Wicked Wednesday – Suitcase – (Unpacking Can Wait)

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Trent swiped the key card in the door and the pair stepped inside, luggage trailing behind them. Rachel immediately took stock of the luxury before them and rushed further in, throwing open the curtains on the balcony that overlooked an ocean view. Rachel whirled around in excitement and grabbed the suitcases to begin unpacking so their adventures could begin.

He smiled at his new wife watching her indulgently for a moment, her sense of order and organization having kicked in. He mused that was perhaps one of the reasons they fit so well together as he was a bit scatterbrained at the best of times. But right now, he was focused solely on the gorgeous redhead flitting about the room. She stopped for a moment and turned to look at him and that was all it took. He pushed off of the door where he’d been leaning and strode towards her quite purposefully.

“The unpacking can wait, my dear.” He caught he around the waist and pulled her backwards into his arms where he trailed kisses down her neck before spinning her and playfully dipped her backwards before pulling her back up and kissing her the way he’d wanted to kiss her at the ceremony; the way that would have scandalized both their grandmothers and embarrassed Rachel as well. He would have loved to see that gorgeous blush that he loved so well. Right now he wanted to see her freckled skin flushed for other reasons. Rachel smiled and rubbed herself along Trent’s body, feeling the maleness of him against her and knew what he wanted as much as she did.

There was no slowness or tenderness here, just hot, urgent need. Trent was unzipping her floral dress as she was unbuttoning his slacks and in moments the pair was free of their encumbrances. He scooped Rachel into his arms and quite unceremoniously deposited her on the bed before joining her, kissing ravenously at her skin. He worked his way along her collarbones and down to her breasts stopping to suck and bite at her nipples in a way that made her squeal with delight and squirm against the bed. Hot lips slid down her belly and quickly to her pussy. She was wet for him and ready, but he wanted all of her first. Trent’s head dipped and he swiped his tongue across Rachel’s skin, tasting the most intimate part of her. Within moments she was panting as she neared an orgasm while Trent worked at her body with his mouth. Neither of them cared that her moans might disturb other guests and suddenly she was trembling around him as her thighs wrapped reflexively across his shoulders, a silent request for him to not stop.

But stop he did and climbed up the bed, pinning her body there with his. He reached down and rubbed himself against her, teasing her and driving her need higher. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled herself up to him, kissing the side of his neck with a renewed vigor. He moaned and dipped his head allowing her better access to his body and slowly pushed his way inside of her.

Her head fell back as she clenched around him and he moaned at the feeling. When her eyes opened and she met his lustful gaze she smiled fiercely and repeated the movement, making him groan with need. He held himself closer to her burying his face in the heated skin against the side of her neck, just so he could whisper all kinds of dirty things in her ear while he loved her. The contrast between his words and his slow movements drove her into a frenzy and she began to thrust wildly against him, wanting more and more. His own need grew driving him higher and deeper into her at the same time.

With no warning Rachel’s body stiffened beneath his a long drawn out moan that drowned out his whispers escaped from her red lips. Trent could feel the power of her orgasm wash through her body and it drove him over the edge. Rachel was still trembling from her first orgasm and the feeling of him pulsing inside her, feeling the warmth of him only made her come again, softer than the first time, but still intense in its own way. They shared another kiss and settled in to cuddle as they began their journey as husband and wife. Trent was right she thought; this was much better than unpacking.

 

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#SOSS (My last S stands for Sunday)

So as much as I read other people’s blogs I am terrible at things like leaving comments and interaction and right now having a lot on my plate health wise makes things a little harder. Spoonie for life, yo! Anyway, my third SOSS post is going up and here’s the goods:

sub-Bee from “A to sub-Bee” has a great post about anal sex and the potential for accidental oopsies to happen, including a rather mortifying tale of their own that, while it isn’t quite the same as what I fear, is close enough. And it is definitely something I relate to as I have a lot of fear around unwanted sounds or sights or anything like that during sex. Thanks for such a relatable read!

Morag’s Moist Musings is a blog that is new to me, but one that is incredibly well done and so sexy. Their post about threesomes just set me off in the most delicious way and I also don’t seem to understand math as I completely agree two can, indeed, go into one!

Hey, Mrs. Robinson picked a great topic for her Wicked Wednesday post (there is a trigger warning attached to so please read with caution) this week, one that made me feel so many things, see the highs and lows, and gave an excellent peek inside their head and into life as well. I’ve been there in some ways Mrs. Robinson so just know that you’re not alone and that someone is proud of you.

Alright y’all, sadly I’m running short on time to get some other things done so this will be it for my #SOSS this weekend. Hope you enjoy the posts as much as I did and know that I’m grateful to be part of such a great community!

Love,

Livvy

Review: The Dodil

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The thermos container that the Dodil comes packaged in.

When I first heard about the Dodil I was curious, but also felt like it might be a little on the gimmicky side. That said, I still wanted to try it because who wouldn’t want to be able to have a custom dildo. I love that it comes packaged in a thermos container that is actually a useful part of the design and a good place to store the Dodil when not in use. I do wish the thermos or its lid was a bit taller though so it could be screwed shut for better storage. Of course, depending on the shape the toy is molded into this is a non-issue.

When I initially boiled my water and poured it into thermos with the Dodil and then waited twenty minutes instead of the thirty the directions called for because I was getting impatient, I quickly discovered on my first try shaping the Dodil that it can be more difficult than you might expect. I know my first shape wasn’t pretty, nor was it effective as a G-spot toy like I was hoping it would be. But, the beauty of the Dodil is that I was able to place it back in the thermos, refill it with water, and there I had it, a nice straight toy that I could shape and design to my heart’s content until I found what was just right for me.

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Before molding

So I started designing and shaping and molding and even enlisted my partner’s help to see what they could come up with as well. Between us we came up with various textured or curved designs that when tried ended up being varying amounts of successful in the way that they helped me reach an orgasm or not. I lost count of how many configurations I tried and I’m sure that I will try many more of them in my never-ending quest for more orgasms, please!

Obviously the Dodil requires you to have a bit of patience, a trait that I am lacking, in order to let it get soft enough to mold, then cool enough to handle and for me that was a little frustrating simply because, as I said, I am not a patient woman. But seeing as this is simply the mode of action for the toy I guess I’d better learn some patience and better sculpting skills while I’m at it. My initial reaction to the included bit of plastic string to tie the Dodil into shapes was to assume that it was more than a bit fiddly and immediately discount it. But once I had some practice shaping and molding the Dodil, I found that having a way to hold it in place that didn’t involve me holding it to keep a shape or texture from coming undone was quite nice. One thing that I do wish, is that the Dodil had a bit more mass to it, not length or girth specifically just more material to work with in general, although I’m learning to work with what I’ve got!

Above: Three different shapes I tried out. Can you tell that I love curvy dildos?

I still stand by my statement that the Dodil is a bit of a gimmick where toys are concerned, but I find that it is a rather novel one. I may not use the toy frequently because it can be a more than little fussy, what with the boiling water and everything, but I feel like it has its place in my sex toy arsenal, as a tester of shapes if nothing else. We’ll see how that evolves over time. If we find something that we particularly like we can see about finding a more permanent solution. But that ability to test out various shapes and textures seems like it could be useful in the long term.

If you’re interested you can purchase the full Dodil kit at Luvoqa for $111.00 or you can check out your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

Luvoqa sent me the Dodil in exchange for a fair, honest, and unbiased review. There are affiliate links used in this post.

Wicked Wednesday – (Twenty One) – (Embracing the Numbers)

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Sometimes I’m made to count. The first time was twenty one (the goal had been twenty four I believe.) Other times the numbers have varied, but always in the double digits. I haven’t counted in some time, but now it is definitely on my mind.

If I’m a good girl, and I always am so I’m told, I get to enjoy lots of orgasms. Sir doesn’t often make me count, but when they do I’d better keep track of those numbers, which is really hard to focus on when you’re coming like crazy. And sometimes being made to orgasm over and over is the best thing in the world. It clears my head of everything but the pleasure I’m feeling and the endless parade of numbers that I must try to remember, but often lose track of. Losing track sometimes means starting over. It becomes a war within my head between keeping the numbers straight and letting the pleasure wash over me.

It is a sweet torture, one that certainly has its own rewards. Being teased and fucked or toyed with until those orgasms hit. After a while they come slower and smaller, but are still there. And sometimes in a fit of sheer exhilaration I get the giggles or I cry and I can’t stop. I’m fine and unharmed, but my body just gets so overwhelmed at the feelings and experience as a whole that I need another way to get it out. It is the same as a spanking in that regard, but so very different at the same time simply because of the sensations I feel. Although now I’m wondering how it might feel to be spanked while I was trying to count orgasms. Hopefully I wouldn’t be expected to try and count swats as well. I’d never be able to keep things straight!

But there are times that I struggle with it too. Sometimes the orgasm(s) won’t come no matter how much I may want one, or twenty one, and that is when I get frustrated the most. I get plenty of hugs and reassurances from my partner, but am also reminded that I’m very different from many women who always struggle to reach orgasm. Or from those who are “one and done” because I am almost never going to be happy with just a single orgasm. My body just begs for more, often until it is too much and leaves me aching. I usually get called a greedy girl then and I can’t help but agree. I know that I’m lucky to be able to experience pleasure in the way that I do and I’m glad that I get to have such awesome sexual experiences with my partner. I don’t think I’d change a thing about it when it comes down to my orgasmic nature. Does anyone else agree or disagree? Have thoughts on being able to have multiples orgasms or just one or even none? How do those individual experiences affect you?

A Crescendo

Leila and Kirsten caught a cab and rode the short distance to Leila’s house, both quietly anticipating what was to come. When they arrived the two bolted from the cab so quickly that Leila nearly forgot to pay the driver. The two women darted inside as soon as the door was unlocked and their hands were all over one another. Leila peeled Kirsten out of the tight dress she wore to reveal her perfect nude body underneath and smiled as she definitely liked what she saw. She planted tiny kisses on each of Kirsten’s nipples and led her into the bedroom.

Kirsten pressed her body against Leila’s with a smile, “I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Why aren’t we both naked?” She spun Leila around and unzipped the leather dress she was wearing and pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Like Leila, Kirsten had been nude under her dress and both women reveled in the sight of each others bodies. They came together for a kiss and fell back onto the bed.

Laughing, they tussled for a moment before Leila gave in and let Kirsten pin her to the bed. Another kiss was shared and this time Kirsten was the aggressor, her tongue darting out to taste her partner’s lips. Leila moaned softly and the two had a moment where they battled for control of the kiss. Pulling apart, Kirsten kissed Leila gently, starting at the juncture of her earlobe and jaw and moving all the way down to her collarbone where she nipped lightly at her new friend’s skin. Leila wiggled against Kirsten so she nipped again a tiny bit harder before licking the same place gently, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Kirsten resumed her kisses working her way towards Leila’s breasts where she planted kisses all over, completely avoid the hardened peaks that were Leila’s nipples for now. Meanwhile her hands played in Leila’s hair, tugging gently, moved down to her shoulders and the length of her arms, just reveling in the feel of the woman beneath her.

Finally, Kirsten gave in and wrapped her lips around one of Leila’s nipples sucking and biting at it gently while she found the other with her hand and pinched it causing Leila to moan out loud. After a moment she switched sides and Leila was moaning loudly, her nipples being incredibly sensitive. She wanted to orgasm just from Kirsten playing with her nipples and told her that she wanted it, needed it harder. So Kirsten, with a nipple between her teeth and one in her fingers, bit down and pinched at the same time harder than she would have otherwise and Leila’s hips bucked off the bed. She’d been so ready to come with Kirsten hands and mouth on her body a little more pressure was all it had taken. Kirsten let go of Leila’s nipples and kissed them both gently, sucking at them, drawing out the orgasm until Leila begged her to stop. Kirsten smiled innocently up at Leila and ran her hands down her sides, almost, but not quite, tickling. Leila laughed anyway and grinned at Kirsten. “See? I told you, you’d be a quick study. Now, my dear, if you please I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours on my pussy.”

Immediately Kirsten obliged, sliding down her way down Leila’s body and kneeling on the floor, pulling Leila to the edge of the bed. Gently, almost tentatively, she licked Leila’s wet folds, but quickly became more aggressive, tracing patterns against Leila’s skin, flicking at her clit, and taking her time getting to taste the woman who had given her such pleasure earlier. Leila was squirming against her so she assumed she was doing things correctly and swiped her tongue quickly from bottom to top of Leila’s wetness, bring a sigh from the other woman’s lips. So she did it again slow this time and grinned at the noises Leila began to make. Kirsten licked around the outside of Leila’s pussy tasting her juices, sweet as they were and slipped her tongue inside, fucking her with it. Leila’s back arched and that’s when Kirsten took a gentle finger and rubbed Leila’s clit ever so gently. With no warning Leila came apart in another massive orgasm, her hips humping against Kirsten’s face as she squirted everywhere as she came. Kirsten tried to taste as much of Leila as she could and then pulled back with a little giggle. She climbed back onto the bed wiping her face with her fingers and sucking them clean before kissing Leila tenderly. “I’m really glad you found me in the club. This is much more fun than dancing.” They both laughed and shared another kiss before Leila pulled Kirsten into a hug. “I say we do this all night long.”

 

If you’d like to read more about Kirsten and Leila and how they met you can read about their first experience, here.

Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)

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There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

Wicked Wednesday 293 – The ex – (I Might as Well Enjoy It)

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So I’ve written before about my ex husband and some of the hell he put me through. I won’t rehash that again here, but for anyone that really wants to read it here’s the link (CW: abuse, rape) Today, I have another story, one that makes me laugh instead of be angry or sad.

“If you’re going to get shit for it, you might as well enjoy it.” Those were the words spoken to me in a quiet conversation by a good friend and my now partner after my ex-husband had accused me for the umpteenth time of cheating on him with any number of various people. Now, I will state for the record that of all the people he accused me of sleeping with, I never slept with any of them, despite having opportunity. I tried to take my marriage vows seriously, even as my marriage disintegrated. But the idea of enjoying myself just because I got shit for it appealed to me.

So I did. I flirted and teased and hugged my friends, male or female, it didn’t matter to me or to them and many of them were in on the joke. Looking back at it, it was probably the most immature thing I could’ve done, but it was still a lot of fun. It drove my husband crazy, but he never once found evidence, even when he started stalking me at the end of our marriage, that I had cheated on him.

When my current partner and I were still just friends before we ended up in my bed one night with them pulling my hair, we cuddled under a blanket and talked about silly things like sending imaginary cuddly photos to my ex or joked about getting married and inviting him to the wedding. Honestly the wedding joke should’ve been my first clue I was going to end up with this person, that I had wanted from afar for so very long. But that’s a different story.

One night the ex stopped by when it was just me and my partner (before we got together) and while we did nothing but sat beside one another, the ex seemed quite curious and was obviously watching us. This could’ve been a prime opportunity to really yank the man’s chain, but I refrained largely because I was honestly scared of what he might do. A short time later he asked to speak to me alone so we stepped outside for what should’ve only been a few minutes, but was more like a half hour to forty five minutes while he tried to pump me for information and asked why we had broken up and wanted to know if we could still be friends. When I’d had enough of his bullshit I turned to walk away and he followed me, trying to bar my way back into my own apartment. Shortly thereafter I had my locks changed. But, again, I’m getting off track.

I took a lot of shit for a long time and finally I decided that I may as well live it up. I’ve taken those words that were said to me and tried to apply them to my life as it is today. Happily, I no longer have to deal with a man who accused me of cheating among other things and there is a kind of absolute trust in my relationship now that neither of us would cheat on the other or deliberately cause harm. That said, I will reiterate that at the time I did enjoy making my spouse think all kinds of things and it was, in some small part, a bit of revenge for the way he treated me in other ways. I’m not perfect and I might as well enjoy it.