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Mister S and I were texting the other night as he is currently out of town on business. We weren’t discussing anything serious, just talking about my reminder marks and how we missed each other. Then he asked me if he could play with himself.

“May I play with myself Ms?”

“What’s the rule?” was my response, to which he requested I FaceTime with him. The rule is that he can play if he sends me a picture. Watching in real time was absolutely acceptable, and in some ways preferable. I love to watch and he loves to be watched so it’s a win-win.

I called so we could FaceTime. He quickly walked me through a hallway and into what I am assuming is his room during his stay. Then my view flipped from his handsome face to his cock. I watched as he lay on the bed pulling and tugging and showing his cock off to me. He asked if he could cum and I said no, not yet. We hadn’t done anything like this previously and I wanted to enjoy it.

My “not yet” was ignored, or unable to be followed, and before I knew it he was cumming. I made some comments about how I hated to see his delicious cum go to waste and wished I could clean it all up for him. My view soon changed from his cum covered cock back to his handsome face, for maybe a whole two seconds or so before he thought he heard footsteps approaching and said a quick goodnight.

The entire call was about two minutes from beginning to end and I was left hanging. Which was fine really because I hadn’t brought up my desire to play as well, so he was completely unaware. I can’t fault a guy for not knowing something that I didn’t tell him. I don’t expect him to be a mind reader.

The thing is though, I was pretty much irrelevant to the whole thing. At least that’s how I felt. If he had said he was going to jack off and asked if I wanted to watch I would not have any issue. Him being excited just by me watching would have been fine. I will gladly watch him stroke his cock any day of the week.

My issue is that he asked me if he could play. Then he asked me if he could cum, and yet he came anyway when I told him no. He set my expectation by asking and thereby assuming the submissive role, which put me in the dominant role. And if he wants to be the submissive partner then he needs to listen and abide by what I say. How would he react if he told me to do something while we were playing and I didn’t obey? How would you react to your partner?

I can see your question already. Yes, we switch. Although our main roles are him the Dominant and I the submissive, we do enjoy switching and will do so with each other.

Obviously this was my experience. Mister S may have a completely different view on it, one I will share if he so chooses.

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So, my Sinful Sunday pic this past Sunday. Did you see it? Did it weird you out? I won’t repost it here but, for those who have not yet seen it and would like to, you can follow the link to take you to Crimson Splendour.

To be honest, I’ve had this picture idea for a while but hadn’t found the courage to do it, and although I think it turned out to be one of my best pictures I also think it may well be one of my most controversial. I can tell people have issue with it by the lack of comments and messages about it. My Sinful Sunday posts always generate some love and comments, but not this week. For some reason people tend to get weirded out by menstruation, something they consider to be a pesky monthly visitor.

I know some women get terrible cramping or nausea when they are on, or just about to be on, their periods. I can understand not feeling sexy or wanting to be sexually active when they aren’t feeling well. I wouldn’t want to have sex if I had those side effects with my periods. I’m lucky in that regard though. Aside from the scarlet red that flows between my legs I wouldn’t know it was happening. There has never been a cramp or pain or other ill effect from my period. Several years ago I started the practice of using a calendar to keep track of it as I’ve been surprised more times than I’d like by the appearance of a red spot, or more, on my undies. Although I am quite happy with the way they are I wouldn’t complain about a little heads up when it’s about to arrive.

One thing about my sex drive, I am just as horny when I am menstruating as I am any other time of the month, maybe even more so if that’s possible. I’m like a cat in heat when I have my period. My whore moans hormones go crazy and I am ready to pounce on just about any man within arms reach. Thank goodness I still have some of my wits about me.

I’ve often wondered if other women feel the same way during their time of the month. Some certainly must. I can’t believe that I am the odd one out on this. I was thinking about it the other day and I believe that my sex drive gets a boost from knowing that I am not pregnant when things start to flow. There is something more to it though. Menstruating is purely a female action. We can shed our insides, bleed every month, and still stay standing. It brings to mind a well known song, “I am woman hear me roar… I am strong, I am invincible, I am woman.”

When I was in my early teens I read a story from one of my sister’s magazines that has stuck with me. The young woman in the story was a play toy for the local football team. When she was menstruating though, none of the guys would go near her. Then she found a young man who didn’t care that she was on her period. He did the same things with her as he would do any other time. The last scene of the story was him going down on her, licking and fingering and eating away, on the back seat of a bus heading home after a game. She was on her period.

I loved that story. It was a revelation that men could, or would, play with me while I was on my period. Problem is though, many men are like those football players. They steer clear of you when you have your period. They think the “blood” is messy and dirty and don’t want any part of it. Truth is there is nothing harmful about playing while a woman is on her period. To quote Wikipedia, “Unless a woman has a blood borne illness, menstrual fluid is harmless. No toxins are released in menstrual flow, as this is a lining that must be pure and clean enough to have nurtured a baby. Menstrual fluid is no more dangerous than regular blood.”

Even in my world of kink and BDSM, where I wouldn’t have thought this was an issue, I have found fewer men who will play with a menstruating woman’s vagina than when I was dating more vanilla men. I find it odd that a man will cut you, stick needles in you, and enjoy blood play that way but won’t go near your vagina when it flows red. What’s the deal? Seems so silly and juvenile. If intercourse is part of your play then he should be wearing a condom. It will protect him from the unrealistic harm of your menstrual flow just as it protects from real threats such as sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy. If he doesn’t wear a condom because you are monogamous and trust each other, why does that go out the window when you are menstruating? The menstrual flow is no more harmful than saliva or regular pussy juices.

Stop being weirded out by menstruation. Throw an old towel down and have at it.

 

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“It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendour.”
~ Horace

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She arrived at her doctor’s office just as the fire alarm started sounding. Just great. Another delay after her previous appointment had been postponed two weeks when her doctor had decided to take a last minute vacation. She was livid! At first she stood outside with the other people from the building then decided her car would offer more comfort and warmth. She sat there, getting more pissed off by the second, until the fire truck arrived.

What was it about firemen that got women so hot and bothered she wondered. Yellow overalls, steel toe boots, and a bright red hat. It doesn’t sound like a well dressed combination, yet somehow it is one of the biggest turn ons for many women. Maybe it is the protector aspect of what they do. They are big and strong and courageous. They put out fires, rescue people and save lives. You really can’t help but swoon over someone like that, risking their lives in a matter of fact way to protect your life. Yes she thought, that was it.

Half a dozen or more firemen descended from the truck clad in their bunker gear and helmets. She wasn’t quite so livid all of a sudden. As she watched them ready themselves to enter the building she felt a flush and heat began to build within her. Her breathing became shallow and her nipples perked up. She brushed a hand across one nipple giving it a little tweak. Then she slid her hand inside her shirt, and cupping the soft flesh of her breast she pinched her nipple between her fingers. Again, again, she pinched it hard.

Her eyes still on the firemen and hand still at her breast, she moved her other hand down between her legs. She was protected by vehicles on each side of her but she didn’t care. Her finger reached her clit and it was like an electric shock went through her. Her breath caught. The heat between her legs brought a sweet wetness. She pushed a finger inside, moving her hips against the motion, her thumb rubbing her clit. She opened her legs and inched her bum towards the edge of the seat, her skirt now up around her waist.

She pushed her finger in again, then a second. She wanted to be filled, to feel the pressure of a large cock inside her. What she really wanted was for one of those firemen to come offer her some help, to lean her back on the hood of the car and fuck her right there with his gear on, his pants turned out and his cock deep inside her. The thought was propelling her as she fucked herself with her own fingers, her hips moving up to meet them.

Her other hand was still inside her shirt. She pinched her nipple again, not too hard but enough to cause her cunt to pulse and react. She could feel her juices covering her hand. She could smell herself, her hot horny cunt, and it completely turned her on. She was ready. As she drove her fingers inside her cunt she gave her nipple a hard pinch and twist. Her back ached then her hips pushed forward and she showered the floor of her car with a wetness all her own.

She leaned back in the seat with her eyes closed, her hands came out of their intimate places to rest on either side of her, and her shallow breathing soon became deeper and more regular. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and adjusted herself. Thankful she had worn a long skirt today she grabbed her purse and got out of the car. She was a little wobbly on her feet at first and couldn’t quite focus. Looking around she noticed that the people had all gone back into the building and the alarm was no longer going off. She smoothed her skirt and her hair and walked into the building.

Opening the front door she saw that several firemen were still in the lobby. As she walked past she couldn’t help but giggle.

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My day started with several self given orgasms. It began with a delicious creamy one, ended with an exquisite squirty one, and contained many more equally enjoyable ones in between.

All but one of the many were vaginal orgasms today. This isn’t rare, as I do orgasm from both clitoral and vaginal stimulation, but it is a rare occurrence when I masturbate. I do enjoy playing with insertables but it’s my clit that usually gets me off when I masturbate, occasionally my nipples, but usually my clit. The insertables are more about giving me a full feeling while I toy with my clit because an empty cunt doesn’t like to cum, at least mine doesn’t.

I awoke, already aroused and wet. My nipples were taut and sensitive. I could feel ever fiber of the light bed sheet as it grazed my nipples when I moved. It did little to ease my desire. Why fight it? I pulled the sheet aside and pinched my nipple, sending currents of electric passion to my cunt. It’s wetness grew with every pinch and twist and pull. I started to move my hand down between my legs, to feel the wetness that had grown, but I stopped. I wanted more than my own hand.

I didn’t just want to get off this morning, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel a big, hard cock inside me. I wanted to ride it, to feel it deep inside of me, to feel the swollen head as it slid all the way out before pushing deep inside again. I wanted to feel a real cock pounding into me, being rough and forceful and mixing that pleasure with the aching pain of having the cock hitting those places deep up inside of me.

That wasn’t to be though. No man, no real cock today. Just me, and my toys.

I pulled the big blue beast out of it’s home in my bedside table and rubbed it between my legs for a moment. I felt my wetness coating it as I moved it back and forth. Even my clit throbbed at it’s hardness. I knew laying there and pushing it in wasn’t going to be enough. It just wouldn’t do. I got up, and putting the big blue beast between my legs, I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt the head penetrate my soft opening as I moved and the shaft slowly disappeared inside of me. I pushed down on it until I felt the tip deep up inside of me then I raised my hips, my cunt sliding up the shaft until the tip came out but still pressed against my opening. I then bore down, feeling it push against my swelling pussy and fill me up before raising my hips again. Many more times, up and down, fucking the big blue beast before the wave crashed and the first white, creamy orgasm escaped me.

I was still hot and horny for more. Super horny. Hornier than I recall being in a very long time. I don’t know if it was hormones or what, but if I could learn to harvest that super horny state of being I’d be the richest woman in the world. I began riding the big blue beast again. This time I pinched and tugged at my nipples. Moments later another orgasm. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept riding it until more orgasms spilled out of me, one after another after another. There was a continuous supply of orgasms that were eager for release and I wasn’t about to stop them.

Many orgasms later I lay on my bed. My mouth dry, my skin glistening with sweat, my nipples hard and aching, and my cunt still shuddering and twitching from it’s multiple orgasms. My cunt still wanted more though. It still wanted the biggest release. Even as the orgasms were flowing there was still one that was continuing to build inside of me. I could not ignore my clit any longer.

I pulled another toy from the drawer of my bedside table. This one was meant to stay in as I played with my clit. I did not have it in me to concentrate on holding the big blue beast in with one hand while rubbing one out with the other and denying my desire to grab and pull at the pillow or mattress as I came one more time. Two hands just would not suffice in such a situation.

I spread my lips and inserted the new toy. There was no resistance. My hot and plentiful juices that had been flowing made insertion easy. With my lips still spread and the toy securely inserted I moved my right hand to my clit. It was swollen and tender. I dragged some of my slick juices up to my clit and began slowly rubbing it in a circular fashion. My touch was light but the familiar sensation that I was about to explode came quickly. As it did my touch became firmer and faster, my hips moved and began to fuck the air, and my quick breaths came with moans begging for release. As I begged with my body and my moans it came. The giant tidal wave that had been building came crashing down all around me and I felt as though it were washing me out to sea as the contractions pushed more than the toy out of me. The tidal wave brought a massive squirting orgasm that soaked me, the bed, and parts of the floor. It left my body a quivering mess incapable of any comprehendible thought or word.

 

 

 

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I did it. Finally. After more than a week without Him, even longer of him not having me do it, I masturbated. Late the other night, or rather very early the next morning, I pulled out a couple clips and a vibrator and gave myself an orgasm. And even though I am hard pressed to remember the last time I did that, it still took a while.

I wasn’t horny or already wet and excited. I wasn’t led by His words. I wasn’t even feeling like I wanted to. What I was feeling was a need to, an overwhelming need to let go. It wasn’t about pleasure or exploration, it was about releasing the tension and angst I’d been carrying. It was also, quite possibly, about turning off my brain and getting some sleep.

Sure I’ve had orgasms, great orgasms, recently but having them given to you by a very capable man is far different from getting yourself off, especially when you aren’t even in the mood. So why masturbate when you aren’t in the mood? Well, why would you go to work when you don’t feel like it? Same thing. Sometimes it’s something you have to do. Sometimes it’s just a means to an end. So, after laying in bed for hours, my mind wandering and wondering about things, I decided that an orgasm was in order. I wasn’t thinking about how good it would feel, how turned on I would be when my wetness began to coat my bits. I was thinking that it would release the tension that was built up and relax me enough to get more than an hour or two of sleep.

I first put my hand between my legs, pushing, testing. Nothing. I took a couple clips and my big blue vibrator out of the bedside table. At first I just tried the vibrator, leaving the clips to the side. That didn’t work either. The vibrations on my clit weren’t exciting or pleasurable, because I wasn’t really in the mood. I then took the clips to my nipples. I hadn’t tried that at first because I wasn’t in the mood to play to have a truly enjoyable experience. I just wanted to get it done and over with. Once I attached the clips though, my cunt almost instantly responded with a trickle of wetness. I should have known better and went for the clips right off the bat. I was being resistant though, I was fighting it.

Once the wetness came I thought I was home free and the orgasm would quickly come. How wrong I can be at times. It was still stubborn and elusive. I wasn’t going to give up though. That would have just made me feel worse and I didn’t feel like crying myself to sleep again. I left the clips on and kept the vibrator working on my clit, gently moving it around and around trying to make it give in and give me an orgasm. I pushed it down to my opening, getting it slick and glistening before moving it back to my clit. I used my other hand to spread my lips, leaving my little nub open and vulnerable. The vibrator, now well lubricated, moved again over my clit. Slowly I began to feel the familiar tingling and as I thought about it it began to wane, to pull back and shy away once again.

Damn it! I needed this. Maybe too much and that was the problem. I was still thinking too much, feeling too much. I had to stop and just let it happen. I closed my eyes and thought about His hands on me, His fingers splaying me and His tongue teasing my clit. Finally my body reacted like I knew it could. My clit ignited, my body bucked and trembled, and my cunt did a few back flips as the dam burst.

It felt… good, fine. Honestly, it wasn’t the stars the moon and fireworks. It was more relief and satisfaction, which was exactly what I was going for. I didn’t even take time to savour it, to let myself enjoy those wonderful contractions and sensations that always linger at the surface. Once the orgasm was reached and my body made its last big twitch I threw the vibrator aside, rolled over, and went to sleep. I slept all night. ALL NIGHT. Waking up the next morning rested and realizing that I had slept through the night, that was the big finish.

 

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I couldn’t very well let the 100th Wicked Wednesday go by without a word now could I? I hadn’t intended on posting this piece for Wicked Wednesday but being the prompt is “full circle” I thought my orgasm, or the big O as some call it, story was a good fit. Congratulations to Marie on reaching this milestone on the wonderful Wicked Wednesday meme. This marks my 76th entry to Wicked Wednesday. 76 out of 100. Not too shabby. I look forward to the next 100 prompts.

 

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Please welcome Kayla Lords with her first guest post. She says she started her blog because she wanted to learn how to cum and to do that, she needed to masturbate, which she also had to learn how to do. Her blog focuses on many things now, from Dominance and submission to erotica, from masturbation to trying to make it as a single mom. When she thought about her blog and how she’d want to represent it to a new audience, she felt she had to go with the topic that started it all – masturbation. Thank you, Kayla, for sharing this story with us.

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The first time I cum is simply a warm-up. Heat emanates from deep inside, a sticky wet heat.

One finger, then two, hooked, pressing into my g-spot. I feel the pressure building, the desire rising. My hips raise off the bed to meet my hand. It’s right there, the orgasm. A stroke, two, more of my clit, and my body convulses. The orgasm takes my breath away.

My hand never leaves my lips. A moment passes; I dip my finger in. Soaked in my own sweet, creamy cum, I smile. Time for number two.

I touch my clit, basking in the slick feel of my own fluids. My finger glides over it effortlessly. That soft touch sends sparks shooting through my body. Circling, over and over again, I pant and whimper into the dark room. The next orgasm begins to build. The pressure overwhelms me as I frantically rub my clit. I thrust my pelvis forward as I gush and squirt into my hand, splashing my thighs.

Never satisfied, I need more.

Lightly, I circle my clit, barely touching it. I moan at the burning desire filling my body. My finger skims across the peak at the top of my clit. Barely, barely touching it. I whisper, “Oh, oh, oh” with each circle I make. The desire simmers beneath the surface, rising slowly, inch by inch.

Lacking in patience, I swirl my fingers across the slick hood, pressing down fiercely. I feel the release deep within me as my body shakes and quivers from the force of my orgasm.

I pull my fingers out of my cunt, smiling at the milky oozings I’ve created. If not for the need of sleep, I would keep going.

I am insatiable.

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