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Good-Bye Hello

This isn’t a terribly wicked post, but it is my life right now. I wave good-bye to one thing and beckon others in with a welcoming hello.

So_many_doors______by_lillimouseIt has been a very interesting couple of weeks. You know that saying, “when one door closes another one opens“? This past week a door closed and every other door around me opened. Crazy! Sometimes we spend so much time and effort on trying to get that one door to work that we don’t notice the others are even there.

I think that was my problem. I was so set on the idea that Mister would be the one to lead me on my journey that I couldn’t see past that. Then, about a week and a half ago reality snuck up on me. It really kind of slapped me across the face actually (something he seems to do. Figuratively of course, not literally). As such, Mister is no longer my Mister. I love him to pieces and wish him well, but he is no longer a part of my sexual journey. I am sure we will remain the good friends we have become, that will just be as far as it will go now. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t this zen about it at the time. I freaked out and blamed him, chided him for not being honest with me. I still feel that he wasn’t honest, but it doesn’t matter. We agree to disagree.

This past week A has made some changes as well. He has opened himself up more, become more focused on his journey with me. School and a new job have had his focus and time as of late, as they should. He needs to do well at both of those things, not just because I tell him he does, but because he is a smart young man who will go far if he applies himself. He has completed all his assigned tasks and met his deadlines. I was concerned there for a bit as I really do not relish the idea of punishing him. I am very glad to see him back on track. I will have to do something special for his birthday next month.

So much more…Ladybugs

Another saying comes to mind. Well, not a saying really, but rather a quote from one of my favorite movies, Under The Tuscan Sun. “When I was a little girl I used to spend hours looking for ladybugs. Finally I’d give up and fall asleep in the grass. When I woke up they were crawling all over me.”

It basically means that if you keep searching for a something, or someone, you are never going to find it. Only when you give up and stop being so frustrated because you can’t find it will it come to you, often in droves. The ladybugs are supposed to represent men in this particular case. Katherine was telling Frances to stop searching for a man to make her happy, to just be happy on her own and a man will come. Lots of men actually. She will have her pick.

A little later in the movie Frances comes back to see Katherine, after finding herself a lover, and exclaims, “Ladybugs, Katherine. Lots and lots of ladybugs!” Well, I woke up covered in ladybugs. When those other doors opened they swarmed me from everywhere. Who knew?!


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30 Minutes in Heaven ~ A

This is a repost of A’s submission to The Fellatio Project on Stranded In Toronto. It is his telling of a first experience. The original post can be found here: http://strandedintoronto.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/30-minutes-in-heaven/

I don’t think I will ever forget that first time. Truth is, I don’t believe anyone ever forgets their first.

I had only known Steven for a few weeks but he seemed like a decent guy. I was immediately attracted to him. He came out to me pretty much right away. Being in the scene for a while gave him that kind of confidence. I had returned the favour, feeling comfortable and safe enough to trust him from the start.

It was a Friday night and we were in his basement watching tv, just hanging out waiting for everyone else to show up for a party. We sat on opposite ends of the couch. Having never been with another guy before, I was still a little shy and nervous about it.

a_kiss_of_permenance_by_heisaspySteven got up to get himself a Smirnoff Ice cooler, our drink of choice for the party, and when he returned he not so subtly sat down next to me. He made his intentions crystal clear when he leaned in, grabbed my cock, then kissed me rough and hard when I turned in shock to face him. Not a bad kind of shock, more pleasant surprise. He was obviously more experienced with other men than I was.

After some intense making out we were both erect and ready for more. He asked if I was ready for it, and I couldn’t help but say yes. I was craving a taste of him. It was exhilarating, I wanted to please him with everything in me. I was exhilarated. In pure ecstasy the second I took him in my mouth and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Excitement. Fear. Anticipation. The emotions surrounding me were almost too much.

He was bigger than I had anticipated, close to 7.5 inches. After trying to take him all and almost choking I realised I would need to focus on the head and let my hands go to work on his thick shaft. Once I started stimulating him both manually and orally he was squirming and moaning a lot more. I knew I was on to something genius.

It felt like we had been there but mere moments, although the clock showed that more than 20 minutes had passed. I looked up at him, asking when people would arrive and if some might walk in on us. He just smiled and said that we’d have plenty of time then gently, but firmly, forced me back to his cock. That moment, knowing he wanted me, knowing what I was doing to him, I was swarmed with such feelings of pride and sexual dominance. It was pure joy.

After continuing to suck and play a while more I could sense he was almost finished when his breathing became more shallow and rapid. I was thankful. My jaw was just about ready to go numb from being open and used for so long. Just as he was about to cum I suddenly got a little scared. I was completely unprepared I wondered how strong his cum would hit my throat, and how much would there be. Up to this point I had only ever been on the other end of this situation.

I soon ran out of time to be worried. As he screamed in euphoric pleasure and I felt his hot, sweet, sticky cum hit my mouth, I instantly wanted more. The feel of his long hard penis pumping his cum into my mouth was almost too much for me to take. I was so worked up that I almost came myself. After he was finished I sat there with my face still buried in his lap, kissing his cock, silently thanking it for giving me one of the few memories I knew I’d take with me forever.

He was quick to return the favour, which didn’t take long as I was so worked up already. After I was finished we sat there and held each other, softly kissing until his doorbell rang and the party started. Throughout the night we’d lock eyes and smile knowing that what had happened was our dirty little secret, and that the good times were only just beginning.

I have not again been as proud of myself, sexually, as I was that day. I had finally made another man cum, something I thought I would never have the chance to do. The best part was knowing he had enjoyed it as much as I did.

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Good Ma’am

Who am I?

Will I figure it out this year?


Good Girl?

Oh yes, please

I want to be your Good Girl

I want you to hold me in your arms and caress my cheek

I want you to make me feel safe and loved

I want you to push, hard, and challenge my limits

I want to learn from you

I want you to own me


Ma’am?

Oh yes, please

I want to hear him say Yes Ma’am

I want to show him who he is, who he can be

I want to make him feel safe and loved

I want him to obey, willingly, completely

I want to teach him

I want him to thank me


Can I be both?

Can I learn from you and teach him?

Can I be your Good Girl and his Ma’am?




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