Ok- this is what I’m listening to. This is just a fun song to dance to. I went dancing last weekend and they played this song, and I now I just love it- and I want to go dancing again so bad.

Someone take me dancing!!

Conversations with my alter ego:

I’m craving today. Cock- fuck- submission.

My last meeting with Mr. Construction was pleasant. He has a nice cock that I enjoy sucking- however the time spent was not as intense, not as aggressive as our first time together. Perhaps because I was rushed for time- or limited in what we could do. He is not a dominant lover, even if he was very aggressive with me the first time he fucked me.

Most of the weekend was spent wishing I was being fucked. Being pushed and pulled and smacked and spanked. I’m getting father from vanilla with every pull of my hair. Finding myself less satisfied in the sweet and tender and craving the physical and aggressive. It’s a dangerous path for me to walk, and I know that I could easily go too far. Keeping my heart closed off from the ones I love because that is a pain I can’t tolerate. Opening my body to pain that you can.

He wants to use me and let other men use me. Watch me fucking other men. Sucking cock and being fucked. He wants to tie my tits and slap them while I wince and maybe even cry from the sensitivity. He doesn’t want me to fight him. He has no desire to overpower me, he wants the submission I will gladly give. The injury I sustained last week to my back and shoulder was proof of that. I know what to say if I want him to stop or slow down. Instead you instinctively blocked his hand as he spanked my ass to a bright red. So he pulled it behind your back, and pinned me down. He will break you of you bratty nature, this is for sure. And while I have no love for Mr. Park, there is respect and trust and that is the next best thing.

In the absence of emotion, I crave submission. In the absence of love, I crave pain.
I need to be hurt today. I need to feel it. My scalp needs to ache from my hair being pulled to the edge of break. My flesh wants to burn from the strikes against my skin. My cunt want to hurt from being fucked raw and sore. My body wants to ache from sore muscles pushing against his strong body.
Yes
I need that. Soon.

I cannot function in this tame world today. I need the comfort of the dark twisted cell of your true desires and I need get lost there. You won’t quiet me again.

I have fed the Beast.
She’s tasted it, and sooner or later she will consume me.

Now I told you I don’t wear thongs, right?  However, when I got this one- I thought- well, maybe this might be worth it.

It seems to have a little something for everyone right?  Vibe for me, stroker beads for him.  So I decided to try it out with the Young Man.  

The reviews on this have been mostly positive, so I was expecting good things.  

Yeah, not so much.

Well, let me start with the good things.  It fit nicely.  Even for a big girl like me, it fit well.  The beads lay where they are supposed to and the bullet vibe sits where it should and even if they are watch battery beads, while being fucked, a little is better than nothing.  I always thought it was weird to have a vibrating cockring for her, since she has to be constantly up against the base of her partners cock, and if you thrusting… well, you know what I mean.

So the fact that I got the vibe was nice.  Until I moved.  And got pinched by the beads.

Yes, pinched, down there. 

Ouch. Ouch. OUCH!

I didn’t wear it for long.  It was hard to move without it pinching me.  I don’t even have a whole lot of labia, and the beads still managed to pinch what was there.  Not cool.  I found myself pulling the beads away from me when I had to move around.  

On all fours, they did not line up right anymore and the Young Man claimed pressure was not even (this could be a size thing or maybe I was wearing them too snug).  Moving back to my back, it pinched me a 4th time, and they came off.

It’s a good idea, maybe even too much of a good idea- but it didn’t work for me.

Bummer.

However, Vibe Review does have a nice selection of vibrating cock rings.

Since I happily got to suck cock twice this week I thought I’d go ahead and look up some cumshot vids.  

No sound, but you know… sexy.  Click HERE.

250 Cumshots in 5:33.  Ok, well this is an impressive compliation. Click HERE.

Holy Fuck- This guy comes forever.  Is this even real??  Click HERE.

Something very funny. Click HERE.

And if all those cumshots don’t do it for you- here’s a little something else that I love so much.  Even in German.  Seriously fucking hot. Click HERE. 

Have a great night.

For as much as I love a hot sex blog, it’s nice to sometimes have book in my hot little hands to read, in bed, or at the doctors office or by the pool or at the pharmacy. The first thing I did was buy a book cover- for the last few options.

Sexy, yes- but not exactly what I want sitting on my coffee table with a teenage boy at home. Some things he just doesn’t need to know about mom.

I’m still new to this kinky brand of play. Not that I’ve never received a good whack or two, but just recently have I learned to experience the pleasure of a good spanking. More than a few whacks- but enough to leave my ass red hot! When Rachel Kramel Bussel announced that she needed people to review this book, I emailed her immediately to get on the virtual book tour. Below is excerpt of me reading a piece of one of my favorite stories in this book, “Riding the Storm” by Thomas Christopher.

Riding the Storm

Yeah, hot huh?? This book is 20 short stories about spanking and touches on all sorts of sexy topics. The stories are short enough to read while waiting for your script at the pharmacy, but just long enough to get you started and finished if you like to read and play in bed.

Another bonus, it’s a paperback and perfectly sized so you can hold it with just one hand, because… well, you know.

Follow the rest of the Book Tour.

Ok, so I admit it, I prefer to have a bigger cock.

This is my new strap on with dildo.

I really like the feel of the harness, and it has a place to put a bullet vibe, score!!  However, the dildo it comes with, is just not- big enough…

This is my other one….

While the harness on the new one, is easier to put on and much more comfortable, the dildo that comes with the older one is bigger, much bigger.  I like it big.  

Fine, I admit it- I want a big cock.

The good thing is that the o-ring will allow me to use the bigger cock with the more comfortable harness.

Rock on.  

My young man called me this morning and asked me to talk dirty to him. He’s so sweet, he almost didn’t know how to say it.

“I am home alone and I have this hard on, and I was wondering if maybe we could, you know… talk.”

He’s adorable really.

It being our first time with this, and perhaps HIS first time- I let him talk to me about what he liked about our last time together. My office door was closed and drowned out the sounds of the voices in the hall.

As he spoke I could hear his voice getting shaky and I knew he wanted me to take over. He wasn’t far from cumming, I could tell. I instructed him to slow down, stroke it slow and tight.

“Stroke it like the way I suck your cock baby. Slow and tight.”

He groaned out loud- and cursed at me, “Fuck- I can’t. It’s so good- I need to do it fast.”

“Not yet.” I told him, “No cumming until I say.”

“What?” he said gasping for breath, “No… please, don’t.”

He’s afraid of this. Afraid of being denied. Afraid that the moment I say don’t- it will trigger something and he will cum without even thinking about. He had admitted to me that when he’s demanded to cum, he can’t- and when he’s denied, he can’t stop it.

“Fuck- bitch.”

“You better not cum baby… You better wait, hold it back, don’t do it.” I said the words, but my tone… the purring in my voice, the pleading- the toying with his head. He knew I was really saying the opposite. He knew that I knew these were the exact words that would get him to cum hard.

“I can’t hold it… oh God I can’t.” his voice was desperate, shaking and I could hear his body moving with his jerking, “Please, stop.”

“Ohhh baby- nooooo…. you need to wait.” I was dangling him by a thread and I could hear it in his voice. My words were perfectly contradictory to my tone and it was making him crazed, “Not yet baby… oh fuck, oh god- not yet.”

He groaned loud, announcing his orgasm. Defiant to my wicked requests, apologizing and lost in a delicious moment. “Oh god yes- I’m sorry, I’m cumming. Oh fuck… yes!”

I moaned and encouraged him along, letting him finish and imagining his tan stomach covered in cum and sweat. I waited until he finally spoke.

“Oh my god I came so much,” he broke into a little bit of laughter, “That was so good.”

“You’re very welcome sweetheart. I have to get back to work now.”

He sighed, “Ok. When can I see you again?”

I giggled, “Soon love. Real soon.”

Meet me after work. I want your cock in my mouth.

I was never a big fan of thong panties. No matter how I tried, I just never was able to wear them without being insanely uncomfortable. I usually sport cotton bikini’s in random colors and I do have some lacey boyshorts that I love. I recently came in ‘contact’ with some boys boxers from H&M. Wow, those are the softest underwear I’ve ever seen and I may need to buy some, just cause I think they will feel really nice, even if they are the boys-kind. Anyone want to send me some? I assume I’m a large.

However, occasionally I will accidentally grab a pair of briefs- that are less sexy, and more ‘mom like.’ I’ll admit it, they’re comfy. Yeah, I said it.

And you know, I think I do ok with them… don’t you think?

This is what he said to me.

Mr. Park unbuttoned his jeans and pushed my head down on him. His cock was already hard. The flesh between my lips was warm and inviting. I was hungry for him, he knew this and had seen me eyeballing his cock as we sat on the couch getting comfortable. I had emailed him- professing that I was hungry for cock and would he be in the area. He agreed that I should not be made to wait.

I took him slow, taking him down deep and enjoying the sensation. He stroked my hair for a few moments, ‘good girl.’

He gathered my hair in his hands and used it to push me down on his cock. Slowly, sinking deep and then pulling me back so I could suck on the length of his shaft. Down again. Oh his cock is lovely so lovely. So big and hard.

He pulled me so I was parallel to the couch so he could reach me- he pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing my ass. I winced as he drew his hand away as I knew it was coming. Sharp and hard on my ass so that I lurched a bit forward- leaving him to push his cock down my throat. Again, and again until it stung against my flesh. I continued to take him in my mouth, in my throat- trying not to choke as each stinging strike jerked my body.

I reached my hand back- instinctively trying to cover myself. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it up on my back, and using his elbow to pin me, the other hand, spanking me over and over, and then grabbing my hair and pushing me down on him. Forcing his cock into my throat and jerking my head up and down on him.

“Suck that cock, slut. Take it down like a good whore. You are such a good girl. You like me spanking this ass don’t you?” SMACK. and again and again. “You know what to say if it’s too much, but you want it don’t you? Fucking slut.”

With that he pulled me off his cock. I was a mess. I tend to get self conscious when giving head as so not to get spit everywhere. I’m weird about fluids, I think I’ve said that. Of course, when sucking cock this way, there’s no time or room to worry about it. The only way I can breathe is to occasionally open my mouth a bit wider than the shaft and his constant thrusting into my throat was making the saliva run in overdrive. It was on my hands, on my face.

“Look at all that fuck on your face,” he caressed my cheek. I wiped up my face a bit and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera. “Lets see you back on my cock, now.”

I moved back down and sucked him some more- one hand in my hair, he pulled me back and turned my head sideways and snapped some pictures of slutty mouth on his cock. “That’s a good girl,” he groaned at me, setting the camera down and wrapped his hands around my hair again, pulling it and grabbing me hard. He fucked my throat, hard. again and again. Still spanking, still thrusting.

I was in heaven. In my zone. I felt sexy and strong in my submission. His adoration fueled me and while he commented about whether or not he’d be forced to fuck my ass- I was determined to swallow his cock like a good whore until he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I kept going, tightening my lips around him- doing my best not to choke. Unable to breathe and throat full of cock, I know my deep throating needs work- but I press on. Feeling his cock grow solid and I knew he was close. His words flowed out at me, and I moaned and begged him to cum with my slutty whimpers.

“Swallow it. Swallow all that cum, whore!” he groaned and pumped his thick cream into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and then continued to adore his cock, gently licking it and sucking slowly while he looked down on me, smoothing my hair from my face and speaking in low tones. “That’s a good girl. Very good girl. You have a fantastic mouth. You are spectacular.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered. Laying my head on his thigh for an extra moment, reveling in his attention.

I sat up and arranged my clothes a bit, rubbing my red ass, feeling the heat coming from the red marks I didn’t need to see to know they were there. My throat was already feeling sore and my lips were swollen and my jaw was aching.

I felt good and satisfied.