He's back!

I think I may have created a monster! I let my LMF be privy to my blog less than two months ago. And invited him to write about our escapade a few nights ago. He may say I have an insatiable appetite for sex but I think he might be following in my steps with the need to blog about it all.

And with that, I give you LMF's 2nd post. I think I shall call it

Sexual Dynamite

Tonight I made a rather shocking realization. Ever since entering into my current relationship with my MDN which even though the current agreement is slightly modified from the original one stretching back nearly a year now I've thought of myself as the luckiest man alive. I mean how can you not want to have what I currently share? A beautiful, brilliant, talented woman who shares almost all of your interests and nearly nothing that you don't find interesting. She's sexy, experimental, open to new ideas, always in search of something fantastic and honestly completely 100% insatiable. There is no way I could ever keep up with her sexual appetite so I'm never wanting for more sex. She is the best of friends and the most amazing of lovers.

So the question is, what could be wrong? What is this shocking realization? Well tonight I had a long conversation with a complete stranger. We talked about a great many things but the one thing we kept coming back to was how very differently we viewed the world of sex. She is your status quo. Not just kind of sort of but she is the very definition of what people generally want... or at least what they think they want. She wants to date a man, eventually have sex with him, get married and then live happily ever after as a monogamous couple, assuming that that one person will fulfill for them every need and desire that they my come up with. I've never really believed that, and I believe it less so today.

Again some people may ask me "But what's wrong with that?" Well a year ago I would have been one of those people. I wanted nothing more than to fall madly in love with one woman and ride off into the sunset with her till the end of my days. The last year and more specifically the last month has made me do a bit of an about face. What is the likelihood that one woman will fill ALL of my needs? Or that she'll be okay with all of mine? I once dated a wonderful woman, but she was disgusted by pornography. I love it. I like to beat off to it every now and then. I don't do it because I want to fuck the woman in the picture instead of my girlfriend, I do it because I like to get off and that doesn't always require my partner. Sometimes I just want to shoot my wad and go on with my day. But she hated it so much that I felt like a criminal or a junkie hiding in the wee hours of the morning getting my fix while she slept in the other room. What if I meet somebody who fills all of my daily needs but only likes the most vanilla of sexual positions? What am I to do with all my kinks?

Those were minor issues, things that could be overlooked a short time ago. But I'm quickly realizing that I am a kinky bastard. I want to spank my MDN so badly I can feel it. I want to buy toys with her and then go G-Spot hunting for the night. I want to go to Barbados and find the hottest darkest skinned woman there and take her back to my hotel and give her to my MDN as a gift. I want to watch nasty porn with her. Fuck in a bar bathroom. Finger her at a restaurant. Demand that she suck my cock. I want to join an orgy. Welcome TBK to our Blue Ridge Mountains. I want to watch her fuck and be fucked. I want my MDN to enjoy a weekend with somebody else and come back and tell me all the sordid details so I can masturbate to them.*

BUT...

I also want to kiss her gently. Hug her close and just lay there. I want to make love to her slowly. I want to caress her beautiful curves and explore her most sensitive parts with the greatest of care. Hold hands. See blockbuster films. Socialize with "normal" people. I want to have sex missionary style with just her and nobody else. My MDN and I are great friends. We have had and I hope that we continue to have a great many new and exciting experiences together. But one day I'm sure that we will both fall in love with somebody who is not each other.... and when that happens will I be happy with them? Will they be able to offer me the things I can so easily have right now? Will they be 1/10th the sexual stick of dynamite I get to bed tonight? I doubt it.

* (Didn't I, MDN/Rapunzel, already do that with Imported Goods?)

Treated like a queen

The delicious mix of forceful and gentle sex. Having him (man)handle me, throwing my leg over his body and all but toss me from my stomach to lay me down on my back. Enjoying him pining my arms and legs down simultaneously with his own and taking my nipple into his hungry mouth. He latched on with such ferocity I came to believe that he was trying to suck my very essence out through my breast. Being to VERY close to a g-spot orgasm. Feeling full, almost on that crest, wanting to be pushed further and yet overloaded with the stimulus. (LMF - we are doing to have to keep working on that!! Maybe Thursday night with a slower pace set?)

We fall back into his bed, winded, our bodies entwinded with one another. As our breathing resumes their normal rhythyms and we relax more deeply, I grow cold. He encourages me to get under the blankets but I am covered in a mix of our sweat, my own sweet juices and his sticky cum (as is he)...

"I think I need a shower. We both do. We are a huge mess!"

But as soon as those words leave the tips of my tongue, I can feel exhaustion wash over my body and am drifting into the arms of the Sandman.

Vaguely I am aware of him leaving my side as he slips out of bed. How much time passes I do not know. I hear little movements but my eyes are closed as I continue to drift in and out of sleep. Then he is at the bedside, gently waking me. All the lights through the house have been dimmed or turned off completely. There is only the flickering illumination of a candle in the bathroom, lighting the way as he leads me to the steaming shower. I step into it with him right behind me. I start to shiver again and he places me into the spray of the warm water as he reaches over me for the soap.

Gently and methodically he washes my weary body. From head to toe, he lovingly bathes every square inch. I feel as though I am about to melt into a big ol' puddle o' Rapunzel as he takes my feet, one at a time, placing them on his own knee as he kneels before me. Methodically, tenderly he cleanses my legs from my hip trailing down the inside of my tender thighs, the tickleish back of my knees on down to the sensitive instep of my feet.

Over and over his gentle strokes caressing my body. He attends to me like a queen once again.

Prologue, Imported Goods

As soon as we parted ways it felt as though there was a huge disconnect... as though the time we shared was weeks, months, even years ago rather than the few hours prior. I don't lay blame with either of us though. I don't think we could have foresee the reaction to our time together.

I certainly didn't predict laying in his arm during a long bath (with the thorns pressed into the tender flesh of my thighs), the obscene amount of laughter shared (especially as I tried to assert myself as a fiery Sub... but that laughter quickly faded to much more primal sounds) or the moments that took my breath away without a the exchange of a single touch.

Prior to coming into this, I had posted about the caustic careless Dom. Never did I worry that my Imported Goods would be that type but I never thought that I would be propped up on one elbow, wrapped around his sleeping form, half asleep myself, fantasizing of more while listening to his occasion snore and smiling about it.

I went into out time together looking to be totally dominated, to have my Submissive side pushed to it's ultimate limits and beyond, tied up and fucked six ways from Sunday, to be teased, tested and tormented in exquisite ways. While some of those desires we totally fulfilled, I came away with satisfaction in more ways than I expected, satiated... ready and confident to explore more.

The door is now opening.

I hope it swings wide open.

Bleeding Moon

It was an honor when my lovely friend Selene she asked me to be present when she sat for her newest tattoo. Her Triple Goddess Moon. I love the way the full moon, representing the Mother, bled. Full and ripe moon weeping red tears.

She accompanied me during both sittings of my phoenix tattoo. She was a rock for me, steadying me through the pain, midwifing me through the process. Though her presence didn't take away from the intensity of the experience, having her there helped me focus and to allow the process of having ink driven into my flesh over the total span of 6 hours happen.

Holding her hand during the process, connecting with her in sisterhood, I felt very small watching her surrender to the experience. I am truly humbled by her at times. She is so much more than anything I ever imagined. As a woman, wife, mother, nurturer, provider and sexual being. I am thankful that I have been privy to her own transformation. And I am thankful for her in my life.

Love and rich blessings to you, my moon goddess, Selene.

Coffee and chocolate await you in the morning.

LMF's first time

I Didn't Think He'd Come (Cum)

When I finally rested my head on my pillow, snuggled into bed, I considered taking my panties off. I said I would so he would have easy access but second guessed myself.

"He won't really sneak into my bedroom to fuck me in the middle of the night", is what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep. It was 10:24p the last time I looked at the clock. My eyes grew heavy as my body fell into a blissful lightness as sleep washed over my body...

And then he was there! HERE! In my bedroom. My noisy door betrayed his movements. I gasped and muttered some expletives in disbelief as I realized it was my LMF letting himself in. Confused I asked for the time. Almost 12:45a he replied and with that he was on me... aggressively on me.

The following is his interpretation of the event that transpired in the early hours of the morning. And for clarity's sake, my LMF (LovelyManFriend) has nicknamed me MDN (MyDearNympho) in turn.

---------------------------------------------------

Me: You may wake up with my cock in your pussy or you may wake up tomorrow morning.
MDN: You are so bad. I love it!
Me: G'night!
MDN: Hopefully, see you later.

This was the last 30 seconds of conversation between myself and My Dear Nympho. As she told me later, she had no hope that I'd actually show up. I'd been teasing her with the thought of sneaking into her bedroom all night and waking her up with me between her legs. But as she saw it I was all talk, especially when 9... 10... 11... and then even 12 rolled across the clocks green glowing digital face.

I in fact knew very well that I'd be there, but wanted to make sure she didn't, that she'd given up hope and gone to bed aching, desiring, and dreaming of me jerking her awake.

At 12:40AM I pulled up on my bike. Her dog started barking immediately (dogs hate bikes, I'm not sure why) I thought for sure my cover was blown. I walked through the pitch black down the walkway and slammed into several new obstructions, I knew my cover was blown. I stepped onto the porch and laid down my helmet, jacket and slipped off my shoes. I slowly pulled the screen door open but it was no use. It screamed, popped and gurgled at me as I opened it and my cover was utterly blown. She gasped, cried out briefly and then sighed "You're here, you came." She lay there twisted in her sheets PJ's and underwear on. She really didn't think I'd be coming!

I silently moved to the bed, cupped her head and kissed her. Her body was hot, the pajamas, sheets and the fact that she always slept hotter then a tea kettle all intertwined to make her skin almost searing to my lips touch. Her moans came almost immediately. She wasn't expecting me.

Moments later and her pajamas and underwear were on the floor. She rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs. My clothes slipped off and I gently slide behind her.

Now this is where I must make a confession. My MDN loves to play the sub. It's a fantasy for her, a strong desire, something she may have even shared with you. She and I have always had beautiful sex, never a complaint on either side, but she's always known that I never had any desire or will to take her with force, to demand and direct her movements, her actions and her reactions. But tonight I had plans...

I licked my fingers and slid them inside her, brought her warm almost ever present juices to the surface and bent over her. I pressed gently at first but then forcefully till I was fully inside her. We began to move much as usual but then I grabbed a great big handful of hair and twisted her head to the side while pinning her tightly to the bed. She moaned loudly as she drew in a quick breath. Her back arched, her hands clenched. I grabbed her left hand and held it down as I moved into her neck. I bite her at the nape of the neck as a big cat would do to it's queen in heat. I worked myself harder into her as she hissed and moaned the the surprise, pleasure and pain of it all. I threw one of my legs over hers so I could take her in a more sideways position. I took my hand out of her hair and she began to rise up, to assert herself, to kiss me. I grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her back into the bed. Her face buried in the mass of pillows, I continued on all the while pressing my weight down into her shoulder, keeping her from seeing, from moving and most importantly from getting her way. She moaned more, I pushed harder. I flipped her over, spread her legs wide, grabbed her tiny wrists in my left hand and stretched her arms out above her head, and I fucked her lustily, thrusting deeply, quickly with abandon. I lifted her right leg and slipped the crook of her knee into my hand and pushed it up against her side. I fucked her more.

I leaned in hard to her and whispered "cum now so you can suck the cum out of me." She gritted her teeth and I heard her and felt her as she came. I knew I wasn't far behind and pulled back to sit on my knees. I dragged her forward as she eagerly repositioned herself to take me into her mouth. I felt myself release as she latched on, some of it ended up in her hair, the bed, her clothes but she gurgled and slurped hungrily at the source as I pumped it quickly into her waiting mouth.

Sweating, breathing heavily she slumped back into the pillows, her chest heaving, her body glistening, I laid down beside her. When we'd caught our breath I turned to her and asked "So on a scale... of one to ten... how'd I do?" She smiles and laughs breathlessly. She pauses and then says "I'd have to give that an 8.9." I grinned, as she rolled onto me and I began to stroke her hair and back. She lay there fingers nestled in the curly hairs of my chest. My grin fading into a smile of contentment.

Someone visited ...

me in the middle of the night, sneaked into my home, fucked me soundly only to tuck me into bed for a few hours of sleep and went home. What's more he's indulged my request and wrote all about it.

Finally LMF's perspective will be known.

A Dom isn't the only one who looks good in a wifebeater

Quickie

• The last kiss of the night is always the most passionate. Leaving a linger effect as we part ways.
• Some last kisses translate into more than just a kiss... His dick already hard. A hand at the back of my neck. Deeper and slower kisses than what I was expecting. And I RESPOND. My hips pressing against him. A near silent moan issued from my mouth as he bites and sucks on my lower lip.
• Deftly he unbuttons my pants, without words, without asking. His pants are undone and he pulls my panties and jeans down below my knees as he pushes me onto the bed.
• Rolling me onto my stomach, my ass there for him, his cock is pressing greedily into my sex. One hand holding a fistful of hair as he nibbles at my neck.
• I can't help but to moan every time he sinks his cock into me fully. Huh, uhh, uhhhh, ahhhhh.
• Though I cannot recall his exact words I think it was, "Do you still want my cub?" to which I nod my head affirmatively.
• Even after he unloads, he still continues to thrust slowly into me. Varying speed, depth and angle. Making me groan with pleasure.
• I get up to go to the bathroom. Pants still around my ankles. I shuffle to the bathroom as his spunk drips down my thigh. I clean myself up, pee and then debate whether or not to get myself off there and then.
• He's standing behind me as I reach for my belongings. He pulls me in close again. I grind my ass into him. Nuzzling my neck with his mouth, he seeks my own.
  
• Our 2nd goodbye kiss. Beyond passionate.
• Quickies are nice.
  

Random thoughts

I'd like to feel your hands.

Cupping my face as you kiss me.

Trailing down my body as you cup my breast, teasing me as you twist my nipples between your fingers.

Firmly grabbing my hips as you pull me into you.

Fingers gently rubbing my mound as I get hotter and wetter. A single finger entering me, exploring my warm, wet, velvety pussy.

Your other hand at the back of my neck, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back as you trail your teeth from my ear to my collar bone and back to sink your teeth into my neck.

Another finger inside of me and I rock my hips to meet you as you stroke my gspot until I can't take it anymore and beg for more.

Deluge

Not yet my postscript to my interlude with my Imported Goods (like you all don't know who he was! But we haven't yet talked about "publicly" releasing our fictitious names, so we will stick with our fictitious fictitious names.)

I came back to reality, to my real life, supposed to resume where I left off... with everything (kids, work, bills, house work) and also with my LMF... but honestly I still want to escape. I am raging. I feel like fucking anyone and everyone I come across and yet fucking punching their teeth in as well.

A friend said "violence is just sex turned inside out", which makes sense to me but it doesn't lessen the angst filled sea of lava that is rolling in me, seeking a weak spot in which to vent. To release. Boil over. Fucking explode.

This weekend was such an experience. And I know that I am echoing my counterpart's sentiments when I say I am still processing it and figuring out where I am at with it.

I experienced things I had never thought of before. Sex, sex and more sex. But then there were times of intimacy that have left me unsettled. I have realized wholly that I do crave a partner and a dom in the same person. Implementing that in real life is the hard part.

During the first night, the night that I came into a dark room without a word and met my Imported Goods, at the end I almost used my safe word. He had ripped my panties off and told me to beg him to fuck me all the while he was wailing on my ass. I am still sporting the bruises. I was bent over the bed, his pelvis mashed against the side of my ass. One of his arms pinning me body. The other ruthlessly pounding on my exposed skin. I started out with the lusty call for him to fuck me, almost a purr. And as he continued to work on my ass my pleas turned into cries of desperation. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to spin me around and force me to blow him. I wanted his to jerk down his boxer and sink his cock deep into me. I needed him to fully control me. To break me. To make me weep and whimper. But to also build me anew.


He came so close... and yet as I sit here still longing to be pushed to my limit, I am scared of it.

Where is the rain? I need to feel the cool drops against my skin. To cool the smoldering embers. To wash away the lingering residue. To cleanse me. To make me new again.

Waiting for the skies to release their deluge upon me.

I love it when she ...

utters curse words.

My friend Selene never curses. I feel like a dirty, drunken sailor when I get going on a roll with emotions and start swearing.

So when she swears I can't do more than giggle and get off on her outpouring of raw emotions.

It's like her utterances of "FUCK!" take on a whole different meaning from my own. Hers are punctuated and worth more than mine because they are not spoken with regularity. I know that whatever she is speaking of with those 4 letter words peppering her language is unbridled and so much more than our every day exchanges.

Thank you for telling me about the "fucking shit" that is going on with you, Selene. I will always be fucking here to listen to the bullshit with god-damned, motherfucking love for you.

Thank you!

I was sent this picture by a unnamed fan of the blog. I love this rendition of Rapunzel. Look at her back. How apropos!

The D in Dom does not have to be synonymous for...

DICKHEAD.

At dinner, I was shocked at how non-aggressive he was. I envisioned a much more strong personality but was pleasantly surprised at our first foray into public. We talked about this for a while as we waited on our food. And he mentioned that he had noticed I had become much more assertive, even dom like as we got out into public. It is my town we are in, one of my favorite restaurants, and did he not get the memo that I am more than overwhelmingly DOM outside of the bedroom? It is only when I am intimate with someone that the Dom in me falls away to reveal the very eager Sub.

I wanted to reach under the table, grab his cock and jerk him off half way through the meal. I kept stopping myself from touching more than his arm and hands as we sat together, breaking bread.

When I excused myself to the ladies room, I sent him a picture message of my breast, nipple hard and yearning for his touch, his mouth and tongue. Naughty enough and private, just between the two of us. No need for the entire place to be privy to our lust filled night.

As we were talking out of the restaurant, he asks "That picture was from you?" I try to act coy and ask him, "What picture?"


My cougar eyes betrayed my words though.

I've been a bad, bad girl

After one of our long baths together, I swore I saw him reach for his underwear. In turn I grabbed a pair of panties. Thin and black, faint diamond pattern criss-crosses my ass, sitting low on my hips. A whisper of fabric on my body.

He is standing next to the foot of the bed as we come together in a sweet embrace. His hand travel down my shoulders and back and land on my ass. He asks me why I am wearing panties to which I reply, "I thought you had put on your shorts so I put them on... but I can take them...." as we roll back into bed. Kissing, touching, petting, rubbing, thrusting ensue. The thought of taking off my panties are erased by his touch.

He stops and says to me, "You were supposed to take these off."

I start to protest that I had gotten caught up in the moment to no avail.

He now says to me, "You are going to have to come up with your own punishment. And it better be a good one because you aren't going to like it if I have to come up with one."

Dom mode in full effect.

My mind once racing with thoughts of sex is now empty. Barren. I feel as though I am in a white room. Nothingness filling every space for as far as the eye can see. Expanses of white. Starkly devoid of color, texture or scent. Not so much as a whisper in my head. It's like I have been told to paint a picture without any paints or brushes...

I am straddling him and my head is resting in his hands. One hand on either side of my temple, his fingers are tightening in the tangle of my hair. His gaze narrowing down to only my eyes he tells me to focus in his rumbling low voice.

I still cannot think. The mental stimulus is almost overwhelming. Punishment? Choosing one? Oh god, what if I choose something that he feels is not good enough? What is a punishment in his book of Dom? I haven't experiences anything this intense yet, Even the rapid fire succession of swats on my ass during our prologue was not as this intense.

Ohhhh, my ass! 5 swats on my bare ass. That's it! He smiles as I tell him what my consequence should be for not taking my panties off right away. He tell me that it is a fine punishment but because it took me so long it will be double. 10 licks across my already tender flesh. And he wants me to count them off.

The first three times his hands lands on my ass they are in such rapid fire succession that I can barely breathe, I moan, "THREEEEEEEE"


"Oh no! You don't get credit unless you could them out individually"

Shit! I have TEN more coming my way.

His hand land solidly across my ass. Ohhhhhh fuck. This is going to hurt sooo good. As I count them off, I squirm and am met with one hand firmly holding me down as the other one takes my breath away each and every time it lands uncompromisingly on my tush.

Ten pronounced and exacting swats later, I am again left barely able to breathe, squirming against his masculine form. Wanting more and yet afraid of another ten.

Prologue

The very thought of him in town, in the hotel room we would spend the weekend in, where we would experience one another for the very first time was enough to drive me to distraction. I was in the middle of making brownies for the cubs and with his text

"I'm here. Room 311"

I couldn't concentrate on anything but the warmth that was flooding through my naughty bits.

3 long and tortuous hours later, I was pulling into the parking lot of the hotel. As I did, I noticed the out of state tags on his car. I took a picture of the license plate with my phone and sent it to my girlfriend. If I wound up missing I wanted some kind of lead for the police. (He later said, "Well, hopefully the police would find your body" when we were recounting the sequence of events... Ummm thanks?)

My instructions were sent to me earlier -

Go to the desk and use exactly these words, “I am the beautiful woman. I believe you are holding my instructions.” Please text when you are on your way. XOL

I texted him as I walked into the hotel to let him know I was there and made my way to the front desk. The girl behind the desk was dealing with an unruly customer on the phone and couldn't be bothered by me. I was trying to stay calm, but I was unsteady on my feet, my hands shaking, my heart racing.

Finally she is off the phone and looks at me with weary eyes. I can see that she is ready to go home and be done with people wanting things from here. But I need my instructions! In a hushed tone I repeat what he has told me to say and she instantaneously perks up and there is a spark lit within her. "Ohhhh, you're the beautiful woman!" she says as she hands me the envelope and then says, "Enjoy".

Enclosed are his further instructions. Clearly laid out, I make my way to the room. My heart nearly thudding out of my chest with every beat. I let myself into the darkened room. Dropping my shoes and purse by the door, I make my way to the pillow on the floor and kneel there waiting for him. I can hear only the rushing of blood through my veins and my rapid breathing. I can see only the lights emitted from the a/c unit. I see vague movement ahead of me and try to focus on it. Is that him? Where is he? How long can I wait?

What seemed like an hour, in reality was only a 3 minutes. I hear movement behind me. He is there, behind me, now kneeling behind me... my breathing that had been tamed is now quickened again as my whole body prepares for our first contact.

With a devilish smile of understanding...

she exclaimed, "OH MY GAAAAWWWD!!!" as I showed her the evidence of last night.

My ass still slightly welted. Still red and bruises blooming vividly across my skin.

I go back for more this evening. I hope he lets me use the bubble wrap if he wants to swat my ass again tonight.

Biding my time

I went for a hike today. Too much nervous energy to stay at home.

Promptly chipped my toenail polish as soon as I took off my shoes. So much for the time I spent trying to make my fat piggy toes pretty. I love the color though. And it's name perfectly suited for me-- ANTICIPATION. :)


I loved being along the river side. The rushing water, pounding on the rocks as it falls from each crest. I wanted to be with someone there. To try to compliment Mother Nature's awesome energy with some of our own.


Instead I got topless and had my girlfriend take pictures. My youngest cub stripped down nekid too and we all had a grand time.


160minutes...

More of my phoenix

phoenix

Importing goods

Tomorrow he arrives.

The mixture of excitement, fear, arousal and anticipation swirl around my being like a whirlpool.

Everything so carefully plan yet not knowing how it is really going to go off.

I have envisioned refusing the first meeting in a dark room.

Instead a bar, crowded and noisy. Having to pick each other out of the crowd. The unsure approach on my part. A bit shy, a bit reserved, a bit coy. Playing hard to get when he all but knows I am his. Having to get close to one another in order to be able to hear each others voices. The feel of his hand on my arm as he leads me to the pool table would send jolts of electricity through me. Asking him to help me with a shot (when I damn well know how to play pool) just to feel his arms around me. His chest against my back. To have a reason to press my ass up against his cock in public. Maybe a nuzzle of his chin against my neck as I check the angle again.

And then it all disintegrates into flashes of bodies sweaty pressed up against one another in the dark, exploring the unknown for the very first time. His hard, strong hands against my supple flesh. Me acquiescing to his every whim.

I cannot wait.

I *AM* the Beautiful Kind!

Check it bitches!!

YATBK

Bought a cute sundress

"We were out in public and you were wearing the sun dress that I asked you to wear. I told you to go up to two teenage (college) boys and ask one of them to reach in and take off your panties. You were to tell them also that you were under instructions from that guy over there. (I waved as you pointed.) I told you to tell them that if they did anything more than what you offered, they were going to have some serious trouble. You were very scared, but you completed your task. Much to the excitement of the college boys!"

Opening the door just to have it slammed shut...

I can't be in a poly/open relationship with someone who doesn't tell me the whole truth.

PERIOD.

Get your shit together, my LMF.

Otherwise you can be a part of my sex life just like an everyday random reader is. Reading my words, sitting at your computer, jerking off with thoughts of being inside of me.

Opening the door

My LMF and I have resumed our physical affair with one another last month. This time around we are opening up the playing field a bit. We are now an official open/poly (non) couple.

We agree that we are each other's primary partner. We will continue to be able to hang out with whomever we please as we did before. Monogamy had been part of the deal between him and I, But now the option of introducing more to our relationship exists. Explore more together - threesomes: MFM (for me for some good ol' fashioned goddess worshiping) and FMF (for me, for him and for the yet unfound her), swinging, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex in public places, exploring more together sexually and mentally... and also having the option to connect with other people separately and independent of our own dynamic.

We have some rules/guidelines that we are working out as we go.

First and foremost - OPEN and HONEST communication.

That this isn't just about fucking as many people as we can independently and coming back in the middle. This is truly about exploring as much as we can together but with it okay if one another cannot fulfill "XYZ" to find that outlet elsewhere.

Everything is a work in progress.

As are plans to exercise my first open door policy adventure...

Details to follow.

PS Anyone have a name for what my LMF and I are in? An open relationship, polyamory, swinging, channeling our inner SLUTS?

Today's Horoscope

So much of life is hurried and improvised. You decide to offer something different. A thoughtful plan, offbeat idea or creative approach will get you noticed bu the right people for the right reasons.
I have got some plans in the works, my friends. Look for the unveiling of the entire affair this coming week.

xoxo,
Rapunzel

Quote of the day

"Step off bitch. I've already marked her as my own. Your scent has fucking worn off."

- My friend's proposed response when I told him that my ex called begging me to take him back yesterday.

Phantom Touches

With my eyes closed I can feel him everywhere about me.

His finger tips hover just above my skin. The electricity, crackling between us, passing back and forth sends shivers down my spine, straight to the core of me. Sweetly he trails his hands down my ribcage, caressing my body, his strokes long and firm and they center and end at the small of my back, grazing the top of my ass.

I arch my body up to his touch in response and his touch fades away to a whisper. I remain still and his touch grows in intensity like torrent of water rushing over drought parched land. I understand that I am not to move if I want to experience this in it's entirety I am to allow this to happen as he desires.

My sex throbs with anticipation.

His touch is awakening every nerve ending of my being. Where he hasn't touched I burn with an aching desire, waiting for his next move. Waiting for my desire to be quenched... to be satisfied completely.

I roll over and my digital clock reads 4:13am. With my eyes open, he is gone. I am left with a racing heart, breathing hard and the undeniable urge to pleasure myself.

I wonder if will he always disappear when I open my eyes?

That'll teach you!

When I began this blog, I let it be known that this was an extension of my life long habit of journaling. I continue to use good ol' pen and paper as my musings take form. I have a spiral notebook that has almost been filled since Rapunzel's Musings inception in April.

Recently I went out of town with my cubs and my dear, dear mother. Even though there was not planned action for my blog, I brought along my notebook. Never know when inspiration will strike. Never know when I will roll over in the middle of the night needing to write down my latest "incubus" sighting. ;-)

We'd been home for 2 days and my mother, trying to be nonchalant about things asks me,

"Have you told the eldest mancub about sex?

Of course I have, Mom! He's known about things progressively, since he was old enough to ask me why I didn't have a penis! And don't forget that he was there when the younger cub was born... why?


Wellllllllll... I was just thinking if he didn't know about "things" I would hate for him to read something that would disturb him.

Like what?

Ohhhhh............. weeeelllllllllllllll............ I don't know, hon. A graphic book or someone's writings?

Meaning a navy blue, spiral bound, Five-Star 5 subject notebook that was in the bottom of my knitting bag but when I retrieved the bag the notebook was on the top and the bag's handles were triple knotted. Mom did you read my journal? What did you think?

.... But I was thinking that it wouldn't be a good thing if they read about their mother and a "flashback" of some tryst of a first night with a new lover.

Sooooo, you did read it! BUSTED, woman! Bring me a 6 pack of Bell's Oberon over and an orange and we'll talk all about it tonight. BTW, did you read the part of what I am planning to do in the near future?

Mom........................... Mom?? Hello? Are you still there? What about my beer?"

As the dinner bell rings

I am bent over in the shower. He is behind me. One hand on my hip and the other tangled in my hair. His cock deep inside of me. My head is spinning. I truly wanted to just take a shower. The playful invitation to join me was more of a joke than an offer to fuck me. I cannot focus, my breathing too fast, the groans escaping my mouth are low and deep, primal. Wanting more, wanting it all.

And then the water is turned off. A towel is handed to me. He talks of food. Needing to eat. I am still spinning. I says some random words, hoping that they flow together as I dry myself and then wander about aimlessly. Not able to think of anything but being pressed against the shower's wall, my leg hitched high around him, his mouth everywhere, his fingers deliciously exploring my inner folds.

Food has been set to reheat in the kitchen as he grabs my hand, gently pulling me towards the counter and spins me around, bending me over as he continues to fuck me. I have nothing to hold onto. Canisters block my way. I reach my right hand across my body and over my left shoulder to grasp his hand and he thrusts into me. I look down and take a mental snapshot. Me on tiptoes while his feet are firmly planted. Our bodies meeting one another, conjoined for the moment. My nipples are small and hard. Flushed and the color of ripened raspberries.

The timer bell sounds. He bites my neck, disentangles his fingers from my hair and leaves me there, panting and breathless, to retrieve his meal. His food is hot. I am hotter.

And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then

When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,

Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.

-William Shakespeare, Othello, 5.1.42-44

A caustic, careless Dom

I think as someone who identifies herself as sub, my submission is a gift that I give.


Sounds hokey but I am trusting my partner with my body, mind and spirit.


Just because I am in the sub role does not mean that I am beneath care, love, nurturing and attention.


Push my limits, challenge me to submit but know my limits and know which challenges are suited. Degradation is NOT part of the deal.


Do not leave me feeling as though you have just raped me.



Because that feeling that is left within me will evolve into gnarly, gritty hate.


An evolution that would leave me fantasizing about slitting your throat or suffocating you in the bed we share as you snore while I am tender and sore from your touch rather becoming wet from the thought of feeling your cock inside of me again.

Merci

Rapunzel in Myspace

This is a working list of observations since I have been online on MySpace as Rapunzel. I have a personal one that has been up for years. With only 1/8th of the traffic R is seeing in her 2 weeks there.

• I'm getting offers of marriage!! (Too bad I don't believe in marriage any longer.)
• Most men can't spell
• No, I don't want to cyber.
• Most men can't write a complete sentence.
• If I don't get back to you, it's because I didn't think you were interesting enough to write back to. Harsh, yes I know. But hey, get over it.
• I wonder if the women, self proclaimed straight women , who are befriending me are secretly closeted bisexuals?
• Waiting to see how many here are over there as well.
  

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again...

Yellow bird flying
gets shot in the wing
Good year for hunters
and Christmas parties

And I hate
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate elevator music

The way we fight
The way I'm left here

silent

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
Oh these little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn

And I hate
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate disintegration

Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
Oh these little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

I cant reach you
I cant reach you

Give me life, give me pain
Give me myself again

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
Oh these little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

"Little Earthquakes" Tori Amos, Little Earthquakes, 1991