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?

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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.

Wicked Wednesday 292 – (Hot Yoga)

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Liza and Beth were training for their next marathon interspersing the running with weight lifting and some fantastic sex. But after a particularly grueling day where they ran in the rain and pushed further than they’d been it was time for something a little simpler. They met at Liza’s house to do some basic, relaxing yoga.

Greeting her at the door with a soft kiss, Liza smiled at Beth and just held onto her for a moment. Both women were clad in leggings and t-shirts with sports bras underneath and Beth kicked off her shoes at the entryway, joining the barefooted Liza in the living room for the video they’d picked out. Furniture had been shoved here and there to make room for them and two beach towels were thrown down as impromptu yoga mats. Quickly they got started stretching and breathing and holding poses for long moments at a time all while sneaking glances at one another, especially as they both shed their entangling t-shirts after a few minutes. It was amazing how quickly the 45 minutes passed and they found themselves lying on their backs eyes closed and relaxed as per the video, but neither of them had a clear head.

Rolling over onto her side, Liza watched Beth for a moment who was breathing deeply. She watched her girlfriend’s (were they girlfriends she thought, or just fuck buddies who liked to run) chest rise and fall and slowly leaned in closer to whisper to Beth. “Get up and strip. I want to see you, to feel you, to fuck you.” Beth’s eyes snapped open with a low moan; how had Liza known her thoughts? Also, she liked it when Liza was a little bossy with her. She immediately stop and pulled her bra off freeing gorgeous breasts with pretty pink nipples that Liza loved, before shimmying out of her leggings in the most graceful move she could manage. She did a slow turn letting Liza see all of her, giggling when she felt a smack across her round ass. “Did that leave a hand print?” “Not quite. Should it have?” came Liza’s challenge. Beth laughed again and crossed the few steps to Liza. “Maybe another time. Would you like that? Watching me squirm under your hand as you spanked my ass?” Liza gave a naughty smile and nodded thoughtfully. “I just might enjoy that. What do you think; would you enjoy squirming under my hand while I spanked you?” Beth lost her breath a little at the thought and Liza laughed before bending down to give petite Beth a deep kiss. Both of them sunk into that moment and that moment alone arms wrapped around one another and each realized that this could be the relationship they’d been missing.

Abruptly Liza pinched both of Beth’s nipples, almost hard enough to hurt as she dropped easily to the floor. Immediately she buried her face between Beth’s legs and felt hands digging into her shoulders for balance. It wasn’t quite enough however and just as abruptly as she’d begun, she stopped, leaving Beth to moan softly. “Oh I’m not down with you yet. Liza laid down and looked up at Beth. “I want you sitting on my face so I can eat you out properly.” Happily Beth complied, her knees framing Liza’s face as she slid into a position that suited them both. Liza flicked her tongue against Beth’s clit and began lapping at her wetness, wrapping her strong arms around Beth’s thighs and pulling her even closer. “Mmmm,” Liza fairly purred at the feel and taste of Beth and the feeling made Beth shudder as the vibrations hit her skin.

Beth reached up and pinched her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers as Liza licked and sucked at her pussy. She rocked her hips a bit as she felt an orgasm building and Liza only redoubled her ministrations drawing a soft cry from Beth. She had the sudden desire to taste Liza, but still wanted that orgasm badly. But she’d learned from her skilled lover and knew exactly what to do. “Liza, let me up. I need you too,” she gasped out. Liza gave one final lazy lick across Beth’s skin before releasing her so the could make the needed adjustments. On their sides now, Liza buried her face again between Beth’s legs, while Beth went more slowly savoring Liza’s taste and smell. Both women were becoming more and more aroused and Liza was determined to make Beth orgasm before she herself did, just so she could feel Beth moan against her. She slid a finger into Beth’s dripping pussy and fingered her gently while she sucked harder on her clit and it took only moments for Liza to feel the now familiar moan of her training buddy as she orgasmed for the first (and hopefully not the last) time that afternoon.

Not to be outdone Beth began sucking in earnest at Liza’s clit slipping two fingers inside of her and curling them upwards. Liza felt teeth scrape against her skin and pushed herself closer to her Beth; when had she begun to think of Beth as hers? Right now it didn’t matter as she returned to licking lazily at Beth, tasting the fruits of her labors as she grew nearer to her own orgasm. Without warning it hit and she could feel Beth’s fingers fluttering inside of her trying to keep it going as long as she could, drawing it out as Liza moaned against Beth’s thigh.

The pair fell away from one another and resettled so they were cuddling together on the towels. They shared heated kisses, tasting themselves and each other against their lips. Hands roamed freely against skin and their desire began to build once more.

Wicked Wednesday 291 – (Promote) #SOSS on a Wednesday

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So I’m doing my Share our Shit Saturday post a little early this week. Inspired by the “Promote a Blog” theme for Wicked Wednesday I found several things from a few different blogs that I wanted to share. So here we go.

To start us off, here is an older post that I found on Sex Bloggess’ site and it really struck a chord with me because it is something that I too feel that I struggle with. My defining moment to find my sexual voice doesn’t feel like it has happened yet, but I’m pretty sure with some introspection inspired by this post, I may find that I am wrong. I love a good post that makes me think.

Next we have a story from the ever wonderful writer Lascivious Lucy. Christmas is rarely a happy time for me and this erotic tale reminded me that there are people out there who care for one another at Christmas, but was also a very hot, sexy read. The juxtaposition of the two brought me almost to tears (and that says a lot; I am not a crier) and made me smile at the same time.

While I am pretty bah humbug about Christmas, one of the things I truly enjoy are Christmas lights. Decorating a yard or wrapped in a tree they can always elicit a smile from me. In that vein I found not one, but two pictures I just have to share. One of them from Coffee and Kink is simply luscious and really made me want to do naughty things to a pretty girl wrapped in lights. The second photo, no less sexy, is from Tits and Test Tubes and to me seems very ethereal and a bit surreal as though one might be visited by a sexy Christmas vision draped in the night sky.

Taryn from Ace in the Hole wrote a piece earlier in December asking a seemingly simple question. Are asexual people queer? It details some history of the word queer and goes on to have a thought provoking discourse as to why people may or may not choose to use the word queer. It caught my eye because while queer is a label I use for myself I feel invisible because, like the author, I am a white cis woman in a hetero presenting relationship. That doesn’t change that I use queer to describe my sexuality, but it does give me pause and food for thought as to why some people would choose otherwise.

And lastly, I wanted to give a shout out to the upcoming Smut Marathon hosted by our own Marie Rebelle (Who also puts together Wicked Wednesday every week!) This competition will be a great way for authors to improve their writing and get their work out to different people who perhaps may not have otherwise seen it. It also looks like it could be quite a lot of fun. I hope all the participants have a blast with it and I’m hopeful to see it come around again next year when I might have the free time and extra energy to devote to doing as good of a job as I can.

Thus my #SOSS post for this week, albeit a bit early, and the final one for the year of 2017 comes to an end. I hope everyone takes a look at the bloggers I love to follow and loves them as much as I do!

Wicked Wednesday 290 – Marathon – (Running Buddies)

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Sometimes a marathon can be long and drawn out. It can be 26.2 miles of running or it can be an intense, but long playtime session in a dungeon. I would, obviously, prefer the latter. But a marathon can also turn into other things. Just as it has a beginning so it comes to an end.

Liza and Beth had survived their first marathon together and were celebrating their sore bodies and personal victories with food and drinks in a local pub. They’d started with plenty of water, but Liza decided she wanted a glass of wine which turned into two and Beth followed suit. Neither woman was drunk, but they were more than willing to start delving into more detail, as their relationship had previously been only about training for the marathon. The ladies were single and neither of them had pursued relationships because they just couldn’t seem to find that right someone.

Suddenly, Liza grinned at Beth and spoke, “What if we’ve been looking in the wrong places all this time? Perhaps a man isn’t what we need.” Both of them laughed softly, but Liza had only been partially joking since she was bisexual and attracted to Beth. She wondered if Beth might feel the same way when the other woman looked at her. “I’ve never even kissed another woman, but I’ve thought about it.” That seemed promising to Liza who smiled at her friend. “Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might decide you quite like it.” “Have you ever done it?” Beth inquired. Liza took a sip of her wine and nodded slowly. “Yes I have. More than once. I find it to be enjoyable.” “Why?” “Because I just do. I’m wired that way. But to me women are, in their own ways both softer and harder than men. I’ve certainly known them to be more demanding, but also to be just as shy.” Beth looked down and then back up at Liza, “I think I might be the shy type.” Liza grinned, “The only way to find out is to try it. And you might be shy at first but be more aggressive later on. It all depends on your comfort level and experience.” She shrugged her shoulders and watched Beth carefully for any sign of possible interest.

And they danced around the subject for weeks, talking about sex and sexuality, with Liza sometimes scandalizing the more innocent Beth. Not to say that Beth was naive or sheltered; she just had no idea that some things that were considered deviant weren’t really deviant at all. And that’s when she let herself realize that she was attracted to Liza. Then one day after a run in the park, in which Beth spent a fair amount of time dropping back to stare at Liza’s shapely ass, she seriously began to wonder what it would be like to fuck her friend. She realized her wanting had become a marathon of its own with no finish line in sight.

Liza was perfectly aware of what seemed to be Beth’s burgeoning attraction to her, but didn’t want to push too hard and scare her off. She was trying to figure out how to take things further, but wanted to move at a pace Beth would be comfortable with. Finally she decided on a course of action. As they were cooling down after their most recent run, Liza gathered her courage and spoke up, “Alright, I know you’ve been checking out my ass and you aren’t exactly shying away from the conversations we have about sex. So, are you as attracted to me as you appear to me or just curious?” Beth turned several shades of pink and looked down at the ground, feeling very shy. Then she looked up, meeting Liza’s dark brown eyes and walked over to her, rested her hands on her shoulders and leaned up into the taller woman for just the briefest of kisses. Gentle and sweet, it lasted for only a moment, but it was enough as the sparks seemed to shoot between them. “My house is closer,” came Beth’s voice quietly.

The two women made their way to Beth’s house and as soon as they entered and the front door shut Liza wrapped her arms around Beth and simply said, “Where?” as she lifted her off her feet. Beth motioned down the hallway to the left and Liza carried her to her bedroom before depositing her on the bed with a kiss. “Are you sure about this, Beth? I mean, I’ve been wanting this for a while, but I know you’re nervous.” “I am nervous, but I’ve spent ages lusting over you, and yes, staring at your ass. I realized I wanted this weeks ago, but wasn’t brave enough to speak up so I’m glad you finally did.”

With that, Beth immediately stripped down and let Liza look at her. “You are gorgeous. And I want to do delicious things to you.” Liza’s voice was husky with need and she quickly undressed before crawling onto the bed and holding onto Beth who immediately and playful grabbed at Liza’s ass like she had been wanting to do for months now. They both laughed at this and shared a kiss. Soon Beth became the aggressor, kissing and licking, and nibbling at her new lover’s neck and lower to her breasts. She could taste the faint tang of salt and sweat from their run and she loved it. She felt almost animalistic and primal. Finally as she kissed and rubbed her way down Liza’s body and reached the juncture between her thighs, she looked up, nervous again. “What do I do?”

Liza smiled down at Beth, “What would you like done to you?” “Hmmm…” Beth grinned suddenly and lowered her head gently teasing Liza, tasting her slowly, the way she’d always wished someone would take their time with her. Beth wanted to build an orgasm and then tear it screaming from Liza’s throat. Beth traced the lines of Liza’s skin with her tongue, stopping to flick it across her clit here and there or dipping lower to taste her. Liza had never been one to want to wait for her orgasms, but this was different with Beth; she was content to let her do as she pleased. And Beth slowly edged Liza closer and closer to orgasm, eventually bringing her so close only to stop and make Liza moan her frustration. Beth grinned and kissed Liza’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, her arms wrapped around the other woman’s spread thighs. Liza gasped and began to buck her hips up and down, the sensation being just what she needed. “More, please more.” Beth bit down very gently and pulled, scraping her teeth along the sensitive skin. Liza gasped at that and Beth did it again before resuming her sucking. And then Liza was thrashing about on the bed, not quite screaming, but close enough for Beth. After Liza came down and was relaxed again Beth looked up at her. “How’d I do?” Liza smiled. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d done that before. C’mere and let me have you.”

Wicked Wednesday 289 – Neighbors – (The Art of Listening)

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There was a low groan from the other side of the wall and Drew looked at Sarah and grinned. The neighbors were at it again. They both paused what they were doing and walked to the wall, pressing an ear against it (not that they needed to) and listened with bated breath. That low groan turned into a murmured name and then a soft cry from the woman.

They heard her whimper slightly and wondered just what caused that delicious noise. Sarah was imagining that it was his head between her thighs that made her make those noises. Drew imagined something a little rougher, a fist in her hair as she sucked a cock deep into her mouth. They spooned together as they leaned against the wall and Drew wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist, his fingers dipping just below the band of her pants and teasing her skin. Typically these sessions with their neighbors lasted anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours and always left both Sarah and Drew wanting each other and more.

The woman next door cried her first orgasm and Sarah shuddered against Drew, wanting her own orgasm as well. “Soon,” he whispered. His hand slid lower along her body and gently found her clit. He pressed down softly and began to circle it as they listened to the sexual symphony that was played out for them to hear. She bucked her hips and he pulled her closer with his other hand on her hip. She could feel his hard cock and ground back against him as the neighbors next door had no idea what they inspired as their bed began to creak and squeak in a regular rhythm.

And without fail they heard the man groan again and the woman, who was the more vocal of the two, start begging him to fuck her. She seemed to lose all sense of restraint as she cried out over and over, her words becoming more explicit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Drew rubbed harder at Sarah’s clit and she shivered in his arms, biting back a moan of her own, lest the neighbors hear them and figure out they were listening in, even though it would have been impossible to miss period once she started crying out the way she did. Sudden silence. And the his hushed voice, just barely audible, “Come for me.” The woman’s cries began unintelligible as she orgasmed like she was told and knowing that she was being told what to do make Sarah come as well, bucking her hips relentlessly.

Drew kissed Sarah’s neck and teasingly whispered to her, “Good girl.” just as they heard a voice repeat the same on the other side of the wall. Sarah bit her lip hard and went limp against Drew for a long moment. In the quiet they heard his voice again. “Settle down little one. There’ll be more of that later, but right now its nap time.”

Knowing they’d hear nothing for several more hours Sarah and Drew raced off to their bedroom and stripped as fast as they could before Drew had Sarah bent over the bed, burying his cock in her dripping pussy. He rode her hard and fast and she moaned quietly doing her best to press her body against his, relishing the feeling of his hands digging into her hips and wondering if she’d have fingerprint bruises as a reminder. Drew growled softly and Sarah knew he was close. She was too and they both knew they’d orgasm together. Seconds later Sarah swore and Drew felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He slammed into her once, twice, and filled her with liquid heat. Slowly they pulled apart and slid into the own bed. Sarah looked at Drew giggling and spoke, “Nap time?” They both laughed and cuddled together drowsily in the late afternoon sun.

Wicked Wednesday 288 – Whispers

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The glide of fingers on skin
Silence.
The sharp tug on hair
Quiet commands, sweet nothings
in her ear
The muted echoes
of their lovemaking
surrounds them
in a cocoon of self
Awareness.
Bodies slick with wanting
with need for one another
A climax
like none before
and softly
“I love you.”