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Its funny how different things effect sexual moods, for example when I am sick I am as horny as hell yet my dear darling hubby is well sick and unable to do anything. Though one thing I have found out when sick I can't hide it from John, especially if we make love, he has a very strange method for taking temperatures. Its a bit like checking the oil, but of so fun.
There are many things I do to get John in the mood, but at the end of the day it all comes down to if he is willing to get in the mood or not. If he isn't interested then it doesn't matter how much I flash my tits at him. He is one of the few guys I know that when it comes to getting him in to the mood, you have to treat him like a woman and woo him in to the mood.
We joke about the sexual stereotypes being reversed, me being the guy and him being the woman, but in seriousness I know its an important fact to keep in mind and let our other partners know. As knowing what buttons to push is always important.
The same goes for sexual techniques as we have found they effect the mood as well. Altering the desired affect. My dear man is not one who enjoys lots of pain, and this causes loss of desire or lack of mood.
But when it comes to John the rules of what works and doesn't changes all the time, but over all they are consistent, if rule A is in affect today then rule B doesn't apply and tomorrow they might be swapped. Over all they never change, just which one applies does.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wise Mother Wispers
I wrote this some time ago, as a reflection of who I was at the time. I was someone who people would turn to only when they wanted or needed something that only I could give. It was sad but over time that changed, I stopped giving unless I got in return. Either way I think this is a cool Poem so would like to share.
Wise mother whispers,
Truth is her guide.
No one bears her warnings,
From her old hut
Like a hermit,
She sits inside
Looking out with hurtful pride
The daughters come
Without knowledge
Of her heritage,
Of their parentage
She is the witch,
The medicine women.
No one visits,
Without wanting.
Something in return
For their time by her fire.
She’ll soon sleep
Though no one will weep
For the mother they never knew
Saturday, September 6, 2008
What if the world stopped spinning?
Ever wish things had been different? Sometimes I do, I wish that one boyfriend I had back when I was 18 could have dumped me a week earlier. That way I could have made out with a guy at a party who after 13 years of going to school and being in the same classes, with a clear conscience. While I have always been bi I haven't always been poly. That is something that happened when I started Uni in 2004, but I have always been forgiving when boyfriends cheated on me, in fact some strange part of me wanted to know about who they were and what my boyfriend had done with them. It turned me on knowing the details, was this the bi part of me? I doubt it. My poly side was emerging, but I would never cheat on a guy, no matter how much I wanted the other guy more, I was a serial monogamist I would go from one guy to the next all because I could never two time.
Looking back I feel bad as I regret breaking some of those relationships off, I wish I had known what poly was, I would have been so much happier. While I have some regrets, there has been none of them since I met John, I guess that's because I don't let chances slip by, I take them. But also John helps me take them which is important, this year alone I am doing many things I never thought I would do, like write. This Blog is something I wanted to do but never had the courage for until this year. I first started writing using my husband's LiveJournal but now feel good enough about my self to write on my own terms as me.
Most of my regrets come from high school, the start of my second year 7th has one of my biggest. One night in particular Saturday the 15th of February, a friend of mine was having a party and I had been invited. My whole life I was the good girl, going out meant skating at the rink with friends, maybe holding hands with a boy while I did it. This was different this was a real party, booze, boys and music, something new for me.
I have never been the popular girl at school, I was always bullied mainly for my size. I was the girl who went through puberty first in my year group at school, the rest were 12 months behind me. So to go to this party was a big thing, besides everything else going on in my life this was something that meant life was going up. At that moment in time, I had a boyfriend and I was wanted. Anyway my regret comes from something that happened at the party, its funny how when we are drunk or slightly intoxicated our inhibitions or social walls come down. Sometimes doing something we would or should never have done or doing something we wish we had done years ago but lacked the guts to do it. Well that was one of those nights.
That night I stood up to people I never thought I would have but on the same note I had a guy tell me that he loved me and he loved my body. That moment has stayed with me, I wish I didn't have a boyfriend at that moment or I would have kissed him or something, instead I said thank you but I have a boyfriend. I just had a confession of love from a guy I had known since I was 5 tell me that he loved me (this was a guy who used to tease me about the size of my breasts, he called me Twin Peaks. But of all the teasing, his never up set me, he never made me cry, he never over stepped the line). All I could think of was shit I have a boyfriend, an out of town guy who wants me? I was confused. Then I was thinking, don't be silly, don't screw up what you've got for a drunk guy who most likely won't remember this conversation. So I did nothing.
5 years on I wish I had done something, I got dumped 4 days later by the out of town boyfriend and I wasn't crushed just annoyed that it was 5 days too late. But what I regret was not picking up the phone and calling him, asking him if he meant what he said. All because I was scared he would back down, take it back or not even remember. So I did nothing until a few weeks ago, when I signed up to FaceBook and there he was. I felt I could ask him about it now, as I am now married and if it was merely a drunk moment I could run to John for safety. He remembered, just about all that happened that night except for one bit. The I love you part but I wont hold that against him, I am not that mean. We all have drunk moments that only the people around us will remember.
I told him that I am in an open marriage in case he was interested, he is, but one catch, he now lives across the ditch in Aussie. So the what ifs continue.
At this stage in my life I would change things in my past but not in my current, I would only change things so as not to affect the current status quo and if that meant changing nothing then so be it. As what I have now I wouldn't trade or change for the world. I love my husband and our life together very much. But I will always wonder what if......... the world was different.
But there will always be regrets and what ifs. I guess its a part of life.
Looking back I feel bad as I regret breaking some of those relationships off, I wish I had known what poly was, I would have been so much happier. While I have some regrets, there has been none of them since I met John, I guess that's because I don't let chances slip by, I take them. But also John helps me take them which is important, this year alone I am doing many things I never thought I would do, like write. This Blog is something I wanted to do but never had the courage for until this year. I first started writing using my husband's LiveJournal but now feel good enough about my self to write on my own terms as me.
Most of my regrets come from high school, the start of my second year 7th has one of my biggest. One night in particular Saturday the 15th of February, a friend of mine was having a party and I had been invited. My whole life I was the good girl, going out meant skating at the rink with friends, maybe holding hands with a boy while I did it. This was different this was a real party, booze, boys and music, something new for me.
I have never been the popular girl at school, I was always bullied mainly for my size. I was the girl who went through puberty first in my year group at school, the rest were 12 months behind me. So to go to this party was a big thing, besides everything else going on in my life this was something that meant life was going up. At that moment in time, I had a boyfriend and I was wanted. Anyway my regret comes from something that happened at the party, its funny how when we are drunk or slightly intoxicated our inhibitions or social walls come down. Sometimes doing something we would or should never have done or doing something we wish we had done years ago but lacked the guts to do it. Well that was one of those nights.
That night I stood up to people I never thought I would have but on the same note I had a guy tell me that he loved me and he loved my body. That moment has stayed with me, I wish I didn't have a boyfriend at that moment or I would have kissed him or something, instead I said thank you but I have a boyfriend. I just had a confession of love from a guy I had known since I was 5 tell me that he loved me (this was a guy who used to tease me about the size of my breasts, he called me Twin Peaks. But of all the teasing, his never up set me, he never made me cry, he never over stepped the line). All I could think of was shit I have a boyfriend, an out of town guy who wants me? I was confused. Then I was thinking, don't be silly, don't screw up what you've got for a drunk guy who most likely won't remember this conversation. So I did nothing.
5 years on I wish I had done something, I got dumped 4 days later by the out of town boyfriend and I wasn't crushed just annoyed that it was 5 days too late. But what I regret was not picking up the phone and calling him, asking him if he meant what he said. All because I was scared he would back down, take it back or not even remember. So I did nothing until a few weeks ago, when I signed up to FaceBook and there he was. I felt I could ask him about it now, as I am now married and if it was merely a drunk moment I could run to John for safety. He remembered, just about all that happened that night except for one bit. The I love you part but I wont hold that against him, I am not that mean. We all have drunk moments that only the people around us will remember.
I told him that I am in an open marriage in case he was interested, he is, but one catch, he now lives across the ditch in Aussie. So the what ifs continue.
At this stage in my life I would change things in my past but not in my current, I would only change things so as not to affect the current status quo and if that meant changing nothing then so be it. As what I have now I wouldn't trade or change for the world. I love my husband and our life together very much. But I will always wonder what if......... the world was different.
But there will always be regrets and what ifs. I guess its a part of life.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Something quick
Making love to my husband is an important part of my life, one that I love dearly. With John working shifts for a major company I don't get sex as much as I would like, but when I do it is all the more special. At the moment he is going on to night shift so the times he is up are now different. Sex in the middle of the afternoon, is more like morning sex to him. Which for me is fantastic, we get to make laid back love. Well last Sunday was one such day, we made love for 2 hours, god it was fantastic.
But what made me want to write about having 2 hours of sex was what John did to me, he did something that he had never done before. He licked my sweet little pussy clean after coming in it not once but twice. It was so hot to watch, and to taste the combined juices off his lips. it was sweet and salty at the same time, it was the taste of love.
Mmmm, I wonder what will be new in the bedroom next time.
But what made me want to write about having 2 hours of sex was what John did to me, he did something that he had never done before. He licked my sweet little pussy clean after coming in it not once but twice. It was so hot to watch, and to taste the combined juices off his lips. it was sweet and salty at the same time, it was the taste of love.
Mmmm, I wonder what will be new in the bedroom next time.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Painting the Trance
It started off as an idea sometime ago, to create a painting or even paintings using breasts as brushes. A bit like finger painting only not.
Well on Wednesday I got my chance to try it and more with the lovely Trance and John taking photos of the whole process.
First we made the floor paint safe with a tarp. Then we laid towels down so that Trance didn't have to lay on the tarp with bare skin, cold plastic is never pleasant especially if your trying to do something erotic and fun. Then came the fun bit Painting the naked and lying down Trance, I started first with her her lovely belly painting green leaves and stalks on.
Once finished doing that I pressed it to the canvas so that I could get the most wet paint on it.
Then I painted her right breast with purple and yellow to make a beautiful flower.
Yet again once finished the design I pressed it to the canvas to finish the main body of the painting.
Then came the left breast. What design to do on it this time? Well as I was unsure I just mixed together my favorite combination of colours - Violet, Cool Blue, Forest Green, Silver and 'Green light' ( yes the colour is Green light not Light Green). I mixed them over Trances Breast, making it look like a giant Paua Shell in the way the colours flowed and mixed. But although it looked beautiful it wasn't quite ready to have a canvas pressed to it. More silver was needed so was spread on, flowering out from the now erect nipple. Now it was ready for the canvas.
Having finished with Trances Breasts I decided to make a suggestion for next time and the breast painting was a success from both sides. I suggested that I use her lovely lush Bush as a brush. Trance loved the idea as did John and they both ran with it, encouraging me to try it there and then. What a new experience, where to start? Well start with choosing the colours, Cool Red, Gold and Silver. Next add the first colour to Trances lovely bush, in this case it was Silver, smear it out a little with the sponge, then start brushing it on the canvas. This is done by passing the canvas at different angles over Trances bush.
Voilà the first colour was done, now add the gold to my new brush and repeat process. Next the red, but alas something is missing, Purple!
That's the colour, something bold and striking as this piece is passion, it is fire, it is Orgasm. So we added purple otherwise known as Violet in my paint box.
At last it was done, the experiment was over, and it worked. I had a wonderfully filthy piece of art that looked fantastic. It was passion, it was fire, it was the heat the burned between your legs, it was Orgasm and I loved what I had created with Trance and Johns help. My human canvas/brush and my lovely assistant.
The three finished works are called - Full Bloom, Paua - Left a Breast, and Orgasm.
Now to get some more blank canvases and some more models/human brushes. I would love to see what kind off effect different cup sizes would have on the process.
Well on Wednesday I got my chance to try it and more with the lovely Trance and John taking photos of the whole process.
First we made the floor paint safe with a tarp. Then we laid towels down so that Trance didn't have to lay on the tarp with bare skin, cold plastic is never pleasant especially if your trying to do something erotic and fun. Then came the fun bit Painting the naked and lying down Trance, I started first with her her lovely belly painting green leaves and stalks on.
Once finished doing that I pressed it to the canvas so that I could get the most wet paint on it.
Then I painted her right breast with purple and yellow to make a beautiful flower.
Yet again once finished the design I pressed it to the canvas to finish the main body of the painting.
Then came the left breast. What design to do on it this time? Well as I was unsure I just mixed together my favorite combination of colours - Violet, Cool Blue, Forest Green, Silver and 'Green light' ( yes the colour is Green light not Light Green). I mixed them over Trances Breast, making it look like a giant Paua Shell in the way the colours flowed and mixed. But although it looked beautiful it wasn't quite ready to have a canvas pressed to it. More silver was needed so was spread on, flowering out from the now erect nipple. Now it was ready for the canvas.
Having finished with Trances Breasts I decided to make a suggestion for next time and the breast painting was a success from both sides. I suggested that I use her lovely lush Bush as a brush. Trance loved the idea as did John and they both ran with it, encouraging me to try it there and then. What a new experience, where to start? Well start with choosing the colours, Cool Red, Gold and Silver. Next add the first colour to Trances lovely bush, in this case it was Silver, smear it out a little with the sponge, then start brushing it on the canvas. This is done by passing the canvas at different angles over Trances bush.
Voilà the first colour was done, now add the gold to my new brush and repeat process. Next the red, but alas something is missing, Purple!
That's the colour, something bold and striking as this piece is passion, it is fire, it is Orgasm. So we added purple otherwise known as Violet in my paint box.At last it was done, the experiment was over, and it worked. I had a wonderfully filthy piece of art that looked fantastic. It was passion, it was fire, it was the heat the burned between your legs, it was Orgasm and I loved what I had created with Trance and Johns help. My human canvas/brush and my lovely assistant.
The three finished works are called - Full Bloom, Paua - Left a Breast, and Orgasm.
Now to get some more blank canvases and some more models/human brushes. I would love to see what kind off effect different cup sizes would have on the process.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Betty Page
Trance recently sent me a link which got me thinking and looking. Looking for Betty Page, these are a few of clips I loved!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Fridays Share
Friday continued the theme of a sexy weekend ( for us a weekend is the four days John is not working in his eight day week). we had Trance come by for some love and affection and assurance that she was needed. which to be honest is easy to do as she is a wonderful woman and well telling the truth is easy when its good stuff. For the first bit we spent it talking and enjoying each others company. Then came the fun part.
Photos! I was an artist and Trance was my model. John had talked to me about maybe taking some pictures of her for her HNT's a few days before hand and I had leapt on the chance and planned ahead. I wanted something different but something fun. What I wanted I got!
The photos involved Trance striping down to her panties and laying on the bed, nothing new there but this is were it changed. I then covered her in my soft toy collection, leaving only the essential parts uncovered. Her boobs of course! After taking a series of picture of her with the collection and parts of it, John then whisked her away to our bedroom for some much needed release. Alas afterwards we had to bid her farewell for the night as she had Vino and Vibes to attend mmmmm more sex type stuff. So the night took a pause there.
But not a pause for long as Rodney soon came online for a little teasing, but as I wasn't up for much more than that due to my breasts being tender. But fun was had anyway and Johns mood soon lifted back to sexy thoughts. After a long day and knowing that Saturday was going to be long we retired to bed but that was just the start of some more fun.
Once in bed John and I spooned as usual, my back resting against his front. It wasn't long before he was playing with my breasts stroking them, tweaking my nipples, making my body writhe at his touch. As I seemed to be warming up he decided it was time to make me come. So with my legs and arms pin his started stroking my hot little pussy with his fingers sliding them up and down my slit. Bringing me closer with every stroke, until when I could take it no longer he plunged his fingers deep inside of me, making me clamp down on them as I came hard and fast.
Then it was his turn for some fun, lifting the blankets he told me " Now get to work." Which I did with great glee as sucking his cock is one of my favorite things, feeling the velvety head slide between my lips and watching Johns reaction. It wasn't long before he was unable to take it much longer. I was pulled up his body into a tight embrace, as he was kissing my lips hard with a probing tongue he was guiding my pussy on to his hard cock. We were on fire, I was sliding up and down his cock purring in joy at sensation but not quite coming.
Then came the point where he was close to orgasm but I wasn't, so he suggested something that would being me closer but hold his off. A change of positions in many senses of the term, I would fuck him with my "cock" ( a fun factory Share ). We decided to try missionary first but there was technical difficulties in the position so we changed to him on top riding my big purple cock. John was soon writhing in pleasure on me due to its intensity.
After a bit John was no longer able to take the intensity of it so we swapped again, back to me riding his cock. It wasn't long before I came gently on his cock sparking an intense one from him. This then set me off again, his now soft cock stroking my slit, from my clit to my hole building up from what was already there until I came so intensely I screamed ( glad that my flatmate was at work).
So after going to the bathroom and cleaning up, both John and I curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep. A nice end to a good day.
Photos! I was an artist and Trance was my model. John had talked to me about maybe taking some pictures of her for her HNT's a few days before hand and I had leapt on the chance and planned ahead. I wanted something different but something fun. What I wanted I got!
The photos involved Trance striping down to her panties and laying on the bed, nothing new there but this is were it changed. I then covered her in my soft toy collection, leaving only the essential parts uncovered. Her boobs of course! After taking a series of picture of her with the collection and parts of it, John then whisked her away to our bedroom for some much needed release. Alas afterwards we had to bid her farewell for the night as she had Vino and Vibes to attend mmmmm more sex type stuff. So the night took a pause there.
But not a pause for long as Rodney soon came online for a little teasing, but as I wasn't up for much more than that due to my breasts being tender. But fun was had anyway and Johns mood soon lifted back to sexy thoughts. After a long day and knowing that Saturday was going to be long we retired to bed but that was just the start of some more fun.
Once in bed John and I spooned as usual, my back resting against his front. It wasn't long before he was playing with my breasts stroking them, tweaking my nipples, making my body writhe at his touch. As I seemed to be warming up he decided it was time to make me come. So with my legs and arms pin his started stroking my hot little pussy with his fingers sliding them up and down my slit. Bringing me closer with every stroke, until when I could take it no longer he plunged his fingers deep inside of me, making me clamp down on them as I came hard and fast.
Then it was his turn for some fun, lifting the blankets he told me " Now get to work." Which I did with great glee as sucking his cock is one of my favorite things, feeling the velvety head slide between my lips and watching Johns reaction. It wasn't long before he was unable to take it much longer. I was pulled up his body into a tight embrace, as he was kissing my lips hard with a probing tongue he was guiding my pussy on to his hard cock. We were on fire, I was sliding up and down his cock purring in joy at sensation but not quite coming.
Then came the point where he was close to orgasm but I wasn't, so he suggested something that would being me closer but hold his off. A change of positions in many senses of the term, I would fuck him with my "cock" ( a fun factory Share ). We decided to try missionary first but there was technical difficulties in the position so we changed to him on top riding my big purple cock. John was soon writhing in pleasure on me due to its intensity.
After a bit John was no longer able to take the intensity of it so we swapped again, back to me riding his cock. It wasn't long before I came gently on his cock sparking an intense one from him. This then set me off again, his now soft cock stroking my slit, from my clit to my hole building up from what was already there until I came so intensely I screamed ( glad that my flatmate was at work).
So after going to the bathroom and cleaning up, both John and I curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep. A nice end to a good day.
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