Spring Fever

If I don't get spanked, laid, bound or any combination of the two in the next couple of days I will spontaneously combust.

Last week and the last couple of days have been a washout. Between last week's awkwardness, the other D/s couple flaking out, and both Teacher and myself having intense business deadlines there has been no time to squeeze in any joint fun. I did go out with some friends on Friday and got my flirt on, but that was that. That usually is enough for me.

I've been told that I am a major flirt by various friends, but I can say I genuinely am not conscious of it when I do it, in fact I was flabbergasted the first time anyone brought it up. I'm just being myself. Once I was having a very animated conversation with two of my guy pals and their coworker, a big lug of a dude. I'll call him Bubba. A major redneck, but hilarious. After he left, I got scolded by my pals. "You need to watch out X!"
"What?"
"You need to be careful flirting with Bubba."
"I wasn't flirting! What the fuck?"
Neither one of them was able to articulate exactly what I was doing, but according to them I was treading into dangerous waters by merely having a conversation. Mind you these are long time friends and this had never ever happened in the years I had known them, so it sort of startled me.
"I was just being myself."
"Well, be careful."
"Whatever, hand me the bong." I guess I was/am so used to being the only girl around that I took it for granted I was always safe.
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Now, there are times when I am very aware of my actions, and those times I sort of enjoy knowing that perhaps I made a deposit in someone's spankbank!

Teacher has sort of planted the seed in my head, well maybe moreso reminded me that I can use my feminine wiles to get what I want. So, I have more so than ever attempted to do as such. For instance, I purposefully got dolled up to get some work done on my car, and sweet talked my way into a nice discount. At one of my multitude of jobs, when dealing with male customers I take every opportunity to bend over, give them a look at my cleavage, bat my eyes, or joke around. Ca-ching!

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Guess I got off track, so anyway yes, I need to get laid. The past couple of days from the smell of the grass to the way the air even feels on my arms, it is making me batty. Right now as I write, a storm is approaching, and all I want to do is roll around in the cool sheets with my baby. Is that weird I call my Dom "my baby?" So what.

If things work out as I wish, I'll see Teacher tonight. I watched two really hot clips on Alebeard's blog last night. There was no direct linkback to the post, so go scroll to February 28 "Back From Mexico" as I couldn't embed them. Check them out. I totally dig where he's fucking his sub with the end of the flogger.

Pillow Talk

Teacher and I had a pretty sickly sweet evening of fawning and pawing at each other. It had been a few days since we had seen each other and well, I guess we honestly missed one another.

So we're all snuggling, nibbling, and staring into one another's eyes when he just yanked my top down to reveal my breasts. Well actually the rest of my breasts as I was wearing a pretty low-cut shirt and a push up bra.

With his mouth he latched on to my right nipple and went to town. Sucking, biting and tweaking it and I felt little sparks flying in my panties and had stars in my eyes. I've never come from straight up nipple play, but this was getting me pretty fucking close.

I guess he either got bored or heard me breathing hard because he unzipped my pants and shoved his hands down my panties, straight to my now sensitive little pleasure nub. You know I always write about how cool Teacher is, and well I know no one is perfect, but if there is one thing that I think makes him a wonderful lover is that he not only tries to figure out what turns me on by exploration or taking my cues, but that he remembers.

So that he remembered where my most sensitive part of my clitoris was, well I was more than happy. As he maneuvered his thumb and forefinger around my clit, rolling it back and forth like a marble, I found myself gnawing on his shoulder (He's called me a vampire before.) Why is it that the moment before you come is like the most amazing and difficult time all jumbled together? But that fucking realize, holy shit. It wasn't long before I came an eyes rolling in the back of your head orgasm. It wasn't long either before Teacher commanded "Get down on your knees over here." No arguments there.

He slid his very firm cock right in to my still spasming pussy. He's fucking away and I'm digging it, but figuring we're just having straight up vanilla sex I figured it was okay to ask for what I wanted.
"Teacher can you pull my hair?" He grabbed a handful of my locks and pushed my head down onto the bed and continued slamming me from behind. I longed to rub my clit as he did this but I couldn't fucking reach the way he had me. I don't' know if it s the mild pain or the caveman like act of hair pulling, but it always gets me hot.

Still pumping away, Teacher smashed my head into the bed even further, "You like this you filthy slut, don't you"
"Mwmwwhah" like I could speak.
"This is why you're my little cockwhore" Oh God I love dirty talk. It makes me feel, well, dirty! I had my legs up in suck a way that he held on to either foot and continued to fuck me, his nicely curved cock hitting me right in my G spot and I came once again. I think I found my new favorite position.

I felt his finishing up thrusts. As much as I love having my hair pulled and dirty talk, I love that moment right before a man comes, it is sex at is most erotic. As he shot his load, I smiled and savored the moment of his finally pumps spilling himself inside me.

This was the perfect sex for me, and perhaps because it is a sub girly thing. We had that initial connection, all mushy and stuff and then he used me like the dirty cumslut that I am.

Dirty Driving

Thanks to a good old fashioned case of the hormones I am climbing the walls just dying to get fucked by Teacher. He's on the mend, and it looks like we'll be having a fuckfest tomorrow night.

Meanwile, I spent my drive home daydreaming about various sexual scenarios--everything from to being roughed up, double-penetrated and face-fucked by some guys and being brutally punished by Teacher for being such a slut to Teacher tying me face-to-face with another woman and caning us. It was such lousy traffic, I couldn't even think about attempting to masturbate while driving. But, oh yeah, that is another thing I've had fantasies about driving with Teacher and him making me expose myself. I've never been an exhibitionist, but that seems like it would be fun.

This post isn't really going anywhere, but trust me, I'm going to have some filthy shit to share with you guys, so stay tuned.

Now where did I put those batteries....

Discreet

"We must keep this discreet," which means if you tell somebody I'll kick your ass.

I have one friend, a platonic one, whose penchant for BDSM was outed by a nosy roommate. He was cool about it at first, answering all of our questions and being good humoured. Then he soured, or rather my group of pals pissed him off. It is a group who thrive on picking on one another, good natured teasing, and pretty much anything is fair game. Mind you these are my male friends. He got sick of being the source of everyone's jokes, and announced he wished that part of his life to be private. We all obliged. Save the few "He's tied up right now" jokes. Back then, he did initially keep dicussing stuff with me, as it was the time with of my initial curiosity until he decided I was the instigator of the ribbing. I wasn't, but I do tend to be a smart ass, so I was an easy target. After a vicious fight, I let it be.

Well here I am many years later, and I wanted to get the scoop on some lifestyle questions from someone I trusted. He was very informative and concerned about my welfare, as any friend would be. I was elated.

Sadly, I woke up to a message from him. He wished to retreat back into his private shell. Our conversations made him uncomfortable, being that we were friends. True. Of course a friend who has thrown me over the couch, slapped me across the face, and threatened to choke me. Drunkenness. Perhaps. You decide. Of course, he's done countless kind things for me, he just loves to rile me up. Everyone does. It is pretty easy.

Anyway, I respect his wishes. He also advised me to be discreet with whom I shared my predilection. He had ruined numerous relationships, and lost a few close-minded souls along the way. He doesn't want me to experience what he went through. We agreed to be discreet. I agreed to not ask him anything else about BDSM. I do not wish him to be uncomfortable, and he well, he has a point. Despite my enthusiasm, I need to be able to work on my boundaries with this facet of my life. I've worked this past year on becoming more of a private person, I used to always lay it out on the table. I still have more work ahead. In the interim, we still have plans to spend time together.

Later I on I started thinking of another facet of this situation. Rare is the night I go out and not see someone I know. It is big enough that you don't know everyone, but small enough that you do. Perhaps he does not want me to see him in action, on his game. I can totally understand. I know I'll feel that way in the near future.

On the surface, it seems pretty fucking sad that one must hide their twisted desires. I'll never stop being frustrated at those who are unaccepting of lifestyle differences. But I realized, perhaps, for now, the discretion and secretiveness can be sexy.

Just not on my blog!