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Sugasm #166

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This Week’s Picks
Bare-Assed Cheek (2): Punishment and Reward
“His finger glides up the inner side of my left thigh.”

Lilly’s Turn - Part 1: Wherein a Power Play is Made
“I asked her, outright, if she considered herself submissive.”

…please…
“Exquisite pain heralding exquisite surrender.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Is Sasha Grey going mainstream?

Sugasm Editor
A Difficult Scenario

Editor’s Choice
Just Looking

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News, Reviews & Interviews
Horny Goat Weed: The Facts
Top Five Tuesday - Pop Culture Porn
Uniram Manual Sex Machine

Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss - She Brings Her Man To The All-Girl Sex Party
Guide to First-Time Anal Sex
How to Make Your Own Fucking Machine

BDSM & Fetish
“Dominant Savant…?”
Microfantasy Monday: Tits
More?
My favorite spanking blogs
Riffing on Brent Scott Riffing on Socrates (was Meeting BS)
Thank you, Jay Wiseman
What’s in the box?

Erotic Writing & Experiences
Burning the Midnight Oil
Camera Shy, Part 4
Couch. Confession #278
Drowning In Lust
Each Exquisite Stroke
Fantasy to Reality
I Like Being a Dirty Bitch
Miss blue that Naughty Little Voyeur
Play
Safe Haven
Sexy Skills
Sissy
Sleep Fucking

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bianca Beauchamp on a road trip
HNT – Thursday, May 21st, 2009
Hungarian Viva TV presenter is totally nude
Kim Kardashian Playboy Nude Pictures - Few More
Love HNT
Playful Flower
Stunning blonde schoolgirl is punished
“Vixen” -HNT

Sex Humor
A Chocolate Dick Treat
The Secret to Soul Mates

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Blow Jays
Darling, You Look Wonderful Tonight
Have you seen her…?

If the Berlin Wall can fall.... so can mine

I laid in his arms... him on his back.. me curled into his body. The calm after the storm... the uncertainty in the wake of the fight we just ended. Although it was done... I was still holding on.. holding onto the words he said... and the hurt it caused.

His fingers traced the curves of my back... gently caressing my warm skin. Our breathing shallow... but rhythmic. The room was quiet... only the soft hum of the fan above us spoke. I needed air... I needed away just to keep the monster inside calm. I kissed him... told him I loved him.. because no matter what.. that remains true.

After pulling away and laying on my back... my reluctant hand touched his leg... not wanting the gap between us to grow so large that tears would come flowing back. Minutes passed... and again... his advancement came. His hand touched my body... gently... wanton.

He outlined my chest.. down my stomach.. to my thighs.. barely passing by my pussy. In my head... I wanted nothing of it... I didn't want to give in.... to let go. But.. as always.. my body betrays my mind... it reacts to the touch of the man I love.

My mind fights though.. not letting down the barrier that easily. With every stroke of his fingers... the lust wells in my body... yet inside... the battle goes on... there is no way it will allow me to enjoy this seduction. Still he presses on. More and more brave as time passes.. till his fingers dive into my wet cunt. A groan escapes his mouth at the welcome they are met with. The warm, wetness envelopes his digits... urging him on.

The arousal is almost too much to fight anymore... he knows my weakness... he can see right through me. He knows how to touch me to make me melt... how to make me scream. This is intimacy... this raw unhidden truth... this knowledge of me. His fingers advance up.. finding my swollen clit and begins lavishing it with attention... till every wall my mind has built is in a pile of rubble.

He senses this... and in a smooth move... he is on top of me. The tip of his cock nudges against my soaked hole. He stays there... tempting me to slid down on him.... or perhaps to tease me.. to make me helpless with lust. His lips meet mine... they mingle.. tongues brushing each other in a dance of sorts. A tango of passion.

There is no roughness... its pure... its love... its naked need... the need to push past the angry words said... the hurt that was caused- to make it all better... to mend those wounds. Its intensity that you feel deep inside... the offer of yourself... to where you are truly naked...

Finger licking good HNT



Sometimes words are not needed.

Sugasm #165

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #166? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Blame it on the al-al al-al al-al-co-hol
“My legs were now spread and he was in between them.”

Dinner and a Show
“Before it disappeared completely, I gave it a twist at the base, causing it to vibrate.”

Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part two) - All Five Senses
“She takes her lipstick out of her bag and uncaps it, twists it up and paints her mouth subtly, softly.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Adieu ErosBlog?

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Relationship Status

Editor’s Choice
A Long Slow Seduction Continued…

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The Asshole Standing Next To You
Sharp Shooter

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Divini Rae Sexy Pictures - High Quality
Dunes
Jana Jordan
Laissez-faire (HNT)
Secretary is whipped by their bosses

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Back Home Tonight
The Best Friend (part 2)
Camera Shy 3
Drive Me Crazy
Not Enough #8
Her Favorite Positions - Part Two
Love Bites
The ‘N’ Word - a short story…
The Rossebuurt Gap Year: With Benefits
Skin
Spite
Strokin’
You Give Me Fever

Sex Humor
Lesbian Sex Coffee Analogy

BDSM & Fetish
At Your Service
Pornographic statue
Spanked on their delightful bare bottoms

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews
Lelo Ella
Me and my Uniram
New Study Challenges Masturbation Numbers
Top Five Tuesday - FemDoms

Sex Advice
Firsts

four weeks

We watched Seven Pounds with Will Smith in it last night. I have to say, this is one of the saddest movies I have seen in a very long time. The premise of the movie was different... but definitely something different.

In the movie, Will Smith meets a woman who is terminally ill. She has chronic heart failure and is given four to six weeks to live.

After we watched it (and I cried.. hard)... we headed to bed. The wheels in my head started to turn. What if I was told I only had four weeks to live? What would I do? How would I live the last thirty days of my life?

I mulled over things in my head... and found myself over come with emotion at this. All the things I would miss... birthdays.. weddings.. holidays.... what to pick and choose... what is most important... ran around inside my skull.. doing a little tap dance on my heart.

So here's what I came up with.. in no particular order.

write letters to my girls for special occasions... milestone birthdays.. wedding days.. graduations
write good bye letters to all that I hold dear
spend an afternoon with each of the girls just one at a time.. doing whatever they wanted
go do a complete spa treatment
spend a full day in bed with Ben... having sex.. laughing.. cuddling.. and Im sure crying
go to the coast.. see the ocean one last time
have a full family bbq
watch the sunset
stay up all night and watch the sunrise
quit my job
get a family portrait done
eat at my favorite restaurant
doing a weekend in Vegas.. renew our vows
throw a birthday party for the girls
take a long hot bath with candles.. the radio... and Ben
go for a drive in the mountains
visit one place I've never seen before.. like Vancouver, BC
spend one whole day watching movies
spend one whole day outside... soaking up the sun
sleep till noon one day and not feel guilty about it


When all is said and done... it really amazes me just what things I love to do.. did not make the list. The simple things are the things that are most important... but in the same thought.. they aren't so simple. I hope upon hopes that I never am faced with that knowledge... that my days are numbered. It would be the single most scary thing I've ever endured.

I want a life filled with lots of years ahead of me... filled with my family... and my friends. I want to grow old next to my husband and watch my children grow... and have children of their own. My heart goes out to anyone that has experienced something like that... it is terribly heart breaking.. no words do it justice.

HNT:a view from the top



I was unboxing stuff at work today.... when the box pressed against my chest... a surge of pain rushed through me. I smiled.. remembering the brutal attack from the night before.... remembering begging to feel relief. Ahh the sweet, sweet reminders.

Even when you hurt... and you want it to stop... you don't want it to end. When it does.... you want it back again... funny how that works.

My Birthday: part three: the road trip

After finally rolling out of bed... we showered in our post sex glow. By then, we were starving.. so we go dressed when we were done... and headed out for our day. We went and grabbed some breakfast and decided which was we'd head to the coast... up the Oregon side or the Washington side of the Columbia river... we decided the Oregon side.

After eating we got on our way. We listened to music and chit chatted. The weather was perfect... the sky was blue with very little clouds... a great day to go for a drive to say the least. Before long I needed to stop for a bathroom break. We happened upon a gas station. I jumped out, leaving Ben in the car.

Inside.... there was this machine in the bathroom that cracked me up. It was really in the middle of no where... and so this seemed a strange thing to have. But I guess even people who live there need to get laid right?


I just HAD to take a pic.. there was no way I could accurately explain the machine to Ben.. and well.. it makes for good blog material too hehe.

So back on the road... we kept driving... when we passed a bridge. The sign on the bridge said "Sierra's (well my REAL name) Creek".

Ben: "Look babe, its your creek!"
Me: "Yep.. its nice to have your own creek"
Ben: "Looks like Sierra's creek is all dried up though"
Me.: "Well then there is no way that is my creek... I'm never dried up"

I grinned and he chuckled.

When we pulled into Seaside... the weather went from sunny and warm.. to foggy and a little chilly. It was a bit disappointing honestly. We were going to make the best of it though. We stopped at the outlet mall there and shopped around a bit.

We went into a kitchen store. We browsed around.. I got some new cake pans. We went down the utensil isle... in which I looked at all those things.. in a spanking light... more than using them in the kitchen. I guess that's what happens when you like being spanked.

From there Ben picked up a book from a book store there then we headed to a wine shop. Someone from the last munch we went to suggested a wine that can only be bought at two places... this was one of them. I am not a wine fan honestly... but have always wanted to be. It looks so dignified.

We strolled in... and it was the first thing we saw. Miscotti de Ascoti. There were two brands... and we had no idea which one would be better. I tried to get Ben to go ask... but he wouldnt.. and nor would I.. I'm a baby at that stuff. So we just grabbed one and headed to the beer section.

There was so many to choose from.. we headed to the counter. Ben asked for a suggestion and ended up getting two kinds. He loves his dark ales... (yuck). Then.. my darling husband asked about the wine... he is so wonderful. The guy let us sample the wine.. and OMG is it tasty. I love it. I can't wait to crack it open.

From there we headed to the downtown area to walk around and check out the shops. We wandered around hand in hand taking in the day... just enjoying being together. We idley went into shops that looked interesting and skipped the ones didn't want to see.

We came accross this huge candy/ chocolate store. We got some truffles and fudge from there. The owners were this cute couple that had met on the internet. I guess that the husband makes all the fudges and chocolate... he does a very good job IMO. We told them we had met on the internet too. It was really nice to see that an older couple had met the same way we did.. and had such a positive view of it.

From there we went on and ended up at the beach front. There were tons of people out on the beach.. playing in the sand.. or tossing around a ball. We sat on a bench and watched for a bit.

After sitting around for a bit we decided to head back up the other side of the street. Before too long we were back at the car and decided to head to Cannon Beach. Pretty much the moment we left Seaside, the fog cleared up... and the weird thing is... they are only seven miles apart.

When we got to Cannon Beach we drove around for like thirty minutes trying to find a spot to park. We finally found a spot and got some ice cream. We were kind of bothered about the lack of parking.. even though we had found a place. So we revised our plan... looked up directions on my iPhone.. and got in the car.

Our new plan called for driving to Portland... having dinner and going to a comedy show. We got into Portland around 4:30.... and proceeded to find a place to eat. This proved to be more troublesome than we thought. After a bit we just decided to stop at the Outback Steakhouse we had seen up the road.

Dinner was super tasty. We had a bloomin' onion, which I hadn't had since I was a teenager. So that was nice. By the time dinner was done.. we still had almost two hours before the show. Nothing really was calling to us to do to burn the time so we revamped the plan again. We would drive back to town and catch a movie.

So we ended up getting back home and going to Star Trek. It was really good.. but that is my humble opinion. I was never a fan of the old school Star Trek... so it says something that I liked it.

So over all... my birthday was a success. Ben did a wonderful job at making my day special.. and I am so grateful for that. He is a wonderful man... and he proves that over and over to me. I could not imagine not spending my birthday with him.. he just made it that much more special.

So I'm a year older now... and thirty is looming off in the distance. I don't feel a year older... but that is certainly okay. Hopefully this year will be just as good as last year was.

Oh... butttt... I got no birthday spankings *pout*. Maybe he'll make up for it hehe.

My Birthday: part two: waking up is hard to do

I woke up earlier than I would have liked (no... this is not a repeat post lol). My allergies were not letting me sleep.. ie... I couldn't breathe well.. and well... Ben was snoring. So I got up and read some blogs till I heard our alarm go off in the distance.

"Happy Birthday!", I heard my barely away husband call out. I replied with a thank you... then was told a few more times... happy birthday.... which made me giggle a bit. I put the computer down and climbed back into bed with him. Cuddling up close to him, I closed my eyes and smiled.

Not long after sliding into bed with him again, did my hand slide up his chest. My fingers glided over his nipple... barely grazing it... but extracting a reaction from him. I took the nub in between my fingers and pulled gently. I worked it over for a minute or two the moved to the next.

By the time I was done teasing his upper body.. his lower was more than ready for some attention. My hand went south... bumping into his cock... full and hard. I slid my hand over it... all warm and firm... feeling the lust grow between my own legs. Wrapping my fingers around it... I slowly started to stroke... slow and deliberate movements.

I played for a bit before decided to move back to his nipples. My hand left its new companion and my mouth went to work on his nipple... taking it in between my lips... kissing it... nibbling it... flicking it with my tongue.

Ben's hand took over.... something I love. There is something about him stroking his cock in front of me that drives me mad... something no other man has ever been able to do. I positioned myself so that I could watch him pleasure himself. I could feel his body tense at the double attention- a duet of sorts.

It wasn't long before I could not take it anymore. My mouth made a move... from nipple to cock. I parted my lips and took him deep into my mouth.. to my throat. He groaned... a sign of his approval. I made no waste of our time... and began servicing his cock. Moving up and down at different speeds... sometimes with my tongue pressed hard against... sometimes all the way to the hilt. Any way.. it made no difference.. time has a way of teaching you the things your lover likes.

When I could take no more, I climbed on top of him... a leg on each side... and took him into me. I started bouncing up and down- slowly at first then building in speed. I could feel the steady rise of my orgasm.... it was coming slowly.. but still coming.

My movements were deliberate.. just as my blow job had been... it was not even paced... I would go slow.. then fast... just to switch it up a little. A bit passed... this dance of sorts... before he had me switch it up. He turned me around.. facing away from him... and I went back to work.

This did the trick for me.. I could feel myself on the edge of release. Playing this game of chicken... running to the edge then backing off.... I wasn't ready to cum just yet. I kept riding him though... so close to erupting... but not letting go. I needed something to push me off.

I climbed off.. getting onto my hands and knees... Ben followed suit. He wasted no time to get behind me. I felt one of his hands touch my waste then pushed down into my back... and the other on my shoulder and neck.. grasping. He went to work on my cunt.. fucking me like there was no tomorrow.

That was all I needed... that little bit of dominance... so simple... and I was falling. My orgasm surged through my body... riding that wave of pleasure. Ben followed again... exploding into my hungry pussy.

We collapsed into each others arms... and soon drifted between sleep and wakefulness.

We dozed for a bit.. before I woke again... feeling horny once more. I laid there for a few.. debating what I wanted to do. Finally, I slid my hands down between my legs... finding a nice warm, wet pussy waiting to be violated. I slid my fingers in between the lips... finding my clit. I worked circles slowly. The sensation made my back bow a little... waking the sleeping man next to me.

His hands began to work me over.... inching over my skin... pinching my nipples... down between my legs to my thighs... cupping his hand over my face.. taking my breath away. All the while I kept working my pussy... rubbing my clit and dipping my fingers inside.

The build to my next orgasm was intense... I could barely handle it. I finally took his hand and shoved it to my cunt... hoping he'd get the hint. He did.. moving between my legs then sliding his fingers deep inside of me.

It was right there.. I could feel it... I was teetering. I moaned and deepened my resolve to cum... rubbing faster. My breathing labored... my legs tensed... my eyes squeezed tight... and finally.. the sweet release came.

When I came down off the high.... and my breathing came back to normal... we cuddled into each others arms again... knowing that this would not last... it was time to get up and get our day started.

My Birthday: part one: the day before

I kicked off my birthday on Saturday morning... yes... a day early. When I woke up... I realized that my clothes that I had washed the night before.... were in fact still wet. I groggily stumbled through the house... noticing that Ben had left the light on in the kitchen/dining room when he had left for work.

Now.. here is where I'm going to make us look a little lame. We had a poker party on New Year's Eve right? Well we had hung a HNY banner... well that we never took down. Why you ask? Well... honestly I have no idea why we have not taken it down... so yes...

I noticed said banner on the table... and thought it was kind of odd... that he would take it down, he must have got tired of looking at it right? I kept walking... then tossed my clothes into the dryer. I figured that I had a few minutes to pass before I could get dressed... so I sat down on the couch to check my email... that is when I noticed this..


I called him to thank him... then got dressed for work. I headed out the door... then found his next surprise...


He also filled my car with balloons and a blinkie "It's my birthday" pin... it was very sweet.

The rest of the day was uneventful... other than my allergies kicking my ass... by the end of the work day.. I was feeling pretty shitty. I had to buck it up though... I had a party to go to. A co-worker of mine is moving.. and we were having a going away party.

I jumped in the shower and headed out shortly after. We planted ourselves in the bar of the restaurant. I ordered my first drink almost immediately. After a hour of being there... I had downed three... and was feeling no pain.

Ben joined us shortly after.... he was there to pick me up after work basically.... no driving for Sierra. Needless to say.. I was giggly.. and kinda stupid. Buttttttttttt I had a great time... before I passed out when we got home.

I can only imagine the stories that will be told about me at work on Tuesday...

birthday HNT



Whats a birthday.. without candles? This weekend... I'll be a year older... and while I am torn about that... I've come by it honestly. The last year has held a lot of good memories... and few bad ones. So.. I cannot complain too much.

Hopefully my birthday will hold lots of good memories... after all.. I do need my birthday spankings!

be careful what you say...

Ben and I were washing dishes. We regularly share the chores around the house... dishes are no different.. one washes and the other rinses. Tonight... Ben was rinsing.

"How much soap did you put in there?", he asked rinsing the plates.

We had had bbq ribs for dinner... and so the water was going to be a little more greasy than normal.. and in fact I had put quite a bit of soap in the dish water. I mocked him in a playful way.. making him sound whiny.

It lasted shortly.. and I continued washing... after rewashing the plates. Then he said something else... I can't remember... but I mocked him again.. giggling after I was done.

Ben responded in an unexpected way. He pulled away from the counter.. me still scrubbing a pan... snatched down my pants and smacked my ass hard with his still wet hand. I was slightly shocked... and instantly turned on.

I looked over my shoulder... my mouth agape a little... I said nothing. I went back to washing.. in my quiet surprise. Again, I glanced over at him.. trying to appear a little hurt...I'm sure he knew better.

"Got anything else to say?", he said in this almost amused voice. I shook my head no... finishing up my task. When I was done I wiped down the counter... tossing the towel over the sink to let it dry. I smirked.... mocked him once more... then made a run for it.

I took around corner and stole into our room... giggling all the way... slamming the door... leaning against it.. and locking it. I stood there giggling.. knowing he was coming.. knowing what was in store for me.

Sure enough.. he came to the door... I laughed uneasily... quite proud of myself. He jiggled the handle.. I went to the door and knocked.

"Hello?", I called out. No answer. A minute or so would pass of him trying to get in when I finally unlocked it... Ben pushed into the room. I laughed more... backing against the wall... not wanting to give him access to my ass.

He stood there.. with this cool confidence... knowing that I would give in... all he had to do is wait. I slid against the door trying to squirm my way out the door... with no luck. It was shut and locked... and I was not getting out of this one.

I kept trying though... which only got me turned around... arm twisted up between my shoulder blades and face shoved into the bed. I felt my pants being yanked down again.... and then a quick, sharp smack. Followed by pinches and scratches..... all the while I moaned into the bed and begged him to stop.. telling him sorry over and over.

He stopped... I stood... and pulled my pants in their original position. I smiled shyly at him... only for him to lace his fingers through my hair and shove me to the ground. He pulled out his all ready hard cock and impaled my mouth.

He stayed like this for what seemed like forever... fucking my face... giving me only seconds to catch a breath.

Finally, he spoke... "Do you want me to cum in your mouth or in your pussy?".

I tried to say pussy... I wanted him to fuck me so badly... I said it a couple times... and all I got was a what? He pulled away... and I answered him. I was pulled to my feet and pushed forward. For the last time, the pants went back down... and he entered me.

*******

After we were all done.. we went back to our business. He sat on the couch to check his email.. I went to do some other things in the kitchen. I picked up my phone....

Me: Naughty man
Him: That's the way you like it

He's right too... just the way I like it.

my love affair with spanking

I've come to realize that recently.... spanking is a big thing to me. It's probably THE thing for me... the thing I fantasize about more... long for most. Our experience in spanking is pretty limited, which makes me kind of sad. Hopefully we can work on that soon.

I'm terribly fascinated with implements... and the marks those leave. Take for instance the thing I've been wanting to try/get for some time now.... a cane. I've talked about it before. My feelings about this has not changed despite the time that has passed since I wrote that post. I'm sure that it would hurt much more than I can even imagine... but I would love every minute of it. I would love the delicious welts they would leave... and the soreness that would follow.

Another... something that I've never tried.. which seems silly with how common it is... a wooden hair brush. There is something kind of intriguing and naughty about being spanked over the knee with a hair brush. I'm not really sure what it is... such a ordinary object.... yet... I would like to know what that felt like.

Up next... another household item... the plastic spoon. Oh my does that thing pack a punch... but leaves the best bruises! Oh the sting they give... makes you want to dance around to get away from the bite of that item. I do have fond memories of moments with the spoon.... I have no complaints!

ANDDD a leather belt... Ben has a belt that looks almost exactly like this one.. but it's black. Too many hard swings from that puppy certainly leaves some blue.. black.. and purple marks. I cannot imagine if the buckle ever made contact.... Ouch is all I have to say. BUT still a wonderful spanking tool.

Another implement I have not had the pleasure of trying on for size is.. the every popular ping pong paddle. I imagine it has quite the thuddy kind of feel to it... I have yet to see... hopefully one day I will get the chance... (I need to show Ben this post hehe).

Finding a picture for this next item... brought about an unexpected recation from me... I practically drooled (not really haha). The leather strap. Does that not look fantastic? Oh man.. words escape me right now... my mind is off in another little world... moving on...

Paddles are next up... when I think of paddles.. I think of the days when they still paddled children in school. I still remember sitting in my desk in class knowing some boy that got escorted out of the room was getting two swats. The idea always terrified me... and so I was always a good girl. Thinking about it now... not really the same reaction.

Then... the crop. Another thing I want to try.. and have wanted to try for some time. I can imagine this is a versitile item.. one that can be used for more than spanking someone's ass. But I dont know that from person experience... yet.

And well.. the tried and true... hand. One cannot rule out the intimacy that is brought by spanking someone with a bare hand. There is just something about skin on skin contact that makes me all warm and tingly.

I'm sure I could go on and on about the different items someone could use to spank another person.... lots of which are unconventional. That is one of the cool things about spanking... you can go anywhere the imagination can take you... and that my friends, is never a bad thing.

Mother's Day Delight

It has been a week since we last had sex... because the dreaded aunt had come to visit. We were both frustrated.. missing our coupling. I received a phone call from my nephew saying he was on his way over to mow our lawn. We pay him to mow our lawn each week so that he can earn some cash and well... because we don't really like mowing the lawn.

We laid there in a groggy state after I got off the phone... but there is no way I was going pass up a chance to feel him inside of me. I slide my hands under the sheets to his hip moving it over to awaken his cock. I rubbed gently getting a sigh of pleasure from him. I worked a few minutes on him before he was fully awake.

Before I knew it Ben's hands were on my clit... rubbing rough circles. My body reacted immediately... back arched... enjoying the much missed attention. All the while I kept my hand on his cock.. stroking up and down .

After a bit of this.. I could not take it... I needed to feel full.... and so I shoved his hands lower... urging him to plunge his fingers into my wet hole. And he did... deep... sliding them in and out quickly... making my muscles tighten around his appendages. I was almost over powered by the sensations... but not quite.

Soon I was being turned onto my side... slightly lifting my leg to allow him access to my most tender of places. He slid in with ease... me gasping as he did so. A satisfied moan escaped my lips... almost as to say finally!

He started pumping his hips. His fingers inched up my torso till they found their home on my nipple. His initial touches were gentle... kneading them between two fingers. The gentlness soon melted into something more primal... more aggressive. He started tugging on my bud... pull and pinching making me cry out.

Then his assault changed.... he released me... then slapped his palm down on my breast.... I winced in pain. I loved every minute of it. Next came his fingers... raking over my chest. They went from one side to the other... leaving red lines in their wake.

He would spend the next bit alternating till they were screaming for relief. I pulled away a little... needing the break... needing a change. A change was what I got... his hand found a new place to attack... my ass.... there in front of him... begging to be spanked.

This, however, was no nice warm up spanking... this was harsh... take your breath away spankings. One after another... in a nice little row... sharp and to the point. My hands left my chest to cover my ass.... only for him to find my breasts again... slapping them again.

I squirmed... wanting the attack to end in one way... but not wanting it to end in other ways. I recovered my chest.... and as before... he found another target. He lifted my leg into the air... and made contact with my inner thigh. I yelped.

I decided it was time to give my body a break and wiggled out of his clutches onto my back. I moved my fingers to his nipple... taking it between my fingers and rolling it... all the while he kept fucking me.

"Make yourself cum", he ordered... and so my free hand found itself rubbing my clit... bringing myself quickly to orgasm at his command- my cunt tightening around him.

"Pinch your clit now... until I cum", he once more directed. I made no point of protesting... I knew that I had no fight in me. So I took the tiny bud in between my fingers and pinched. I could feel my muscles tighten around his cock again... all the while he moved in and out. His finish was not far off... and I was right... moments later his body shuddered... his seed spilling into me.

I hooked my leg aroud his back... pulling him deep inside as he pulsed into me... then let go of my clit... enjoying the product of our desire. Soon he slid out of me... and I curled into him... smiling.

the road less traveled

I wonder, the life I would have lived.... had I made different choices along the way.

Would I be where I am today? Had I not had children... and did the four year college thing.. would I live in the Northwest? Probably not... because at each decision... at each fork in the road... there is a different outcome.

Perhaps I could have graduated with a degree in marketing as I had dreamed.... and live in some large city... doing the grind... behind a desk some where. Dress to kill everyday... with a go getter attitude putting my social life on a back burner to further myself up the corporate ladder. But really? Is that truly me.. I think not.

Perhaps I could have married someone else... never having kids... living in a the high life with my powerful husband... in a condo we had long since payed for. Encircled by our flashy friends that would make me question if they were true friends.

Or.. perhaps I'd be in a devastatingly unhappy marriage... the typical house mom... staying at home.. making dinners and cleaning house. Carpooling the children that I would have had to soccer and baseball. Always the ever faithful, happy wife on the outside but deep down loathing my busy, but some how boring life.

See... no matter how many infinite different versions of me there could have been... I can't help but be thankful for the me that I am. I have made some not so wise decisions in my day, but in that same breath, I have made some pretty damn good ones. Had I not made each and every one of those, I would not be here.. I know that... I would not be married to Ben.. I would not have the children I have... who really knows where and who I would be.

Quite frankly, I'm happy not know what other version I could be.

HNT the sequel

There really is nothing better than a nice hot bath... some music... a little bit of alone time... it will do wonders for your mind, body, and soul.

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sleeping with my lover

I had gotten up earlier than I would have liked.... and decided... that it would be a good idea to climb back into my warm bed next to my sleeping husband. I slinked into bed feeling the warmth from his body and scooted all the way up to his back... molding mine around his. I sighed softly... taking in the glow of cuddling up to Ben... how I love it.. to be close to him... even in such an innocent way.

I lay there for a few minutes... listening to the even rhythm of his breathing... my head resting on the corner of his pillow. I can smell him.. his scent... I smile again. I love the way he has this affect on me... that even the way he smells captivates me... and I am his prisoner. The lustful thought is planted.... and the challenge is on.

My already draped hand snakes downward.... fingers outline his hip bone. They go to work... the business of waking and arousing my lover. I am subtle at first.. hoping that my tender touches will stir him... and awaken the need in him to take me.... but as a few minutes pass.. I realize that I need to take it to a more aggressive level.

I move my hand to his cock... it lays there... resting in its sleepy state. My hands caress the soft flesh.... all the while... I am beyond ready to attack him. I am fully awake to the idea of feeling his hands on me... feeling the initial penetration of his hard cock... filling me full and making me cry out in pleasure.

This, however, has not come to light.... as my mind has wandered off to more pleasant, erotic things.. Ben has rolled over some... more onto his stomach. Not willing to accept defeat, I devise a new plan. I move my hand back behind him... down to his inner thighs. Back to work my hands go... still trying to get that reaction I so desperately want. I am drunk with lust now... wishing.

Alas, my efforts prove futile.... he will not rouse. I stop my advances and admit defeat.... apparently there will be no morning sex for me.

disecting need

Where does the need for pain come from? How does one recognize that need inside themselves?

I can honestly say... I do not know where my need comes from.. or if there is even a reason why I am the way I am. I know a lot of people tend to say that devious wants come from a history of some sort of abuse.... but for me.. I had wanted that (just maybe not realized it) before I ever had an abusive relationship.

Growing up.. I can honestly only remember a handful of times I was spanked. I was a willful child... and generally got whatever I wanted. There was few to no rules in my house.. and I frequently boasted about this... that "I could do whatever I wanted". I ruled my house.. and I knew it. No was really not something I was told.

Whether or not that was a good thing... well.. I know it wasn't a good thing, but had I been in an environment in which there was structure... would I be who I am now? Probably not. I mean.. I did not turn out that bad, but I certainly could have.

I went from that life.. to a life filled with a lot of pain... not a good pain. My first real relationship was with a man that felt the need to hit me. Usually when we would fight. I am a strong willed girl... and easily am angered by some people. This, of course, lead to a lot of very unpleasant... tear filled moments.

But even though I endured physical abuse.. I still longed to feel a man's dominance over me sexually. It seems kind of weird to me.. that the idea of it would send me screaming in the other direction. Deep down I guess I know that being dominated I'm not being hurt in a negative way.. and perhaps that is the key here.

Still though, that does not answer where it began... what moment began that addiction? Or maybe.. just maybe it was not environmental induced. Perhaps it is just the way my mind and body are wired... that it is just as much a part of me as my eyes being brown.

Whatever the origin.... it is highly enriching... and brings me much pleasure. So.... it cannot be a bad thing.