I haven't mentioned that one of my passions is cycling. Not that I'm really hardcore, but I've built my own bike and use it to commute for work. About 100 miles per week.
Today I got knocked off. I'm about to go on vacation. I've nothing more than bruises as sprains, though the bike has fared worse. I wont complain too much as I'm not badly injured. Annoyingly the driver claims her partner is a cyclist and is always telling her to watch out for bikes. It clearly hasn't worked as she turned left without noticing the vehicle in the other lane on her left. Bright daylight.
Some days I especially hate London's congested roads and dopey half asleep sheeple.
There, rant over.
Mykey
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Sleeping In panties is hard
Yes it is hard ;)
I was asked to massage my wifes feet as she fell sleep tonight. Nothing unusual there. Naked she demanded. Nice touch :)
I asked if I could remove her Panties which I've had on all day. No, she liked me being embarrassed.
Trouble is she fell asleep without giving me permission, so here I lie beside her, her lacy thong teasing my cock and my ass. I am finding it 'hard' to get to sleep.
(yes they are white lace petal x)
I was asked to massage my wifes feet as she fell sleep tonight. Nothing unusual there. Naked she demanded. Nice touch :)
I asked if I could remove her Panties which I've had on all day. No, she liked me being embarrassed.
Trouble is she fell asleep without giving me permission, so here I lie beside her, her lacy thong teasing my cock and my ass. I am finding it 'hard' to get to sleep.
(yes they are white lace petal x)
Thursday, 15 July 2010
The weekly cum
It seems my wife really likes to deny me. She has settled on one orgasm a week. Pretty much never more, rarely less. I find a few things worthy of comment.
Once a week isn't a lot for me. It's fine at first after a phase of lots of orgasms but as time goes by my need builds up, the one cum enough to slow the inexorable build up of desperation, but not stop it. It's like a slow motion car crash, however much I want to avoid that clawing hunger I know I won't be fed enough.
And it really isn't enough. My sub side is being pushed beyond limits. I want more cums (though I love that she puts her love of denial ahead of my need to cum). I really do want more, though I fall deeper in submission as she imposes her will and denies me my request.
But it's subtle. Slow to build up. Inexorable.
The other thing is why once a week. Sandy finds that's the level at which she gets to keep having fun denying me but I don't get too clingy. I sometimes miss one weekend if she is feeling capricious or i get a spoiled one. But generally it holds true. Too long and I get so I need her constantly, to touch her, hold her, pleasure her. To get second hand what I cant have.
As for loving to deny me... We are about to go on vacation for two weeks. Hot sun and sand. I asked her if I may be allowed more than one a week on holiday. She just laughed at me and said, categorically, no way. Even on holiday she won't ease up. Two weeks of her in a Brazilian bikini, and all those other girls on the beach, I'm almost scared.
Once a week isn't a lot for me. It's fine at first after a phase of lots of orgasms but as time goes by my need builds up, the one cum enough to slow the inexorable build up of desperation, but not stop it. It's like a slow motion car crash, however much I want to avoid that clawing hunger I know I won't be fed enough.
And it really isn't enough. My sub side is being pushed beyond limits. I want more cums (though I love that she puts her love of denial ahead of my need to cum). I really do want more, though I fall deeper in submission as she imposes her will and denies me my request.
But it's subtle. Slow to build up. Inexorable.
The other thing is why once a week. Sandy finds that's the level at which she gets to keep having fun denying me but I don't get too clingy. I sometimes miss one weekend if she is feeling capricious or i get a spoiled one. But generally it holds true. Too long and I get so I need her constantly, to touch her, hold her, pleasure her. To get second hand what I cant have.
As for loving to deny me... We are about to go on vacation for two weeks. Hot sun and sand. I asked her if I may be allowed more than one a week on holiday. She just laughed at me and said, categorically, no way. Even on holiday she won't ease up. Two weeks of her in a Brazilian bikini, and all those other girls on the beach, I'm almost scared.
Monday, 28 June 2010
My own subbie
I forgot to mention, but as of a few weeks ago I have permission from my wife to look for a sub. An outlet for the other side of me, the Dom.
I almost certainly won't start looking soon as life is extremely busy, but sometime it will be the right time. It will be exciting, and I'm pleased that Sandy is fine with it as long as certain (few) limits are respected. Nothing that would impinge on a d/s relationship.
M
I almost certainly won't start looking soon as life is extremely busy, but sometime it will be the right time. It will be exciting, and I'm pleased that Sandy is fine with it as long as certain (few) limits are respected. Nothing that would impinge on a d/s relationship.
M
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Friday, 18 June 2010
Finally, playtime the morning after
We woke up the next morning. We rarely play after a club night, sandy is usually far to tired, and often so am I. Next morning however is a different matter. She had a long lie in, sleeping till about 11am. A morning coffee made by her loving sub, after a little lazy cuddle. Then we started to play. I lying between her legs giving her a little oral, more to be playful rather than turn her on as oral is really not her thing. It seems however that a night of submission and dominance, and a week without an orgasm had her very much revved up! In fact she very shortly had her head rolled back and her eyes shut enjoying the sensations. I love to give oral so I wasn't about to stop this show. After a while of this, and having nearer peaks of pleasure not far from the edge of orgasm, wetter, much wetter than she usually gets, she suddenly came out with 'i want to fuck your arse. Then... 'i want you to put something on my arse, then I want to fuck your arse!'
I grunted and carried on teasing and pleasing her for a moment but she was on fire, quickly she demanded. Within a few minutes I had a black plug pushed deep in her bottom, and after a moments tease I was knelt at her feet pulling her pink leather strap on up long legs. A sexy thing to be doing believe me, I felt hot, submissive, scared and thrilled, barely able to contain myself. Nor was she! She was pushing me to hurry, I bent over the end of the bed and she moved behind, barely warming me up, a moment with her finger is all, and only that because I asked. She was needing to fire into me and wasn't willing to wait a minute longer than she had to. This strap on is big, for me at least, I have only taken it fully once, I was nervous but she thrust in with no hesitation until the head popped through. Surprisingly not too much pain, at least till she started thrusting. Then, ow, more ow, I asked her to stop a moment and she did, sort of, thrusting forwards and back in small movements that were almost what I had asked for but not quite. She wanted this, I was going to take it and she didn't want to slow down. You have no idea how hot it was to be made to take her cock like that, the bare minimum of time allowed for me to adjust, her raw lust driving her into me. I was very very turned on, although not hard. I don't get hard from ass fucking unless I also have my cock played with.
As she thrusts harder and deeper I took the opportunity on one of the breaks to consciously relax my muscles. This was the break I needed and the last of the pain left
Being replaced by insane deep deep pleasure. By now she was fucking me hard, really hard, deep and fast like a man desperate to cum. I had taken the whole cock by now to the hilt, the soft skin of her thighs slapping into my butt. She reached around playing with my cock, pushed me down on the bed to tease me, rubbing her breasts on my back the hard points of her nipples drawing lines of fire on me. I played with myself but under strict instructions not to cum, and i reached behind me and between her legs to touch her. I found her soaking wet, inner thighs soaked with her wetness and thick around the strap of the thong harness as it pulled up between her lips rubbing her clit. Maybe that's why she was fucking me so hard...
After quite a while of this I rolled over and she fucked me some more, face to face, her sat up and pounding into me as I touched myself, but her need to orgasm was soon to much. She lay back telling me to get another dildo and fuck her with it and make her cum. With her arse full of a plug, her pussy having a dildo pushed in and out and my mouth on her pussy, she came as I licked her while sucking her clit into my mouth, putting it under pressure as I flicked it with my tongue. She tasted so warm and musky, she arched, groaned, her orgasm lasted a long time but she never pulled away from my mouth until the very end when she lay back relaxed, sated, the odd tremor passing through her.
After she relaxed it was my turn. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest, her beautiful rounded buttocks in front of me, then above me and sinking, dropping her pussy and arse on my mouth. I mouthed her pussy, my nose in the cleft of her cheeks, smelling her and tasting her, unable to breath without her permission. She told me to wank, to touch myself as she
watched, which I did. As I ran out of breath I came, her scent filling my senses as I shot cum up to my shoulder, that strong was my orgasm!
To say I felt relaxed after that is an understatement.Well where to begin?!!
I grunted and carried on teasing and pleasing her for a moment but she was on fire, quickly she demanded. Within a few minutes I had a black plug pushed deep in her bottom, and after a moments tease I was knelt at her feet pulling her pink leather strap on up long legs. A sexy thing to be doing believe me, I felt hot, submissive, scared and thrilled, barely able to contain myself. Nor was she! She was pushing me to hurry, I bent over the end of the bed and she moved behind, barely warming me up, a moment with her finger is all, and only that because I asked. She was needing to fire into me and wasn't willing to wait a minute longer than she had to. This strap on is big, for me at least, I have only taken it fully once, I was nervous but she thrust in with no hesitation until the head popped through. Surprisingly not too much pain, at least till she started thrusting. Then, ow, more ow, I asked her to stop a moment and she did, sort of, thrusting forwards and back in small movements that were almost what I had asked for but not quite. She wanted this, I was going to take it and she didn't want to slow down. You have no idea how hot it was to be made to take her cock like that, the bare minimum of time allowed for me to adjust, her raw lust driving her into me. I was very very turned on, although not hard. I don't get hard from ass fucking unless I also have my cock played with.
As she thrusts harder and deeper I took the opportunity on one of the breaks to consciously relax my muscles. This was the break I needed and the last of the pain left
Being replaced by insane deep deep pleasure. By now she was fucking me hard, really hard, deep and fast like a man desperate to cum. I had taken the whole cock by now to the hilt, the soft skin of her thighs slapping into my butt. She reached around playing with my cock, pushed me down on the bed to tease me, rubbing her breasts on my back the hard points of her nipples drawing lines of fire on me. I played with myself but under strict instructions not to cum, and i reached behind me and between her legs to touch her. I found her soaking wet, inner thighs soaked with her wetness and thick around the strap of the thong harness as it pulled up between her lips rubbing her clit. Maybe that's why she was fucking me so hard...
After quite a while of this I rolled over and she fucked me some more, face to face, her sat up and pounding into me as I touched myself, but her need to orgasm was soon to much. She lay back telling me to get another dildo and fuck her with it and make her cum. With her arse full of a plug, her pussy having a dildo pushed in and out and my mouth on her pussy, she came as I licked her while sucking her clit into my mouth, putting it under pressure as I flicked it with my tongue. She tasted so warm and musky, she arched, groaned, her orgasm lasted a long time but she never pulled away from my mouth until the very end when she lay back relaxed, sated, the odd tremor passing through her.
After she relaxed it was my turn. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest, her beautiful rounded buttocks in front of me, then above me and sinking, dropping her pussy and arse on my mouth. I mouthed her pussy, my nose in the cleft of her cheeks, smelling her and tasting her, unable to breath without her permission. She told me to wank, to touch myself as she
watched, which I did. As I ran out of breath I came, her scent filling my senses as I shot cum up to my shoulder, that strong was my orgasm!
To say I felt relaxed after that is an understatement.Well where to begin?!!
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Love rekindled
Yes yes i know that you are waiting for my naughty morning after post. It's coming i promise.
A few thoughts.
Sandy and I have butted heads for years. I know relationships have ups and downs but for most of our time together until the last three years ours had very few proper ups. That is to say decent periods of us being happy or feeling in love, and not arguing too much. We loved each other or we would not still be together but we weren't in love. I remember friends talking about going through in love phases of their relationships and feeling sad that we never had them.
That's change. The last three years I have been in love. And the recent hiccups notwithstanding ( see other blog posts) Sandy claims to feel the same way. For example our flirty text messages and conversations are like those of a couple in love. I feel like we are properly in love. This coincides pretty closely with sandy assuming the domme role and I the sub. It had started before that change, but hugely accelerated after. Even now when we argue going back to the d/s dynamic helps us be happy again.
My question is this, are we in love because of it. Is this the way we always should have been but didn't realise or weren't ready for it yet? Am I more happy and in love because I am more fulfilled serving the woman I love? And feeling loved in return?
And if so is this undermining the concept of love, making it part of sex and the dominance dynamic, or is it a fundamental human reaction to fitting into the slot that works well in your little 'tribe' of two.
..……
By the way last night we made love. Sandy was feeling vanilla during the day, it's been months since this last happened. She wondered if it would last, as it happens it did (though I wasn't sure for a while). We cuddle, kissed, played. A had her teased and close to the edge and each time i paused she would melt into my arms, kissing me like a new girlfriend in the throes of early love. I pushed inside her, we made love hugging tightly and came together.
It was wonderful! I love vanilla :)
A few thoughts.
Sandy and I have butted heads for years. I know relationships have ups and downs but for most of our time together until the last three years ours had very few proper ups. That is to say decent periods of us being happy or feeling in love, and not arguing too much. We loved each other or we would not still be together but we weren't in love. I remember friends talking about going through in love phases of their relationships and feeling sad that we never had them.
That's change. The last three years I have been in love. And the recent hiccups notwithstanding ( see other blog posts) Sandy claims to feel the same way. For example our flirty text messages and conversations are like those of a couple in love. I feel like we are properly in love. This coincides pretty closely with sandy assuming the domme role and I the sub. It had started before that change, but hugely accelerated after. Even now when we argue going back to the d/s dynamic helps us be happy again.
My question is this, are we in love because of it. Is this the way we always should have been but didn't realise or weren't ready for it yet? Am I more happy and in love because I am more fulfilled serving the woman I love? And feeling loved in return?
And if so is this undermining the concept of love, making it part of sex and the dominance dynamic, or is it a fundamental human reaction to fitting into the slot that works well in your little 'tribe' of two.
..……
By the way last night we made love. Sandy was feeling vanilla during the day, it's been months since this last happened. She wondered if it would last, as it happens it did (though I wasn't sure for a while). We cuddle, kissed, played. A had her teased and close to the edge and each time i paused she would melt into my arms, kissing me like a new girlfriend in the throes of early love. I pushed inside her, we made love hugging tightly and came together.
It was wonderful! I love vanilla :)
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