission from my other lovers, so you get made up names. And I had to come up with something semi-appropriate.]
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They both live some distance from me. Oni lives about 1.5 hours away in the area I grew up and my family still lives and Elf lives about an hour away in the other direction. I end up seeing Oni about one or two weekends a month (it’s so often because I stay at his house when I’m up in that area and I’m there more often because I am the health care proxy for one of my aunts). Elf, if we’re lucky, about once a month.
Oni, with some input from his wife, is the person who introduced my body to BDSM. My mind had already encountered it but it took my friendship with him for me to be comfortable enough to ask him to help me move ideas into reality.
He used to threaten to bite me. And one day, it took me twenty minutes to ask him to follow up on that threat.
It felt so good.
I’ve known Oni since before I graduated college, so it was before 1999. Our relationship didn’t really add any physical/sexual tones to it until 2002 (by which point he was married).
Oni is definitely a Dom for me. Granted, each time we get together it’s not whips and chains. Sometimes we don’t even get to have quickie vanilla sex much less anything else. Hell, a couple of weeks ago I stayed at his house for 4 nights and didn’t get the chance to do more than hug and cuddle a little.
Oni is also responsible for me getting onto Blogger. He sent me a link to Shon’s Spanking Friends http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2006/05/fiction-spanking-friends.html story on alt.sex.stories.moderated. I followed the story to Blogger.
Elf, well at this point I wouldn’t say that he’s a capital-D-dom for me (as Wordslut put it). At least at this time. We definitely have kinky sex, and I think he’s growing into Dom patterns, but at this point it’s just kinky sex.
I’ve known Elf since 1993. We even dated (for the lack of a better term) then lived together for a couple of years before I changed colleges (and the living together thing was after the dating relationship ended). He moved away and got married, and after moving back into the area things started up again between us with the full blessing of his wife. I think this was back in 2002/2003
Pretty much, it works on a scene by scene basis. When I’m with Marnen, and we’re in a scene where he’s topping me, he’s my Dom and that’s it. If I’m with Oni and we’re in a scene, likewise. When I’m having kinky sex with Elf, I’m having kinky sex with Elf.
I’ve been tag team Dom-ed a couple of times, but that’s been Oni and his wife (who’s a sub to Oni but won’t submit to women, at all, no way). I actually have a tough time imagining any two of my lovers working together to dominate me- mainly because , they can get into pissing contests with each other over other things, so I'm not sure they'd get into a situation where they were both topping me at once.
Shon said that the pissing matches seem to be common in poly bdsm, because he thought that it’s hard for guys to just focus on the woman in front of them.
I’m not sure it’s that for my situation- let’s just say that I tend to be attracted to arrogant, know-it-all, pain-in-the-ass men who dislike the same characteristics in other people- which is something that I’ve told both of them to their faces.
Shon then asked me if my Doms go through a “reclaiming ritual” or a “You're Mine Now phase” when they have me if I’ve been with another in the meantime. I’m not sure. I know that Oni is very sure of himself and our feelings for each other, and he has what could be seen as the prior claim since he was the one who introduced me to BDSM. Marnen also is sure of himself/us because I live with him and we’re planning to get married. For Marnen, theirs is something of a “You're Mine Now phase,” but I think that comes from the fact of not only there being Oni in my life, but the fact he and I switch with each other so it’s more that he’s establishing himself as the top at that point.
One thing to bear in mind, I couldn't be a 24/7 sub, which I think helps a scene by scene approach work. I don’t want to be one anyway. My personality isn’t really suited for it and neither are my tastes and impulses as a switch. My life isn’t really set up for it either.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
HNT: Would You Spank That?
Shon had a little contest for those following his Cell Phone Sex Slave series, where the prize was a paddle. He plans on giving out more as he gets them, but it was fun to have my fiance take this picture so I could send it in as part of my entry.
So... what would you do with this ass?
So... what would you do with this ass?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
First time with Hotel Sex
Incorrigible Girl started it...
The first time I had hotel sex was the morning after my senior prom. I went to the prom alone. My mom had dropped me off and picked me up from the venue. My fiancé of the time [I was young and stupid, but I got better. And it's not the fiance I have now, thank all the gods], wouldn't go to the prom with me even through I had offered to pay [that should have been a sign].
I forget the exact reason why we got the room, or why my brother was with us. We got the room probably because of the distance between the prom and my home (the prom was 2 counties or about 1.5 hrs away). There were two beds, so Mom and my brother slept in one bed, and the ex-fiancé and I slept in the other.
In the morning, when Mom and my brother went to get breakfast from McDonald's, the ex-fiancé and I ran into the bathroom and started the shower to cover the sounds of us fucking. Doggy style on the bathroom floor.
I was 18 and didn't know much about sex in practice... so it was good for the time. I've had *much* better sex since then.
We happened to finish both the sex and the shower just before my family got back to the hotel.
I still look for the hotel when I drive in that area. It's one of the little non-chain ones that never make much of an impression on your mind when you drive by them.
The first time I had hotel sex was the morning after my senior prom. I went to the prom alone. My mom had dropped me off and picked me up from the venue. My fiancé of the time [I was young and stupid, but I got better. And it's not the fiance I have now, thank all the gods], wouldn't go to the prom with me even through I had offered to pay [that should have been a sign].
I forget the exact reason why we got the room, or why my brother was with us. We got the room probably because of the distance between the prom and my home (the prom was 2 counties or about 1.5 hrs away). There were two beds, so Mom and my brother slept in one bed, and the ex-fiancé and I slept in the other.
In the morning, when Mom and my brother went to get breakfast from McDonald's, the ex-fiancé and I ran into the bathroom and started the shower to cover the sounds of us fucking. Doggy style on the bathroom floor.
I was 18 and didn't know much about sex in practice... so it was good for the time. I've had *much* better sex since then.
We happened to finish both the sex and the shower just before my family got back to the hotel.
I still look for the hotel when I drive in that area. It's one of the little non-chain ones that never make much of an impression on your mind when you drive by them.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Sitting at home with nothing to do...
My fiance is playing a Ren Faire today, so I'm home alone. My car has decided to be a pain, so I'm all alone and in the house... going between the computer and the bedroom. I've not taken the virbators out yet, just enjoying my fingers.
And if someone interesting comes on to chat with, I might do a bit more.
And if someone interesting comes on to chat with, I might do a bit more.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Fiction: The Hunt Part 1
I can see the glint in your eyes as you watch me dress.
When we had risen from the bed an hour ago, sweaty and panting, I had no idea that you were going to let me indulge in quite this way. My voice and body must have broadcasted my need for this as you held my hands above my head during the quick brutal fuck that you had thrown me down on the bed for, almost seconds after you entered the hotel room.
For you I am a good little submissive, or at least I try to be. However, you know that at times I need something completely different.
You had me shower alone, and first. While you showered I folded your clothes onto a chair and straightened out the sheets on the bed while I was still naked. I figured that you would probably keep me naked except for a collar and chains but the toy bag was still by the door.
I heard the water shut off and I ran back to the bathroom. You got out of the shower where I waited with a towel to dry you off, then you grinned at me and said one word.
"Hunt."
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My own smile must have split my face in two. I carefully dried you off, not letting my enthusiasm threaten your gift by failing in my duties. When I started to lick your cock you gripped my hair and held my head back.
"Not now, kitten. It's time to get dressed. I have a new club to take you to and we want to avoid getting stuck in line."
You released my head and I sighed "Yes, Sir," and finished my task of drying off your body.
I opened the closet where my clothes hung and carried a few items to the bed. I then put my suitcase on the bed and open it. You've always been amused at the little costume collection that I carry to these visits, and how versatile it is. Then again, my concentration in my theater degree was acting and costuming.
You opened your suitcase and took out your own clothes. You must have planned this in advance because you only packed that dark green shirt when you want to go hunting. So maybe is wasn't my own needs after all that prompted this night's plan.
So now I'm hooking up the thin black silk stockings to the garter belt, the seams straight dark lines against my pale skin, while you sit in a chair by the window watching me.
I dress as quickly and efficiently as possible, but with the best image and looks in mind. The stockings hooked up, I put on the good bra and slide the black dress over my head. As it's settling around my hips I reach for the green corset that closely matches your shirt. I put in on loosely for now.
I then grab my makeup bag and head for the bathroom. When I'm done with my makeup, which isn't an easy task because of my coloring, I quickly spin my hair up and set it in place with hair sticks.
I come back into the room and ask, "Could you help me with the corset, Sir?" You nod and I walk up to you and turn around so my back and the line of laces are presented to you. With sure and practiced tugs you snug the corset tight. You don't tighten it that extra bit, so I know to expect movement of some sort- probably a dance club.
I then grab my little boots (with a wider heel than most granny boots have) and sit on the bed to put them on. You grab your own dress shoes and put them on now that we're about to leave. I quickly transfer needed items into the green purse I made to match the corset and grab a cut velvet shawl. You take it from my hands and drape it around my shoulders, then offer me your arm.
We arrive at the club early. Although if you hadn't said that it was a club that we were going to, I wouldn't have known it by looking at the outside of the building. The area is an old warehouse and mill district, and most of the buildings were converted to offices and a banquet hall. The lot you pulled the car into was smoothly paved, and the building is very stark and utilitarian. The guy on the door looks more like a high tech guard then just a club doorman, and he nods at you like a regular as we approach the door.
The music is a soft throb in the darkened room. It takes me a minute to adjust my eyes as you lead me down a set of steps to the inside bouncer. He asks to see my id, but not yours. You must have checked this place out, and did so in such a way that they already know you. You take my shawl and hand it to the lady in the cloak room. I'm surprised to see her wearing a very thin but elegant camisole instead of a dress.
My gaze lingers over her as we move away and too the bar, and she smiles at the appreciation. Her curves are just right for me, and you follow my gaze and chuckle.
"Having fun already, kitten?" You sound amused.
"Just testing the waters a little."
I push myself onto a bar stool and ask for a glass of Merlot. While you stand next to me and order your own scotch, I turn to survey the hunting grounds.
It's fancy without being flashy. It's early in the night, so there's only a couple of girls on the floor dancing. Fine cloth barely covers them, so much so that I almost think I'm over-dressed.
I shudder a little as your warm and scotch scented breath teases my ear. "I have a table waiting, it has even a better view of the dance floor."
There's a ring of booths around the dance floor, each one so enclosed that it's almost like a room with three walls. The seats are wide with velvet covered cushions. There's enough space to even fuck if we wanted, and the only ones who could see us would be
the dancers, but the lighting is dark enough to make that difficult.
You take my wine glass and settle me into a seat, then you sit next to me and slide my glass over. A slender waitress comes over to the table and sets down a small platter of fruit and two bowls- one filled with a dark chocolate sauce and the other holding whipped cream.
I reach over to take a strawberry and you take my hand. "Not yet... dance for me, kitten, first."
Fortunately, one of my favorite songs comes on, and it's hard not to dance. I scoot out of the booth and take the couple of steps up to dance floor.
I begin to move.
I realize if I bend over right, you and anyone else in a booth can see what panties I'm wearing, and the tops of my stockings. So I make a note of the layout of the dance floor and where our booth is- so if I give a show it's for you.
So I give you a show. I turn and flow and stretch and grind with the music as it shifts from song to song.
I move along the floor, checking out each of the women. As time goes by, more women and some men join the dancing. Some notice my attention and try to come onto me, but they don't have the right moves for this sort of hunting.
I'm about ready to yield the floor and take a break when I spot the target. She is a luscious redhead with porcelain skin that just begs to be marked. She moves right, like me, but with the touch of shyness that I used to have. Her body has the right curves and her mouth just wants to be kissed. I approach her slowly, our movements blending into each other until we're dancing with one another.
I like how she moves, slow and steady with a fire smoldering under her skin.
My right hand rests on her hip as she turns to face away from me, but rests her back against me. I slowly turn us so that we're facing you. My hand snakes around from her hip to splay against her stomach and I gently bite her ear.
It's almost too easy, I think as she shudders a little against my hand.
This song ends, and I'm reluctant to pull away. "I'm Grace. Come to my table for a drink?"
When we had risen from the bed an hour ago, sweaty and panting, I had no idea that you were going to let me indulge in quite this way. My voice and body must have broadcasted my need for this as you held my hands above my head during the quick brutal fuck that you had thrown me down on the bed for, almost seconds after you entered the hotel room.
For you I am a good little submissive, or at least I try to be. However, you know that at times I need something completely different.
You had me shower alone, and first. While you showered I folded your clothes onto a chair and straightened out the sheets on the bed while I was still naked. I figured that you would probably keep me naked except for a collar and chains but the toy bag was still by the door.
I heard the water shut off and I ran back to the bathroom. You got out of the shower where I waited with a towel to dry you off, then you grinned at me and said one word.
"Hunt."
To read the rest of this part of the story, click on Whole Post
My own smile must have split my face in two. I carefully dried you off, not letting my enthusiasm threaten your gift by failing in my duties. When I started to lick your cock you gripped my hair and held my head back.
"Not now, kitten. It's time to get dressed. I have a new club to take you to and we want to avoid getting stuck in line."
You released my head and I sighed "Yes, Sir," and finished my task of drying off your body.
I opened the closet where my clothes hung and carried a few items to the bed. I then put my suitcase on the bed and open it. You've always been amused at the little costume collection that I carry to these visits, and how versatile it is. Then again, my concentration in my theater degree was acting and costuming.
You opened your suitcase and took out your own clothes. You must have planned this in advance because you only packed that dark green shirt when you want to go hunting. So maybe is wasn't my own needs after all that prompted this night's plan.
So now I'm hooking up the thin black silk stockings to the garter belt, the seams straight dark lines against my pale skin, while you sit in a chair by the window watching me.
I dress as quickly and efficiently as possible, but with the best image and looks in mind. The stockings hooked up, I put on the good bra and slide the black dress over my head. As it's settling around my hips I reach for the green corset that closely matches your shirt. I put in on loosely for now.
I then grab my makeup bag and head for the bathroom. When I'm done with my makeup, which isn't an easy task because of my coloring, I quickly spin my hair up and set it in place with hair sticks.
I come back into the room and ask, "Could you help me with the corset, Sir?" You nod and I walk up to you and turn around so my back and the line of laces are presented to you. With sure and practiced tugs you snug the corset tight. You don't tighten it that extra bit, so I know to expect movement of some sort- probably a dance club.
I then grab my little boots (with a wider heel than most granny boots have) and sit on the bed to put them on. You grab your own dress shoes and put them on now that we're about to leave. I quickly transfer needed items into the green purse I made to match the corset and grab a cut velvet shawl. You take it from my hands and drape it around my shoulders, then offer me your arm.
We arrive at the club early. Although if you hadn't said that it was a club that we were going to, I wouldn't have known it by looking at the outside of the building. The area is an old warehouse and mill district, and most of the buildings were converted to offices and a banquet hall. The lot you pulled the car into was smoothly paved, and the building is very stark and utilitarian. The guy on the door looks more like a high tech guard then just a club doorman, and he nods at you like a regular as we approach the door.
The music is a soft throb in the darkened room. It takes me a minute to adjust my eyes as you lead me down a set of steps to the inside bouncer. He asks to see my id, but not yours. You must have checked this place out, and did so in such a way that they already know you. You take my shawl and hand it to the lady in the cloak room. I'm surprised to see her wearing a very thin but elegant camisole instead of a dress.
My gaze lingers over her as we move away and too the bar, and she smiles at the appreciation. Her curves are just right for me, and you follow my gaze and chuckle.
"Having fun already, kitten?" You sound amused.
"Just testing the waters a little."
I push myself onto a bar stool and ask for a glass of Merlot. While you stand next to me and order your own scotch, I turn to survey the hunting grounds.
It's fancy without being flashy. It's early in the night, so there's only a couple of girls on the floor dancing. Fine cloth barely covers them, so much so that I almost think I'm over-dressed.
I shudder a little as your warm and scotch scented breath teases my ear. "I have a table waiting, it has even a better view of the dance floor."
There's a ring of booths around the dance floor, each one so enclosed that it's almost like a room with three walls. The seats are wide with velvet covered cushions. There's enough space to even fuck if we wanted, and the only ones who could see us would be
the dancers, but the lighting is dark enough to make that difficult.
You take my wine glass and settle me into a seat, then you sit next to me and slide my glass over. A slender waitress comes over to the table and sets down a small platter of fruit and two bowls- one filled with a dark chocolate sauce and the other holding whipped cream.
I reach over to take a strawberry and you take my hand. "Not yet... dance for me, kitten, first."
Fortunately, one of my favorite songs comes on, and it's hard not to dance. I scoot out of the booth and take the couple of steps up to dance floor.
I begin to move.
I realize if I bend over right, you and anyone else in a booth can see what panties I'm wearing, and the tops of my stockings. So I make a note of the layout of the dance floor and where our booth is- so if I give a show it's for you.
So I give you a show. I turn and flow and stretch and grind with the music as it shifts from song to song.
I move along the floor, checking out each of the women. As time goes by, more women and some men join the dancing. Some notice my attention and try to come onto me, but they don't have the right moves for this sort of hunting.
I'm about ready to yield the floor and take a break when I spot the target. She is a luscious redhead with porcelain skin that just begs to be marked. She moves right, like me, but with the touch of shyness that I used to have. Her body has the right curves and her mouth just wants to be kissed. I approach her slowly, our movements blending into each other until we're dancing with one another.
I like how she moves, slow and steady with a fire smoldering under her skin.
My right hand rests on her hip as she turns to face away from me, but rests her back against me. I slowly turn us so that we're facing you. My hand snakes around from her hip to splay against her stomach and I gently bite her ear.
It's almost too easy, I think as she shudders a little against my hand.
This song ends, and I'm reluctant to pull away. "I'm Grace. Come to my table for a drink?"
Thursday, August 03, 2006
HNT- The Better to Hear You With My Dear
Ears can be really sexy things. They allow you to hear the breathy whispers, the groans and moans, the shouts, and the hot and dirty words.
For some people they can be bitten, nipped at, or licked for additonal thrills.
here's one of my ears:
For some people they can be bitten, nipped at, or licked for additonal thrills.
here's one of my ears:
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Flashback to Pirate Week
I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean- Dead Man's Chest last night. Without AC at home, I decided to go see it so I could soak up some AC in the movie theater.
I want the next movie of the series to have been released YESTERDAY.
And I so want to be in Elizabeth's shoes. And for all of them to realize that polyamory is a good thing. Because while Elizabeth and Will are a great (and the expected) match, she's growing into someone that would be perfect for Jack. And she is attracted to him, and uses that attraction in a most piratical way- to Jack's delight. Will needs to realize that her attraction (and action) for Jack doesn't diminish what she feels for him. I have a feeling that Jack would be ready to share from the get go.
But it's Disney. While they did throw in the monkey wrench of mutal attraction and some actionbetween Elizabeth and Jack... she'll end up with Will. We know it.
And I want to be in Keira Knightley's shoes. She gets to kiss BOTH Johnny Depp AND Orlando Bloom.
And Orlando/Will gets 5 lashes across the back. He looks so good with his shirt ripped, then to have him tied up to get lashed..... *wipes away the drool*. Granted, I don't have much experience with a whip, but if I had a knife... oh what pretty patterns I could make...
And the next movie doesn't come out until some time NEXT YEAR!!!! *Jaenelle cries.*
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