September 8, 2011

SKYE BLUE

We’re at the tail end of the first week of Back to School month, and in addition to yet another lively podcast, you’ve been privy key bits of knowledge regarding sex gleaned from Sam and Elizabeth’s sordid past. And tonight, in keeping with this month’s theme, I too will share things I’ve picked up about sex – much more recently…

As those of you who’ve been around for a while know, I embarked upon what I like to call my sex makeover a few months back. Since that time I’ve played with a dom or two, tried my hand at rope play (so far only as a bottom), and spent a lot of time discussing and exploring my kinks with the help of my more experienced/knowledgeable friends. But without a doubt, the hottest part of my sex makeover, is still the horizontal time I spend with my FWB, Mr. B. Here’s why…

In addition to schooling me on the joy of back shots (I mean what’s not to love about being ass up and face down during sex?) and making me so comfortable I’m able to lose myself during sex (there’s virtually nothing the man can ask that I won’t do when we’re together), quite by accident Mr. B has uncovered another one of my sexual interests…

Butt Play (Please note the butt in question is his, not mine).

Fact is, Mr. B is the first man who has granted me, specifically my digits, an all access pass to his ass. As a result, he’s contributed greatly to my repertoire building and ongoing sexual edification. Because of his willingness to ‘open up’ for me I’ve learned that I absolutely LOVE pleasuring a man that way and seeing said man enjoying the feeling of my finger(s) inside him. Especially when he’s ass up (did I mention that Mr. B has a glorious butt?) and face down. (What can I say? It’s a wonderful position whether you’re the top or the bottom). Now I completely relate to all the dudes out there love that position so much. The visual is nothing short of amazing. Really it is.

Trouble is, now I may relate just a bit too much. You see, lately when I think about having sex with Mr. B or simply envision his super extra delicious ass, a certain act always comes to mind. Just the thought of it sets my pulse racing and my heart pounding in my chest, to the point that I almost feel faint. Real talk. It’s something I never thought I’d ever be into, but here I am chomping at the bit at the thought of…

Pegging a man.

Uh huh. You read that right. I’m dying to strap one on and give it (real good) to a man, who has explicitly expressed his very enthusiastic consent (sound familiar Nikki?) to do so. Unfortunately, neither Mr. B nor resident Met Another Frog threesome sans pegging hopeful Sam Sharpe are trying to hear that – for now. So I’m SOL until I find a willing dude. But that hasn’t stopped me from dreaming.

Lately, I’ve been making it my habit to stop in at the more women friendly sex shops around town to try a strap on or two out. Ladies, can I tell you just how awesome it feels every time I have one of those bad boys on? Each time the sales girl on hand buckles me into the harness and I look down at that big, beautiful silicon cock jutting out in front of me, I feel…

POWERFUL.

And when I reach down to grip my temporary johnson‘ I immediately want to put all it’s girthy, lengthy, rock hard goodness to use…

FACK!

Just writing about it has my head spinning. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to implode if I keep thinking, writing and talking about it, without ever DOING it. So here’s what peeps. It’s official. I’m currently looking for a willing and avid volunteer – preferably one with a butt kinda like the one pictured above – to step up to the plate and take one from behind, for the benefit of my (and with any luck his) continued sexual enjoyment, edification and learning.

Any takers?

Oh yeah…I promise I’ll be gentle.

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