Because of Becca…

I came while bent over my bathroom vanity this morning. I will start at the beginning.

One of the many sacrifices I made with the career change was giving up my weekly massage. It was difficult, but my chiropractor tamed the change in three ways. One. Becca is kind of hot. Two. My insurance pays Becca. Three. Becca massages low.

My masseuse Angie was wonderful, and as massages go, my time with Angie could be described as fairly intimate. I would walk in strip, and Angie would do magical things to my body.

Until Becca my experiences with chiropractors were cold. I saw them post car-wreck, they would put me in room, attach the electro-pads to me, tug, push, make me crack, and send me on my way.

Becca was noticeably different from the first time she pulled my panties down to massage my lower back. I didn’t mind the electro-pads, tugs, pushes, and cracking from Becca because each session ended with my feelings as if I’d enjoyed a ‘half-body massage’ instead of an ‘adjustment’.

Now that I am off for the summer, my morning routine has changed, and I get to enjoy watching Jackson move around as he prepares for this day. This morning we were in a heated debate about Labor Day weekend; I am dreading spending it in Hilton Head with his family. No- with his mother. I digress. Walking out of the bathroom I flippantly declared,”thank god I am going to Becca today, she can work off this tension in my neck.” I couldn’t stop my footsteps fast enough as I felt his hand grab and then wrap around a fist-full of my hair. This is when time seems to slow a bit. My pulse quickens. I am suddenly hyper aware, because I feel the change.

I am not often the bratty type I swear. This morning though, I was irritated. So when he asked if I was going to Becca so she could make me feel good, I looked straight ahead as his grip tightened against my scalp, the thrill sending tingles throughout my body, and I said “she is going to make me feel great”. I knew what I was doing, but to be honest, it was fun. What happened after was even more fun.

As if my hair was a leash Jackson pulled, and I stepped backwards towards him my back flush with his chest. My breathing betraying all attempts to hide my arousal as he lowered his head to rest on my shoulder momentarily before trailing his tongue up past my neck to my ear.

“Does Becca make you feel this?” He inquired in a whisper.

“No Sir.” I responded, barely audible. His left hand circled me, caging me in, and then drifted, agonizingly slowly under my blue teddy, past my mound and directly into my heat. He turned us so that we faced the large vanity mirror.

“Look at you. What about now? Does Becca make you feel like this?” He said harshly in my ear. His fingers curved hitting that perfect spot. My head falling back against his chest, as he released my hair to allow his right hand to circle my clit. Losing proper function of my legs, I reached out with both hands against the vanity to support myself.

“No Sir she doesn’t.” I admitted via half moan, closing my  eyes as my hips began to rock forward against his hand, and backwards against his cock.

“Really, open your eyes, look at yourself. You are humping my hand. Can Becca make you feel this?” He asked again as he withdrew his fingers from inside me. I moaned in protest, and he quickly unsheathed his cock before thrusting into me.

It is always so perfect the way he feels with that first thrust, my body quickly adapting. Throaty, raspy, moans, and pleas rip from my throat as he fucks me. Hard. Deliberate. Punishing. Thrusts.

“When you see Becca today, and she has her hands on you, I want you to remember this.” Each phrase punctuated by another breathtaking thrust inside me.

“Yes Sir.” I yelled silently begging for the release that was coming far too quickly.

“Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes please Sir”

Will Becca ever ask you that?”

I grunted in frustration. “No Sir. Please!” I begged as he intensified his assault on my clit.

“Come with me baby.” And beautiful little white spots burst behind my eyes, as he burst inside of me.

So when I was splayed along the table, and Becca pulled my panties down and out of her way, a soft moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t tell Becca it was all her fault that I sort of

looked like this

Kinky Sex Club

as I came while bent over my bathroom vanity this morning.

 

Bringing in the New Year

If you are a reader that has been with me since the beginning, you will know that I am madly in love with my husband Jackson. In the BDSM/Kink world, he and I probably have what could be considered a tame relationship. When we got married a few months ago I thought for some odd reason that my life would slow down. Well it didn’t. In fact it got crazier. This is how…

I met someone else. Not in the way most people would think reading those words, but it happened nonetheless. Now I have been known to have an attraction to another woman before. However that is always what it was. Friendship, and a physical attraction. With that being said I never considered myself bi-sexual. I simply enjoyed having sex with women in the past, and wasn’t completely against in the present or future.

Then I met her. I knew it was different from my first conversation with her. The vibe was different, the laughs were different, and I found myself dying to just touch her in more than the friendly embraces we adopted every day at lunch.

I started talking to Jackson about my feelings, how much it freaked me out that they were growing so quickly. Imagine my surprise when he suggested that I “see where it goes”. So, as any good subbie would do, I am following my Sir’s suggestion. I am going to see where it goes. Bringing in the New Year with uncharted new territory

Web of Ties~Pt. 2

Read Part 1

Sliding out of my pussy the dildo made a sloppy sound, and I could feel the juices seeping from my body. My head was reeling, how many times will she make me cum? I thought. Feeling Rachel’s lips encircling my clit, the words escaped my lips before I could stop them. “Rachel please! I need a minute.”

“You need a minute?”

“Yes just give me one minute.”

“Scream my name, and I will give you two.”

“I did scream your name,” I said panting.

Rachel’s head lifted, our eyes meeting, “No baby, not like that, you know how,” her head lowered again, blowing against my pussy “you know what I want to hear, I won’t stop until…” she trails off her tongue flicking my clit. My nails digging and clawing at the sheets on her bed. “How does it feel?”

“It feels good, baby you know it feels good, you always feel soooo good GOD”

“You’re getting close, again, I can feel it right here” she said sliding her fingers inside me hitting my spot.

“Ra…Rachel! Right there…YES Rachel!” I screamed as I came again my body a quivering display of weakness and pleasure. Smiling up at me she asked,

“Was that so hard?”

Before I could respond there was a knock on the door.

“Oh girls, I hate to interrupt but you need to wash up for dinner.”

“Thanks mom!” Rachel yelled after her irritated. I could feel the heat in my cheeks knowing Mrs. Rhodes hear us. I pulled Rachel up, kissing her deeply, thanking her for the day. Our tongues playing a game of tag and seek, tasting myself on her lips. She broke away grinning, “To the shower, I want to watch you unravel one more time before dinner.”

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“Dinner was great Helen I had no idea Rachel was a fan of Greek food. I have a feeling I am going to learn a lot about her on this visit.”

“Oh if you want stories dear, I have them, “her mother exclaimed clapping.

Charles chimed in “Maybe you shouldn’t be so anxious to embarrass your daughter Helen.”

“Oh but this is my job as a parent, to embarrass her in front of the boyfriend, well girlfriend excuse me.” She giggled.

I was falling for Rachel’s mother already. She was bright and fun loving. Full of life and joy. I could see where Rachel gets it from. I silently wished my family could be so loving, so accepting of this life I’ve chosen. My thoughts are interrupted by Charles.

“So I hear you and Rachel are planning to paint this small town red tonight.”

I glance at Rachel, my eyebrows raised, “painting it red, oh I don’t know about all that sir. I do want to go dancing though. I may be able to drag your daughter onto the dance floor for a few songs.”

“You’re a dancer?” Helen asked placing far too big of a piece of pound cake in front of me.

“Occasionally.” I smile “I wouldn’t call myself a dancer though, every once in a while on the weekend, at special events, weddings and such. I do love line dancing though.”

“Oh Gina, you will have to teach our daughter, that girl has two left feet.”

“Well from whom did I get these two left feet mother?”

“We are not talking about me my dear.”

“Of course not mother.” Taking Rachel’s hand in mine, caressing it with the back of my thumb calming her. She has such a hot cold relationship with her mother, I can’t quite figure it out.

“You girls go ahead and get out of here. I hope Rachel continues to show you a good time Gina.”

My eyes shot to his catching his meaning. “Thank you Charles, I am sure we will have fun.” We headed back to Rachel’s room, and she threw on this green dress, that made her red hair glow. I love touching it, and can’t resist, my fingers are drawn to it. I reach out for it, pulling her head to me again to kiss those perfect lips.

“Uh Uh, I can tell what you’re thinking, later.”

“Promise?” I said threw narrowed eyes and a grin.

“Promise. That blue looks great on you by the way. Now grab your purse we are going to be late.”

“Late for what?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out,” she said as we walked out the door.

Four More Years!

I had a few by-laws of my own when I started this blog. One was to keep politics out of it. Rules are meant to be broken right? I got a great laugh from this poem  I thought it was amazing fun. Especially so because of the writer a WWII veteran Mr. Ralph Maxwell. Enjoy!

Wherefore Art Thou Mitt Romney

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

You flip-flop here, you flip-flop there,

You flip-flop almost ev’rywhere.

You ballyhoo what you’re gonna do

And then you pull a switcheroo;

You now malign what you found fine;

Seems like you’ve got a jellyfish spine.

Obamacare, by you begun,

Now you’d trash it on day one.

Gun control you did extol,

But now you’re preaching decontrol.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

We’ve got no clue what you will do

Or what new view you’ll pander to.

Time was you championed women’s choice,

But you no longer heed their voice;

On gay rights, too, guess you withdrew

Support they once enjoyed from you.

Global warming, EPA,

Immigration, minimum pay,

Roe V. Wade, also fair trade,

All joined your flip-flop cavalcade.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O Wherefore art thou, Mitt Romney?

So many things that you were for

You’ve turned against and slammed the door.

Stimulus and cap and trade,

Education, foreign aid,

Campaign reform, tarp rescues, too,

All victims of your switcheroo.

You take your stand on shifting sand,

We never know where you will land;

You vacillate, you fabricate,

A wishy-washy candidate.

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou Mitt Romney?

As gov’nor you let taxes rise,

Now ev’ry tax you demonize.

You say regardless of the facts

You’d take an axe to the millionaire’s tax;

You’d feed the greed of the richest few

The poor and middle class you’d screw.

Your tax returns you hide from view

What evil lurks there we’ve no clue;

If they’re not bad why hesitate?

Is it that they incriminate?

O, Romney-O, Romney-O, Wherefore art thou Mitt Romney?

At Bain you plundered with a flair

And walked away a zillionaire.

You shipped off-shore, good jobs galore

To China, India, Singapore;

A job creator you are not.

And to boast you are is tommyrot.

As a total fraud, Mitt’s got no peer;

What we must do is crystal clear:

Let’s give Obama four more years!

Yes, it’s Obama – four more years!

FOUR MORE YEARS!

FOUR MORE YEARS!

FOUR MORE YEARS!

Web of Ties~Pt. 1

Walking through the front door of her house I was nervous to meet Rachel’s family. Rachel said her family had no qualms about the lifestyle I was now apart of my. My sweaty palms countered the cool and collected smile on my face. The introductions came quickly. Relief washed through me as Rachel’s mother Helen pushed my outstretched hand away and embraced me.

“Darling, you did not do this sweet girl  justice. A couple of red heads, well I’ll be damned. Those windows must get really steamy.” Helen said as she squeezed me, her hand sliding just a little too far down my back. My eyes widened, and I reeled them back to normal before Helen pushed me into her husbands arms.

“Ignore my wife, she has been going overboard since the first day I met her. Nice to meet you Gina, my daughter can’t stop talking about you. ” I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

“Nice to meet you as well Mr. Rhodes.”

“Call me Charles, please.”

“Charles,” I nodded smiling at him. When he released me I took comfort as Rachel’s hand found mine. Her skin so soft, against me. I looked at her, gorgeous as ever, and so comfortable in the home she grew up in.

“Rachel your mom is making your favorite for dinner. I know you girls have been traveling all day. Take some time to rest,” he said with admonishing tone directed towards his wife.

“It will be ready in a couple of hours Rachel, be ready for dinner at six.” Helen said walking toward the kitchen sulking like a scorned child.

“Okay Mom!” I felt the tug against my arm as Rachel led to me to her bedroom. Following Charles with our bags. Opening the door he put the bags on the chest  in front of Rachel’s king size bed. Walking out he gave Rachel a wink. As the door closed behind him Rachel pinned me against it. Her knee parting my legs, giving her hands access. Moving her hand up my dress, her fingers quickly slipping beneath my panties.

“What was that wink?” I asked before Rachel’s lips pressed against mine.

“My parents want me happy. You have been making me very happy. ” she replied as she slid a finger inside me. The resulted moan was way too loud.

“We are in your parents house, and I still can’t resist you.” My hands found her breasts, and I softly squeezed the mounds. My moans coming louder as she moved her fingers in and out of me. “Mm baby”

“Uh-uh, say my name” she moved her fingers faster, fucking me hard with them. “I want to hear you say my name.” I bit my lip to stifle a moan, and she moved relentlessly inside me.

“Don’t start another pseudo dominant phase.”

“I will make you say my name, loud so  they can all hear.” I felt her hand grip my nape, pulling the baby hairs there. I gasped. “Fine, we will do this hard way.”

30 Days of KINK~Day 5 & 6

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.

Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

So not to sound redundant, I am combining these two. The first kinky sexual experience has already been touched on by previous days with my dear high school g/f in Me, her, and a Broom Parts 1, and 2

So onto Day 6

Right now the weirdest and most interesting fantasy is of my being drugged to the point of losing consciousness and playing out this sexy kidnapping scene with my Sir. Now the problem is, this wasn’t originally my fantasy. The dom asked if I would be up for it, and after careful consideration, it is constantly on my mind. I can not wait for it to finally happen.

How far will he go? Dirty motel, abandoned building (pro of him working in real estate), storage facility? Where will he take me. What will be there?

All I can say is that I hope it is somewhere where no one will hear the screams of pleasure and pain escape me while he does, whatever that inventive head of his can think of to me.

Me, Her and A Broom Part 2

Part 1 can be found here.

. . The gasp that escaped her was more invigorating, as I looked down at her flawlessness. My new playground radiating  with warmth and anticipation of my touch. I lifted my right hand to feel her. Then stopped myself. A God awful song started to play. It would ruin everything. I stepped away from her grazing my fingertips against her collar-bone as I moved.

“What are you doing? she protested, hearing my footsteps move away from her.  Changing the music to a CD, and placing the song on repeat. Smiling as it started to play.

I grabbed the broom from the wall, moving it across my arm to test the sensation, slow, lightly dragged nails. “This will do nicely,” I thought.

I walked back to her and tentatively began moving the broom slowly down her chest, dragging it over her nipples. Moving it lower down her abdomen. Swirling it slowly. A moan escaped her perfect lips and I stopped to kiss them.The warm wetness of her mouth, made me want to venture lower. It was so hard not to touch her, but I continued to use the broom.  When I looked down on the trail I wanted to take her thighs were squeezed together, her ankles crossed. “Will you spread your legs for me?” I asked softly.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” she said hesitantly

“Will you do it anyway? I just want to see” I lied.

She uncrossed her ankles and made a small space between her thighs. I moved the broom down the front of her long legs. Then slid the broom back up the inside to her left thigh, stopping momentarily to feel the heated moisture coming from her pussy on the back of my hand. I continued before crossing to the right thigh, and sending the broom down to her feet. I couldn’t resist anymore. Her warmth called to me, and I moved onto the bed with her dropping the broom.

I  moved her legs farther to give me the access I desperately needed.

“I am going to touch you now”

I sat  between her widespread legs, and raised my hands to feel her spreading her lips rubbing my fingers slowly up and down her slit.

“Oh,” she moaned,

I quickly pushed my finger inside her. making her moan louder. Her cries pushed me out of control, and I leaned forward tasting her. Licking her juices, ravishing her with my tongue. Her legs closed around my head, and she entangled my hair in her hands looking. Her hips began to buck,and I slipped my tongue against her clit.  Flicking it sucking, grazing it with my teeth, pushing my fingers in and out of her.

I felt her body responding, climbing to a peak as she moved, around me moaning and groaning. I reached above my head and grabbed her nipples, squeezing them, and as I did she seemed to burst. Covering her mouth with my hand, she moaned as the orgasm moved throughout her body, leaving her spent and me covered in her juices.

I used my arm to wipe her juices from my face in need of a towel. I Sat up, beaming at her. “I think you just squirted, Bad idea?” I asked.

“You said you just wanted to look,” she said breathless.

“I am sorry, I lied”

“I am not,” she said grabbing my arm, pulling  me down to the bed beside her.