Wicked Wednesday 313 – Sexual Confidence

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I walked up to the well dressed man in the perfectly fitted suit and smiled at him. He tipped his drink in my direction. “Hello there.” I felt completely out of my league here, but I knew the only way to find out if he might be interested was to try it. I refused to be the underdog who magically changed and got the guy. Instead I just let myself ooze a confidence that I didn’t always feel. I knew I wasn’t the usual picture of desire than many people thought they wanted, but ninety percent of the time, it worked and I got my guy or girl. He smiled and spoke, his voice deeper than I had anticipated. “Hi yourself.”

Taking a sip of my bourbon I smiled and opted for something cheesy and silly, hoping to make him laugh. “So what’s guy like you doing in a place like this?” as I gestured around the quiet, slightly seedy bar that was filled with a number of people having after work drinks, most of them dressed far more casually than either he or I. “I could ask you the same question.” “Nope. You first.”

“Well, I’m just in town for the weekend and this was the bar that an old friend and I used to spend our days at in college. I was hoping we could meet up again, but I’ve been stiffed it seems.” He laughed, shaking his head, “Probably because he found himself a hot guy to spend the night with instead.” I immediately wondered if I had misjudged my target, but I didn’t think so. “Now, why are you here Miss?” I blushed slightly and offered him a perfectly manicured hand (part of the confidence was looking the part you know), “Andrea. And this is my usual place to stop. It’s close to home and has one of the best whiskey collections in the city.” Another sip of my drink and another smile. “I didn’t get your name.” “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Peter.” He grinned apologetically at me and signaled the bartender. “Another for me and another for the pretty lady here.” I finished my first drink just as the second arrived and I grinned cheekily at him. “So, what shall we drink to?” “Hmmm, I’ll drink to a gorgeous, curvy brunette with a sense of curiosity.” And he raised his glass as I giggled softly, “Well then I’ll drink to the cute blonde guy in the suit.” I raised my glass as well and we drank, both savoring the taste of our respective drinks.

We spent the evening flirting first subtly and not so subtly and after our fourth drink we both decided enough was enough. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I was direct and perhaps a little forward, leaning into him almost aggressively. He agreed, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. It was a simple gesture, but erotically charged after our flirting and I smiled. I expected him to be killer in bed and I hoped he could keep up with me.

We arrived at my small apartment laughing and talking about nothing important and as I shut the door and turned I found him right there. “I want to kiss you, Andrea.” I leaned against the front door and gave him a naughty grin. “And I want to do all manner of unspeakable things to you Peter. So I think it is safe for you to kiss me.” He leaned in and my lips met his, warm and soft, as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. Even though I am not what one would call skinny he was physically larger than I was, although not imposing and he soon had me trapped against the door as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

He lifted my body against his and I was momentarily startled by his strength. Very few men would even try to pick me up like this. I found my legs wrapped around his waist, my skirt riding up my plump thighs to reveal the tops of my stockings. He pulled me closer and trailed kisses down my neck before murmuring in my ear, “Bedroom?” “Down the hallway, all the way to the back. And he carried me there, his hands kneading at my ass. “God, I want you.” He let me down, steadying me as I got my balance on my heels before I stripped to a matching purple satin bra and panty set. My plus size body was fully revealed to him and he smiled wolfishly, eating me up with his eyes before kissing me again, hungrily, needily. It didn’t take long before we were nude and in my bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. He wasn’t a perfect specimen, but his furry chest was warm against me and I reveled in the feel of his body. I could feel his cock and I reached down to stroke it taking pleasure in the look on his face when I did. “Don’t do that,” he rumbled, “or else you’ll have me popping like a teenage boy again. And I want to feel your pussy around me.” I gave a final squeeze and tossed him a condom from the bedside table.

I watched as he sheathed a thick, veiny cock and then pushed him back against the pile of pillows we had built up. Straddling him freely, my breasts and belly bounced as a rocked my hips against him, letting him fill (and feel!) me up. My hands rested on his shoulders as I rode him and his found my breasts, cupping them in his hands, letting the excess over flow. His head lowered to my nipples making me moan as he found out for himself just how sensitive they are. I moved fast, my breathing uneven and ragged as he teased me while I bounced on his cock.

Without warming he grunted and thrust himself against me and I could feel his twitching cock, which set off an orgasm of my own as I ground myself into him murmuring his name over and over. He held me close against him, unwilling to relinquish me quite so easily.

I smiled to myself, thinking how boring my night could’ve been had I not been willing to put myself out there and approach a complete stranger in a bar. It was all about being confident, something more people could stand to learn. I rested my head on Peter’s shoulder and kissed his neck. We might only share tonight, but I was going to make it a memorable one.

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Fat and Sexy: Learning to be Both

So my last fat and sexy post was in September of last year and it was a shit show. I was having car trouble, knee trouble, and various other issues that I felt related to my problems with being fat and sexy. Fast forward to now and I’ve found out that I have arthritis in both knees that is probably only going to get worse so some of the physical activities I wanted to get involved in are probably either a straight up no go or not a good idea, no matter how much I might want to. Of course, I can also ask what physical activities because I’ve basically been a slug since February. But I’m trying to address that by getting back into yoga. Dear Gods, it is harder than I remember it being and I already knew it would be hard.

But what prompted me to write this post was something I read by the Formidable Femme herself, Sarah Brynn Holliday. Her post “When Do I Get to Celebrate My Fat Body?” took me back to all the times my ex disparaged my weight or otherwise made me feel self conscious about my body. It was so bad that I couldn’t stand to be naked around him or let him see my body. By the end of our relationship though I had lost weight and was finally “skinny enough” (as far I was and still am concerned I was still fat.) But it was too late at that point because I had decided it was over. Not him.

But no matter what size I was then or what size I am now, I still feel damaged and broken. My current partner assures me otherwise frequently, but when I can’t stand to see my own body reflected back at me in the mirror, when I try to eat less, when I try to be smaller because smaller is better, what does that say? It still tells me that I’m not worth the time or the effort, that I’m not good enough and that I’ll never be good enough. I fight this fight just as much as I fight to keep my bipolar disorder under control.

However, as much as I can relate to the post referenced above and how heartbreaking it is for me to see myself fight to be smaller and take up less space in a world where fat people aren’t given license to exist, I am also starting to relate to the idea that fat and sexy are not mutually exclusive of one another. My partner greets me with a kiss and “Hi Gorgeous.” on a regular basis. I’ve finally stopped cringing when they call me that. I don’t roll my eyes anymore, although I will still duck my head a bit, not because I’m ashamed, but because the (still unexpected) compliment embarrasses me a little because I don’t know how to gracefully accept a compliment of that caliber. I’ve never seen myself as striking or pretty or even cute so gorgeous is right out. But I hear it all the time. What do I do; how do I reconcile what I see in the mirror with what I’m told?

And the only answer I have is that I don’t know. So I try to just let it wash over me and be as accepting of it as I can instead of being ashamed of who I am and what I look like. I’m fat, even when I’m “skinny” I’m still fat, and I doubt I’ll ever be at my smallest size again. I mean come on, 2 pounds and 12.5 ounces is just unrealistic for someone my height! Yes, I just made that awful joke. In all seriousness though, I ask the question why can’t I be both fat and sexy? What is stopping me from being both? Is it just all in my head and a matter of confidence? Is the answer really that simple? It doesn’t seem like it is. But what do I know? I’ve never had the confidence to know what being both fat and sexy is. Maybe though, just maybe, I’m learning.

KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.

 

Wicked Wednesday 312 – (Jacqui’s Lessons Continue)

After a short rest and more wine all around the men seemed ready to move forward with Jacqui. Her nervousness had mostly dissipated between the wine and the orgasm, but she was a little afraid that what was to come next would hurt and she voiced her concerns. The tall man gave a her kiss. “It will hurt a little, but I’ll be gentle, Doll. We don’t want to hurt you, just have some fun. You are having fun aren’t you?” Jacqui gave a shy smiled and nodded her head, “Oh yes. What you did earlier…with your mouth, that was lots of fun.” And she gave a tiny giggle.

All the men smiled at the sound and each gave her a kiss, all of them sensual and passionate, but the quiet one, his was the best. “Now then. A little vocabulary lesson, Doll. No doubt you’ve heard whispers of love making and other euphemisms for the sexual act, but tonight my dear, we are going to fuck you.” Jacqui’s cheeks flashed a bright scarlet and the men chuckled. “Come on Doll, it’s just a word, albeit one I doubt your family would approve of you knowing. Tell us what’s going to happen next.” “You’re going to…to, to fuck me.” She forced the word out, foreign as it was and then repeated herself more surely, more calmly. “Good. Now come here.”

Jacqui got up and sauntered over to the tall man, who was standing furthest from her and with a naughty grin only he could see, she added a little more sway to her step, offering a tantalizing view of her pert backside. When she got near to him he reached for her cupping her peach sized breasts in his hands and squeezing gently. He plucked at her nipples again and she felt that same electric jolt as before. “I like that,” she admitted to him, so he did it a second then a third time and watched her body shudder with pleasure. The other two men, both smiled at her response to being touch as well and smiled when their cohort led her to the couch where she’d been seated, bending her over the back of it. “Are you ready, Doll?” “Y-yes.” He nodded and she heard him undressing behind her. Her face became fearful once more and that’s when the other two men stepped forward, one to kiss her gently and the other to play with those lovely, sensitive nipples. Jacqui relaxed again and then felt fingers exploring her body. Just a single digit slipped inside, filling her and the feeling was so different from anything she’d ever felt before she didn’t know what to do. Her muscles clenched and flexed and the man crooned his approval. “Sure you’re ready?” Jacqui nodded, unable to speak and felt something brush against her there. Then a pushing sensation followed by a stretch that left her gasping for air. “Doll? You alright?” She nodded again her hands reaching into empty air, finding the hands of her other two lovers and gripping them tightly. “It’s so much…” “I know, but you can do it. You’re doing good.” And another deeper stretch and a sharp stab of pain that took her by surprise even though she’d known to expect it.

“There. The hard part is over. Now try to relax.” Jacqui took a deep breath and willed her body to relax as much as she could and felt a slow retreat from her body, before there was another push forward. She suddenly became almost giddy with excitement. She was being fucked. Gently, of course, but all the same it was happening. Instinctively she tilted her hips for a better angle and was rewarded by strong hands gripping her hips tightly as the man began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of her while she clung to the other two who by the time has begun playing with her breasts and nipples with their free hands. Jacqui moaned; everything felt so good. It got better when the man fucking her loosed one hand from her hip and reached around to find her nub and began to rub it in slow tantalizing circles. Her hips bucked and she began to thrust her body against his as the two men holding her hands smiled and nodded with appreciation. Flasher spoke while brushing a strand of hair from her face, “That’s it Doll. Do what feels good.”

What felt good right now was everything and Jacqui was quickly losing herself in the sensations she felt. Suddenly she froze mid-thrust and cried out as she had her second orgasm rolled through her body, causing her to tense and flex her muscles. He never stopped fucking her. “Do you want another cock Doll?” Jacqui’s eyes flew open and she watched Flasher step in front of her, offering himself to her. She stretched forward a little and took him in her mouth. The feeling of having two holes filled at once was enough to make her come again and she felt her own juices trickle down her leg. She knew she should feel guilty, shouldn’t be doing this, but oh how could something that felt so good be wrong?

The two men quickly found a rhythm, sharing her between them and Jacqui could do little more than moan and hang on for the ride. She was stretched and filled and treated exactly like what they had been calling her all evening, a doll. And she loved it. She wondered if she could have another orgasm and she focused on that pounding feeling in her body, the push and pull of the two men. The sudden thought that she might not ever have this again threw her for a moment, but then made her resolve to relish it all the more. And she sucked and licked and squirmed and was well and truly being dominated by the two men and loved it. That heady rush hit her again and she felt herself floating away on another orgasm, her third she thought and wondered why this was such a taboo topic and thing to do. As her cunt clenched around the man fucking her he gave a soft growl and thrust into her hard just before she felt a hot warmth drenching her insides. It made her twitch and then gasp as she realized what it was. She sucked harder at the cock in her mouth as the one in her cunt retreated; she wanted to taste it again. She wanted to feel it again too and was sincerely hoping that the quiet one would fuck her, but he seemed content to watch and stroke himself while the tall man poured himself a glass of wine. Jacqui sucked hard at the crown of Flasher’s cock and that was his undoing; he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, coming hard as he had before. She swallowed greedily and pouted a bit when he pulled away. On unsteady legs she made her way to the front of the couch and sat down, to take it all in. “More wine before we go, Doll?”

 

Review: Utimi Powerful Magic Body Wand

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Box slightly damaged upon arrival; did not affect toy.

This Utimi Powerful Magic Body Wand is my newest wand vibrator and it has been a fun toy to use and learn the ins and outs of. It is a red and black toy, which I enjoy because red and black just works for me, and a lot of fun to use. Obviously this toy is multi-use and can be used for things beyond sexual play, but I use mine exclusively during sex so that will be the focus of my review.

To operate the Utimi wand you use a long press on the center button to turn it off and on and short presses to operate the buttons to adjust the vibrations. Regarding settings, it has seven varied speeds that it can be used at, as well as six different vibration patterns. I love that the buttons light up, in blue and green respectively, as you move through the speeds and patterns, mostly because if I’m unable to see the buttons in the dark I can see it light up and that can tell me if I’m pushing the button that I want. The blue light signals if the vibrations themselves are getting more or less powerful and the green light is an indicator of the vibration patterns switching from one to another. When charging, with its proprietary charger, the lights are red, but go green when fully charged. So far I’ve gotten probably an hour of use from the toy on a single charge and it doesn’t appear to be in any danger of dying on me in the middle of sex.

The Utimi Magic Wand comes in at 13.8” total length, 2.4 inches of that is the head, and 10.6 inches of that is the handle. The head also has a diameter of 2.4 inches and is made of silicone while the handle itself is made of ABS plastic. This toy weighs in at a hefty 21 ounces probably largely due to battery pack placed near the head of the toy. My arm and hand can get tired pretty quickly from holding it at the angle I most enjoy. It makes me want to tie it to myself sometimes so I can just lay back, relax, and have orgasms.

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Lovely black and red

So I’ve had great fun using this toy and it can definitely get me off. Repeatedly. I do have a corded wand and after some comparisons the vibrations in the Utimi wand don’t appear to be quite as strong, but there is more variation in speed and vibration patterns with the Utimi wand. I really enjoy the varying speeds more so than the vibration patterns because I can really dial the toy in to where I need it to be. The patterns just aren’t really my thing and while they feel nice, they are less likely to get me off. That said, they are nice to have as an option should I be craving something very different from my usual preferences.

If you’re interested in having your own Utimi Powerful Magic Body Wand you can find one at the Utimi website for a regular price of $79.99. They are advertised for sale on Amazon and eBay, but I will advise caution regarding purchasing sex toys from anywhere but reputable sex toy retailers due to the amount of counterfeit toys that make it to the market. You can also check out your favorite body safe sex toy retailer for their products.

Note: As of the publication of this review, the wand did not appear to be available on the Utimi website any longer.

Wicked Wednesday 311- (Jacqui Learns Her First Lessons)

“Relax Doll, we won’t hurt you.” And she felt warm lips leave a trail of kisses along her neck as the same pair of hands that had unbuttoned her dress began to unlace her corset, freeing her to take a deep shaky breath. Her was clothing in a heap at her feet; she was lifted free of the pile of cloth and held with her hands behind her back as the men took in her nudity. Jacqui felt something hard pressed again her bottom. She grinned and gave a tiny little wiggle. “Mmmm, feeling feisty are you? Good.” His hands reached around and stroked the tops of her breasts slowly, not quite reaching her nipples yet and Jacqui relaxed into the tall man. Despite her vulnerability, she felt safe.

The other two, the flasher and the quiet one both began to strip down and she watched in awe as their bodies appeared before her. They weren’t God-like specimens, but she was not used to the male body in all its glory and to be able to look freely was, she decided, quite a treat. Flasher was playing with himself again and she watched fascinated as his hand moved over and over in a steady rhythm. She had a vague idea of what would come next and suddenly she found herself fearing that one of these men could impregnate her. The thought was almost enough to make her call it all off, but with a low groan the man before her orgasmed, giving her a look at something she’d never seen before and she was transfixed at the way the muscles in his arm flexed and the veins in his neck stood out. It almost seemed like it should be painful in its intensity. And seeing the sticky whiteness dripping down his hand only made her wonder what it would taste like in her mouth or feel like spurting inside of her.

A gentle thrust from behind reminded her of her surroundings and she tilted her head back to look up at this man. “Well, that was educational,” as she nodded in the direction of the flasher, “but what else will you gentlemen show me tonight?” “Whatever you like Doll. I saw how you watched that one girl get all filled up. Do you think you’d like that?” Jacqui blushed, knowing exactly what the man meant and knew that the three of them could easily do it. But she didn’t think she could handle so much. “I…I don’t think I could do that. It would be too much.” “Yes, it probably would,” he mused, “but what about this?” And he tweaked her nipples hard enough to make her cry out softly and then sag further into him. He did it again and she arched into the touch, amazed at how good it felt. She felt like there were sparks shooting from her nipples to that place between her legs that had begun to ache, a place she’d never dared touch.

Finally, the quiet one, who’d spoken not a word stepped up to her and placed his hands on either side of her face. “May I?” His voice was velvet smooth, filled with a confidence that Jacqui envied and she nodded, letting her eyes fall shut as he closed in for a tender, but hungry kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth. She was supported between the two men now and while one let his hands roamed her body, the other taught her sensuality with only his lips and tongue. Soon she was wiggling and moaning ever so slightly. She felt very wet now between her thighs and felt a need begin to rise. She wanted more. Her legs parted and she felt fingers brush against her mound carefully, testing her reaction. Hips tiled towards the touch she simply whispered, “More.”

With that she quickly found herself being lifted up and draped across a large armchair her legs spread and body fully exposed to the three men. The tall one reach out and touched her again. “You’re so wet.” And sucking his finger clean of her juices, “And so sweet. I think I want a taste.” He knelt down and leaned into her his hands on her hips. Jacqui watched as his face neared her nether regions and bucked slightly the moment she felt his lips on her skin. It was so different, but felt so good and she let her head fall back as he began to tease her with his tongue, licking and sucking at her until she felt as though she might burst. She was writhing in his arms and felt a throbbing in her entire body that only became more and more intense. It seemed centered between her thighs and she was content to enjoy what was happening to her; letting this man take her body this way was more than enjoyable. She felt something against her lips and opened her eyes to find her velvet voiced man standing there, his erect member bobbing in front of her. Curiosity got the best of her and a small pink tongue darted out to touch the tip of it. So smooth she marveled and she licked him like she might lick an ice cream cone, not really sure what to do, only trying to put what she had just witnessed on the stage into practice. His hand rested on the back of her head and gave a gentle push against her lips, just as he’d done with his tongue earlier. She went to open her mouth just as the man nestled between her legs found that perfect spot and she cried out, experiencing her first orgasm. Her hips went wild instinctively trying to draw it out and make the feeling last.

“Good girl, Doll. Now show our friend here some much needed attention.” And again there was an erect penis pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth and it was full in an instant and she almost choked. A hand moved her head back and forth until she got the idea and began to mimic the actions of a woman from the show, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking gently, then harder when her actions elicited a deep moan. She knew then that she was going to get to taste him in her mouth and she knew that she wanted to. Her skill was lacking but her enthusiasm was not and soon she felt a throb and a twitch and a hand holding her in place as a hot, viscous liquid spurted into her mouth. Salty, but not altogether unpleasant. She swallowed because she didn’t know what else to do. “Bravo. What a treat we have in you. And there’s more to yet to come. Have a glass of wine and catch you breath, then I’m going to take you the way a man takes a woman.” Jacqui shivered at the thought, obviously excited and let them pour her some wine and feed her fruit like some Goddess from the ancient times. She didn’t think she would regret this no matter what happened.

 

In The Early Hours

It was five in the morning, I hadn’t slept all night, and my alarm was due to go off in an hour and a half when he came to bed. We shared a few kisses and cuddled up, both of us determined to get what little sleep we could before starting our day. Moments later his eyes opened and he looked down at me, “Not enough,” came a gruff whisper and his lips ravaged mine again before pulling back and telling me to go to sleep.

We tried, we both really did try to sleep, but before either of us could doze off we would be off again. Hands grabbing and squeezing, lips meeting in feverishly hot passion that left me breathless with need. My body pressed against his and he jerked me even closer, if that was possible. His kisses were almost frenetic in their need, but deep and unyielding at the same time. I wanted him. Badly.

But this wasn’t about him or me; it was about us. As we came crashing together again I felt him toss my legs apart and slide a single digit into my dripping pussy. He curled and fluttered that finger and a mumbled, “Fuck.” escaped my lips against his neck as I immediately had an orgasm just as he wanted me to do. Working his finger in and out he slowly added a second one as we kissed. He was slowly driving me wild with nothing more than the slight pressure of those two fingers combined with the rawness of the kisses we shared.

My hips bucked against his and again my fingers found his back, digging in fiercely as we moved together. He could play me like I was the instrument and he the virtuoso and he did. His kisses were sweet honey to me and I felt vaguely drunk on them while he fingered my pussy. Suddenly his lips tore from mine and a rough voice whispered in my ear. “Come for me.” And I did, soaking his fingers and clinging to him without words.

Slowly he removed his fingers and offered them up to me and I began to suck and lick at them enjoying the taste of myself against his skin. By the time I was done, his fingers were clean of everything but my saliva and we were both, finally, sated as we drifted off to sleep.