My breath is rapid as each wave of sensation moves through my body. I hear my lover moan as my hips start to quiet and he tenderly kisses my neck. He whispers, "good girl" and moves away. I hear both men move to the corner of the room and I can barely hear the whispering back and forth and my mind races. Something is being moved, rustling from a drawer and then I feel the weight sag the bed at my feet.
I hear my lover say, "are you ready" and the Stranger must have nodded because the next sensation was a shocking cold on the tip of my engorged clit. Instinctively my legs start to close and I feel two hands push them back to the bed. A harsh reprimand from my lover reminds me of my duty and my stomach tightens. There is a thrill that runs through me when I am told what to do, the shiver of surrender I guess and once again the coldness is applied to my clit. I can feel the weight now and I instantly assume what is in store for me.
My lips are spread and the cold of the glass object makes my pussy muscles tighten and my clit retreats. The chilled object starts to move across my slit and down to my asshole and back up to my clit again and again. The slow movement although cold starts a sensation of warmth as my flesh responds. I hear the shutter of the camera and the warmth of a light radiating between my legs and I know this is being captured in every way possible.
The slow movements tease the wetness toward my opening and the Stranger's breath is hot on my flesh as he moves in for a close up. The erotic aspect of being on display and the sensation of the glass object combined with element of the unknown are intoxicating. I start to lose myself in the rhythm, the wet sounds that my body is making and the need to be penetrated.
I feel my lips being spread open more and the glass object is gently pushing at the opening of my cunt and I gasp. I am feeling embarrassed at my own desperation and can barely control my impulse to push back on whatever the object tempting me. I suspect it is my own toy Mr. Wonderful but with so much going on I can't be sure. The Stranger moves closer and I feel the exhalation of his breath and the deep breath in as if he is tasting me through my smell. The tip of his tongue pushes down on my clit and doesn't move and I feel like I'm being held on the edge of anticipation.
My lover's fingers start to move my outer lips and yet the Stranger stays perfectly still. My whole cunt is experiencing different sensations now and the intensity is beyond belief. In one perfectly timed instant my lover stops his movement but keeping me spread open and the glass object and tongue move away. I feel the gush of my wetness spill out and down to my asshole.
I have always wanted to have those squirting orgasms that drench a man's face and cock but was never able to achieve it. This is the closest I have ever gotten to feeling the release of fluid I so longed for. I hear the shutter clicking away at such a rate now it must be set on some sort of rapid fire setting. I lay stock still enjoying the sensation of warm wetness and letting it lull me into a sexually relaxed state I often achieve when my lover suckles at my breasts for long periods of time.
My lover's voice sounds gruff with desire as he tells me to lift my knees up towards my chest yet keeping my legs spread wide. I find it difficult to move at all in this heightened state and I wish someone was there to do it for me. I feel a hand lightly smack my pussy lips and it shocks me back into the room. My senses shift into a different state immediately and my mind races as the second smack finds it's mark on my pink wet flesh.
The bed shifts and I am alone on the bed. I wait for what seems like minutes but must be only a few seconds and I feel cool something dripping over my exposed bum. A rough hand then moves the liquid around my taint and asshole and I can tell this is the touch of the eager Stranger. I hear noise of moving furniture and the warmth of the light shifts to the tender pucker of my skin and I wait. The mind can move at lightning speed when the unknown is all around.
I hear my lover's voice speak to the Stranger and he says, "go ahead"....
Often when I masturbate I have the same reoccurring fantasy. Mind you that fantasy is just that, it never has to be realized because the fun is in the imagination.
I have a fondness to being blindfolded and sometimes tied to the bed. I love the surrender and unknowing. It feels exciting to not know what is going to happen and that is a rare escape to my control.
So back to the fantasy...I imagine being blindfolded and tied up to my bed with my lover in the room. I hear him moving around but he hasn't touch me yet. He takes a quick phone call and leaves the room and I wait and wonder. My body feels alive with possibility and my sex betrays my anticipation with a sticky wetness that is almost embarrassing.
I hear his footstep outside the bedroom door and my heart beat quickens. I wonder why he makes me wait but I already know the answer. He makes me wait because it heightens the experience for me. He wants my body begging, my legs to fall open with hunger and my mind to be on overdrive.
I realize that there are 2 sets of footsteps and my confusion sets in. He isn't a jealous man, in fact just the opposite but he does understand my boundaries. I hear him close to the bed and I feel his breath on my neck as he talks closely into my ear.
"I've invited a friend over" he says. "His birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to give him something special and unique this year. I told him that he could photograph you and touch you but that he couldn't have sex with you. He is interested in your smell and taste and maybe I'll give him your soaking panties and a souvenir".
I start to protest but he quiets me immediately. He says, "you will not know which of my friends this is and he has promised extreme discretion". My curious mind races trying to figure out if I could stalk each of his friends on Facebook to find out but I feel my lovers hands on my inner thighs as he forces my legs open.
I hear a moan from the stranger. I strain to listen carefully for a clue but it wasn't enough to go on. I hear some rustling around, maybe furniture moving and then I feel the warmth of a light across my body. More rustling and then I hear the familiar sound of a shutter and the snap of a flash.
My lover again is at my ear and he tells me that I have to try and stay still and quiet no matter what happens. If I'm a good girl I will get rewarded with a number of lovely orgasms. I want to be a good girl, and I so desperately want to orgasm, I already need to orgasm.
I chose to wear my Cosa Bella thong and matching bra which are a see through mesh and I'm wondering what kind of mess I've already made of myself. I can feel my lips swell and my wetness move to the fabric between my legs and it makes me feel shy. My lover is used to my body, anticipates my wetness with eagerness but this stranger may not appreciate it in the same way. I start to close my legs and I feel rough hands force my knees apart. My lover reprimands me with a light and humorous tone but I know he is serious.
I feel the bed give way between my legs and the shutter starts again. My lover starts to purr into my ear that the stranger is very excited at the chance to photograph this kind of desire. He is going to take a good deal of photos of this encounter so he can use them later in private, or maybe share with other men. His friend will be taking photos of anything and everything except my face so that I can maintain anonymity. As he says this, I feel my thong moved to the side pushing my outer lips and the cool air tickling my exposed sex.
My sex responds instantly and clenches and then relaxes as my lover starts to stroke my skin. My body gives in before my mind and I feel the flush across my chest. "That's it" my lover whispers into my ear. "Let him have you. Let him take your beauty and filth."
My legs are untied and my knees pushed up and opened. The thong slides back into place and for a brief moment I regain composure. Just then I feel the warm breath between legs and I hear a long deep breath in as the Stranger smells my pussy. I hear a moan and only one word, "delicious". I feel two hand push my legs farther apart and hold me there as the camera snaps again. I know my wetness is epic at this point but my embarrassment falls away. I am starting to be raw sex and enjoyment.
I can feel my lovers hands stroking my inner thighs, coaxing them open more and my sex is unfolding under the fabric. The blood rushing to my labia feels divine. I feel fingers on my mound and they start to stroke. The sensation is amazing and I feel my first orgasm beginning to build. There is whispering and my lover exclaims, "yes, she is getting close" and chuckles. The stranger stops and the shutter goes again.
My lover takes my legs and pushes my knees to my chest so that my ass pouts and again the thong is moved to the side. A long, hmmmm, escapes the Strangers lips and the shutter goes again. My lover says, "enough of this thong". He puts my legs down on the bed and slowly pulls it off while the Stranger snaps away.
I am instructed to open my legs wide and my lover sounds proud as he invites his friend to move closer and touch my parted pussy. The anticipation is electric for me and my body quivers a little. A strange man is now parting my lips open and stroking my heated wet flesh and it's incredible. I hear the camera shutter going again and I know it's my lover this time. He wants to document my desire, my sticky lust and keep it for when he wants to show me off.
The Stranger is patient, unnervingly patient as he strokes my lips. I can feel my tiny clit straining and hardening for attention but he waits. He stretches my lips wide, exposing the little bud and my lover shoots more photos. They joke about my need and tease me both. Two sets of hands now caress my aching flesh but neither touch my clit. I know when they do I will explode.
I feel fingers now trace around the opening of my pussy while the other continue to stroke. The incredible sensations that flood my pelvis are more then I can take and I raise up my hips to beg for penetration. The Stranger obliges and pushes in two of his fingers slightly and he massages the opening. He says, "Yes, that's it, open for me." Automatically my legs spread wider and I try to move into his fingers.
He stops and I hear him taste his fingers. It is like he is eating a luscious dessert. He dips them in again and tastes repeatedly. In my mind I'm screaming at him to finger me for release but he doesn't. He starts to shoot again and I feel my lover's mouth on the full of my breast. He pulls down the cup to my bra and takes my nipple into his mouth roughly. Instantly my nipple hardens and he bites down just a little instead of sucking. I moan...
I can't help it now. My need is overtaking my senses and I just want to orgasm so bad. I feel my lover reach under and unhook my bra and the shutter goes off again. Pinching and stroking my nipples until they are on fire with need and my legs spread open I can't tell who is touching me now. The hands are just all over my breasts, kneading, pinching and stroking. My hips buck and I squeeze my legs together for release and I am quickly reprimanded. "Leave them open so we can see you weep from your sex" my lover says and I open them immediately. I have to be good because I have to cum, it is all I can think about.
I then feel a mouth on each breast sucking, and biting soft and then hard. The difference between the two mouths is difficult to detect because of my blinding need. I feel hands now move across my inner thighs and pull open my sex from each side. Both seem careful not to make direct contact with my mound or lips, just teasing touches.
A soft, "please" escapes my lips and they both stop. My lover whisper, "you have been a good girl" into my ear and I feel a mouth clamp down on my pussy. I push back and start to move my hips when two hands push me to a stop and the mouth leaves. They aren't men to me anymore, just hands and mouths. I hear the shutter again and a groan and I wait.
The Stranger starts to rub my need and I am wild inside with desire. I feel his breath and the sound of the shutter and I can't contain myself any longer. His lips find my clit and suck hard and I cum for the first time...
Photo by Fairy
What happens when a woman like me doesn't wear panties out in public? The air that finds it's way under my skirt tickles and my sex responds instantly. As my legs drape open the sun warms and caresses my pink flesh and I'm aroused. My mind wanders and that part of me that wants to be exposed, to seen and wanted races to the front.
I like being on display in my mind. I like being admired and desired. I like feeling free and open as my wetness trickles out....it is intoxicating. I like to hear about the desire of others and the response to my images. I used to crave it...fantasize about it...
It makes me want to do dirty things, things I would never actually be brave enough to do but my mind and body are willing when I'm exposed.
I want to hear about the rawness of desire and the lust of the admirer. I want to manipulate it with my flesh, my body and my words. I want to know that a glimpse led to a fever that could only be rubbed or jerked out.
I love being naughty...
I need to start with a photo today. It was a fucked up kinda day. No time for myself and surrounded by demands.
I would like to be back in this photo, stretched out on the bed enjoying the solitude of shooting self portraits and masturbating. It seems like so long ago that I had this luxury of time and discovery.
It always surprised me when I shot photos. At first I always felt awkward being nude with my camera in hand. I didn't alway have an idea, sometime I would just let the lighting guide me down the rabbit hole. It might start out rough but eventually I would find something, a spark or an accident and I would take it from there.
Ultimately I would become aroused trying to get my body just right because the light would tickle and beckon. It found the places of pure sensation and most often hidden. Light is a gentle lover of sorts. It warms and caresses in a way that nothing else does. Light doesn't judge or demand but gives unconditionally. When you capture light in just the right way it can give romance in one moment and then a strict and firm lover in the next. I guess it is moody and can trick you and the audience it reaches.
I could never rely on light, but I could rely on it's effects on me. I surrender to it at any cost in hope it will grant me the release, even if it is just the release of my shutter.
I hope to make love to the light again...it has been a long time.
Before I get too involved with this blog let me state it out here in the open...I am living with someone and although it is complicated and a bit messy, he is dynamite in the bedroom. Like all couples we go through periods of no sex, or limited sex but I don't actually desire anyone else outside of my mind. Even in my mind the "others" if male are equipped with his hands, mouth and cock...all quite satisfying in many ways.
He isn't jealous and doesn't mind men looking, in fact he has a whole photo stream on Flickr devoted to me and my nudity with a sprinkling of himself in it.
I am his in the physical and I am my own woman of exploration everywhere else.
It is the itch of sexual expression and need that follow me like a shadow today. It started 2 days ago and I can't seem to shake it. Yesterday before my shower I laid down on my bed and within minutes of touching myself I orgasmed. It doesn't take much to get me there right now and no matter how many I have I still can't seem to quiet the need between the pink folds of my flesh.
When I reach down between my legs for quick release I can feel my swollen lips ache to be touched. At that point it is consuming. I want everyone and no one to touch and see me. I want a mouth surrounding my labia, a finger nudging my clit and a cock deep inside of me. My nipples strain under my bra for attention and I feel like I am the sex I seek.
I often wonder what it is like to witness me in that state. To see the excitement evident in my swollen wetness and erect nipples. The flush that must come over my skin and the sounds...I've tried to capture it in a photo but for some reason it doesn't match up with my inner version. I feel more sticky, hot and open. The photos don't reflect the need...the need that makes my underwear damp and me squirm in my chair as I write this.
I started this as a form of expression and to be seen. I've been on Flickr for a number of years and although the photos are still outstanding, I find myself bored with the groups. Don't get me wrong there is still LOTS of fun to be had on Flickr's adult side but there is also a fair amount of drama. Women competing for the attentions of a billion users just doesn't make sense but they do and well, I guess I wanted a one woman show for a while.
What to start with, an old image or a new one? I decided to start out with a bang or rather me banging myself and post something naughty.
Let me just say that this blog is for adults and is written by an adult. I will not censor myself for my passions, and I will be posting explicit photos most of the time. If this isn't your thing then please google kittens and get back to the rainbow and beach front photos.
I'll try and fine tune the process of this blog as it evolves and maybe I'll find some readers that like my stuff...then again, maybe not.
