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New Year New Erotic Mind

2012-01-09T22:39:00.001Z

It's a fresh new year, and much as we like that - there are some things we'll be continuing with.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Kill The Cloud For The Erotic Life

2011-11-26T13:47:00.001Z

What what what has been happening, no blog posts, tsk - a good belting or self belting for me when I get the chance. Spines have gone pear shaped, temp illness has blighted us both - but ESSENTIALLY the biggy is - we'e fixed and not flapping in indecision or limbo.

I received various talkings too, from myself and My Man, ranging from counselling mode, to heartbroken what the fuck do I do mode, as well as being called "An abuser" for a day. Between the combination, and my own mental notes read daily from my phone, and occasional mental arse kickings if my mind even THOUGHT in the wrong manner - we are good to go, actually continue as we should, as we're meant, and as we best.

The basic fundamental issue is our love and care for each other, the binding between us, more effective than any of the rope / scarves / verbal instructions - creating the ability to hurt each other to the point of agony and bliss, is what matters, and if it exists, then we should exist. The dithering and fuzzy thoughts created by my not totally functioning brain - these are what create the doubt - there is no doubt in my mind that we are meant to be, and that we are some kind of wonderful together, but it's my brains obsessions of worrying any situation into crisis point that damages us. I am in training, constant training to REFUSE negative thoughts, fuzzy beliefs or over thinking of any thought. Nothing is perfect in this life, but by the power of our thoughts - we can make it so, or can destroy it totally.

This is my last chance to keep what we have alive and well, one more dither, one more glance and voicing of the door, and My Most Incredible Man exits through that door, never to be seen again. Mental abuse needs to stop right now, for us and our highly rewarding connection to remain.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

No More Door or No More Us

2011-11-11T23:28:00.001Z

Thought I'd blown it the other night ? well, folks thats was nothing compared to the following days when my head turned and bit me firmly on the ass, and I find myself weeping, confused and trying to end this special connection for a FOURTH TIME this year ????!!! WTF ????

Seemingly my head is not quite as improved as I thought, and after a questionning email from My Man, meant to 'focus' my thoughts and decide my direction (I'm told) my head comes round to me causing yet MORE damage to our already recovering relationship - How does this happen ?

I'll tell you - cycles -they like to cycle, it's their thing, and once they've have a few spins, they just want more, and at any point when your not paying attention, doing your routine and MINDING YOUR MIND, they jump back to spin mode, the familiar route that destroys the sense you'd recently re built, not weeks ago.

I'm told - I've been allowed to let this happen, by My Man's constant effort, input and support - has shown me that I can come to these decisions knowing that I'll be guided through them to a decision that feels true and unbiased. With nothing but supportive and intuitive words - each time arriving at a 'WTF am I doing ' point of awareness and realisation that what we have IS THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD - by such a long chalk its insane. Nearly trashing something so special, hurting us both SO much, messing with My Gentle Man's mind and heart and then re committing to keeping my head in the right direction (again - each time, so much less believable for him) closing the door and wallpapering over it, never to be looked at again. All better now - I don't think so, surely not from his side, how can he trust any word that I say.......

How I wish that door had never existed, and now I'm told that my repetative visits to it, nearly guarantee I'll head there again - 99% chance of that door being entered. I hate this, and I will have to fight it real hard and for some time to come. By my actions and our developments - the disappearance of this door is going to take patience, acceptance of our current state, and a true commitment from me to take responsibility to get us back to where we were, with much thought, hope, belief and strength to fight my mind and it's unreal thoughts.

My head is not quite where it should be, and won't be for some time I'm told, I feel weary and tired and scared of my mind, and where it keeps taking me - to the edge of a cliff of disaster, where My Rock manages to save us from absolute destruction. Except this time, is the last time . I make it work this time, and keep with the programme, kick the doubts in the face and off the cliff instead, otherwise My Perfectly Imperfect Man will be gone forever. The Man who helped me change my future forever, who has guided me through so many rough times, all the while coping with his - and never, ever giving up on us. The Man who makes my head full of stars and twinkles, who refuses to let me give in to my mind and my damaging wants, all the time with kindness, not a drop of anger, and patience beyond ANYONE I've ever met - has had enough of my mind and my ways, I head to the door again - and it will be he who walks through it, forever.

Remember your mind is your own - but that your thoughts ARE NOT REAL - YOUR RESPONSE IS WHAT COUNTS.

Go gently day by day, HOLD US CLOSE AND NEAR, and allow yourself to be HAPPY, it's really not that hard y'know,

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

The Story Of My Erotic Man And His Defiant Plan

2011-11-07T23:43:00.001Z

Aaaarrrgghhh !!! After getting back to where we were before my mind went to crazyville, tonight's late discussion re 'the plan' brought back tensions that I really thought were done with. Why is it sooooo difficult - plan number one - not enough alone time (my plan admittedly) plan number two - too much alone time (My Man's plan) - why return to either of these plans if neither were right. Easy option - create new plan with a balance of the two plans, WITH pc flexibility but fixed times of alone time that suits us both. Seems so simple eh? Not a chance.

Now I've gone and done the stupid thing where I don't know what to say, My Man now feels like he's been here unwanted all evening (not the case) and has gone firmly back to HIS plan. This was not my intention or my need, I feel foolish and difficult, he feels unwanted and defiant in his beliefs that his plan is the only one that is right.

Admittedly, I should have spoken to him about it when I saw him at lunch time, and whilst I murmured some words, these weren't the words I should have clearly stated. Daft dogs bite themselves. Woof bloody woof.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Story Of A Long Awaited Erotic Fisting

2011-11-03T22:50:00.001Z

Consider me deeply wowed - after what seems like months of me whining about my vacant vagina - today has brought it a deep felt reminder of what my Man does for me in erotic ways that blow my mind. Grabbing some afternoon free time, an instant cunt request after he came through the door resulted in a swift onslaught of rope, breast paddling and ass filling, and this all before he really goes for what he wants to do - not to have me filled as I need it, but to seriously me fist fuck as HE wants to. Small dildos swiftly changed to large dildos, to several fingers - at which point I figure out what he's doing, priming my ever increasing entrance to receive his fist and as much arm as he wants inside me.

I had forgotten the insane feelings of fullness and arousal as he delved further inside me, and thankfully recalled how this works - when you feel you can't take any more, just relax and you find you open up even more. Stop thinking about how your about to cum, and you cum more insanely than you thought you ever could. Of course, his fist may or may not allow your juice to escape - he may move his angle to allow you to squirt over him, and stem the flow by pushing in further. Either way, it's his choice, but the feeling is equally blissfull. At one point, I'm so lubed by my own cum, and he is so obviously up to his wrist in me, and I'm riding his limb as he is thrusting - we exchange words of agreement - how I need this fisting, and how he's the one to do it and do it as it should be done. Nothing works as well as a fist, nothing as wide or firm or endless in it's ability to bring pleasure and physical rapture to a woman. He knows this, and whilst I gibber on about penis sex, chase forms of contraception and ideas of satisfaction - the truth is, only this flavour of fucking will suffice.

Nothing comes even close to this extreme form of sexual joy, in term of receiving or giving, I can't imagine My Man without his fist and his ability to severely fuck me with it, and the true maximum satisfaction it brings. As always though, with the proviso of "Do No Harm" - whilst my cunt may have been vacant for some time, my head has been in deep depression, my vagina pretty unfriendly in irregular ways, and my back throws itself into disarray every now and again - so opportunities have been limited. If your mission is to be bring your loved one complete pleasure through sexual domination - wellness is essential, and eventually this level of pain/pleasure finally happens.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Alice Day 2011

2011-10-26T22:49:00.000+01:00

That time of year again, but with a perfect place to go to. Only after I arrived there and felt the sense of rightness, did I realise how much affect this date has on me each year - no matter how I attempt not to let it. A few words, a few flowers and some deeply sensitive meditation - and all felt just about right again.

Adding to the days equation, my ever levelling mind, a sunset to die for, and the early arrival of My Dearest - memory card in hand and a dandy smile on his face - and my world became to much more my own familiar zone of laughter and love and appreciation.

At last........................thanks Universe, you are actually pretty good after all.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Rainless Rainbows, Erotic Love And Dog Domination

2011-10-19T23:29:00.000+01:00

A joy to wake up without the Dog on my head for the first day in weeks - such a glorious walk in the wheat fields this morning, with sun, even a rainless rainbow - how does that work ? The high from last night's make up with My Man and this mornings beauty, soon fell foul (but not entirely) of the days work frustrations. Dealt with though, from a fabulous article I read yesterday on how to deal with negative emotions in a buddhist manner. Instead of thinking what an arse my inept co worker is, I concentrated on feeling grateful for being able to do the work I CAN, and to let go of the work I couldn't. It worked very well, and believe I should investigate this whole Buddhism concept much further.

Arriving home to my Man felt familiar and welcomed - especially so when he came off the pc and we enjoyed couch time, as we used to, with blethering, coffee, smoking and an insane level of pleasurable breast torment and tweaking. The suckling, the twisting, the slapping and the contrasted stroking. The cumming in multiples was overwhelming - but the relief that we could get back to the place where we SHOULD be, and very easily are - that was even more enjoyable than the trouser soaking, hair pulling nipple delights inflicted.

Just as the second pair of trousers were on, I am informed of the furious face fuck I am about to receive - and there goes the trousers. Such a erotic visual feast to see My Man in his hand, stroked hard right in front of my face, tempting me next to my mouth but not in it, and in my mouth but with no permission to suck it. How can a woman not love this act ? The arrival of his matter in my mouth produces yet more from my cunt, satisfying and missed for what seems like far too long, because it was. Things are right between us now, and with continued effort in Dog Training and acceptance of future trials, we shall always be as we are.

Much as I needed to write this post, I also need to prepare some affirmations in my Dog Book - to deal with my imminent semi dip - it's likely after the high of the last 24hours, and this IS FINE. I need to learn the words and phrases that will keep my mind in acceptance mode, aware that thoughts are NOT REAL, especially the dark Dog thoughts that lock on to my head, it's jaws locked until I UNLOCK them with my more powerful thoughts. Alice's birthday is just round the corner, for this and for ever I need to get some strong words on the go, the Dog is never far away.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Bye Dog Gone

2011-10-18T23:08:00.001+01:00

Hardest month ever for us, so many tears, so many difficult conversations, so many mind flips from one side to the other. So finally, it get's down to the simple question - fixed or finished ?

Within moments of him coming through the door, it's fixed - and so definitely so. I hadn't felt like this for such a long time, and feared I never would again after the damage the Dog and I had caused. I thank the universe for sending My Man to me, and to him for battling with my Dog and I - and not giving up even when I nearly did.

This Dog has been savage, and may well return - but for now we're done. And when he's back, I'm just going to laugh him off - him and his daft destructive thoughts - which are so far from real, but without being laughed out my head can become entrenched and very convincing. I am not a Dog person, I have not yet learned the commanding Dog voice required to make him shut up and behave. Luckily, My Man has.

My world will now consist of regular and daily dog training, enjoyment of what I have, and learning a belief system that obviously has brought me great things, and that I should be more aware of.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Damaging Lack of Answers

2011-10-16T00:26:00.001+01:00

Only 4 days, that's a short space of time, since my last post, in 4 days I seem to have done a ridiculous level of damage to My Man, My Us and my ability to straighten things out between us. Space was created through need, need of my ugly Dog mind to be away from creating further damage - and all I seem to have achieved is to damage us from a distance. The verbal contact I've had with My Man, was felt to be needed, to know how we were, and were we stood - but each call comprised purely of hurt, confusion, tears and an ever increasing lack of answers.

We'd arranged for a drive together today, and immediately we both knew it was a mistake. Difficult and tense, though meant with kindness, we both end up with further truths and further questions and further damage. The need for us to both be with each other, with me still in Dog state is far from constructive. I am trying to right things by stating what I have been finding detrimental to the Us of us recently, which I've mistakenly let grow without voicing and airing at the time. Now it's been voiced - at a point where My Man has already received so much hurt from me in my Dog state, none of it can be taken as anything other than a slowly inflicted rejection, under my control and without options. I can see why he is taken it this way, but the irony is - that's not how it's meant - I need space just to be me, without anyone around, not a mom or a daughter or a partner or an anything, just a me. To do what - who knows... anything, nothing, whatever I choose to do at that time in a harmless manner. Just not to be an anything, not to be expected to be or do anything. Not that my Man demands anything at any time, and in theory whilst he quietly works away in the corner of my lounge, I am free to do whatever I wish..... but this is NOT THE SAME as me being on my own. I've always needed this, since forever, the ultimate comfort of a lack of people. I can't imagine how My Man would ever see this as a need or a essential part of living, and I have been foolish in denying myself this. Perhaps this is why my head cycles - and creates it's own distance from those I know ?

His experience of being on his own is SO different to mine, where I see it as a plus - he sees it as an optionless constant, that he accepts with familiarity. I know he'd prefer I'd be there, just there, not achieving or being, but stopping him being on his own, or without me.

Anyhoo, my honest discussion of today, which I know is essential for us to get through this, has punched us around a bit more. I feel that the 'details' of our relationship need tinkering with, but this has been met with already massive changes instigated by My Man - his pc has gone from the home, never to return again I'm told. Admittedly, one of my gripes was the amount of (essential) time spent on the pc - his answer is to remove it all together. This has added extra practical difficulties where we didn't need them. It's not a case of dragging a pc back and forth - he could simply leave it here, as he did before - but just not be on it so very constantly - the amount of time we do spend away from the pcs, could be adjusted, in the same way that his being in the house could be adjusted, as opposed to the position where we now find ourselves - where he has mentally moved out of the house. A series of hurried questions at the end of todays drive, at a point where I couldn't think straight and had told him so, resulted in me agreeing to his statement of "So you don't want me to turn up at the house un announced?" Whilst I responded "No" I didn't mean this as a forever situation, just until my head is more where it should be - which currently feels is in the gutter after a severe kicking, as I'm sure his does too.

He wants answers, and to know where he stands, and this I can totally understand. Each time we try to clarify the situation, it just seems to cause more hurt. Where I felt like adjustments needed to be made, major overhauls where inflicted - and so much damage has been done to the foundations, and I need to figure out a plan to build us up again. I am supposed to be coming up with a plan, but I am so afraid of the consequences that I don't know where to start.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

The Black Dog Kills Erotic Stories

2011-10-11T22:25:00.001+01:00

Slow is this process of taming my Dog ( used to be called my weevils, but weevils I feel are less intelligent than dogs - and I have learned just how smart this depression is, and has therefore been renamed Dog). I have been submerged in my world with Dog, and today I've suddenly come to realise how much damage the Dog is hurting the Us of My Man and I, as well as the Man himself. Whilst I knew it wasn't ever an easy ride for him, I am so much more aware now. I thank the Dog for this eye opening achievement, because it's more productive than cursing or kicking the Dog - and under the new rules of the 'Dog Plan' - derogatory statements are not allowed, no negatives are to be said about anyone or anything, including the Dog. Praise or Silence.

What Have I Learned This Episode of Dogdom

(ironic that something else is dominating both me and my Man)

1. That what I have been doing over the last few years to deal with the Dog - has not been effective enough.

2. There are methods that can control the Dog, but it will never be rehomed. If I don't control the Dog, it trashes everything that is good, and if I am not aware I will believe that is what I actually think.

3. When the Dog comes - the way I deal with it affects everyone in my life, and I become an entirely different person, the Dog becomes bigger than me. It consumes my head, my vision, my understanding, my heart, my reasoning and my expression - without words or actions I emit darkness without knowing it.

4. Just as I want to be away from the Dog part of me, others want to be away from me - to stop the affect of the Dog from spreading. A bit like fleas but uglier and more bitey. Wanting space from a loved one feels very different from the other side.

5. Much consistent work needs to be done, every day forever to keep the Dog in control as best I can. I can do this, I can and have achieved great things - the Dog Plan is essential for my future - as well as everyone in my life's future.

6. This Dog needs some attention for sure.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Slow Climb Back To The Erotic Life

2011-10-04T16:41:00.000+01:00

Slowly getting back to how I should be, trying to be careful of my words and my whinges - yesterday I managed to verbally trash myself and my house in the space of minutes, leaving me with extra domestic worries, guilt from lack of completing it already, and probably shoved a load of guilt onto my ever Patient Man as well.

The answer - as ever, is simple - wake up and deal with your house and the bits that are getting to you. What CAN be altered to remove stresses SHOULD be done, instead of sitting carping about a situation - either deal with it if you can, or accept it and stop whining about it. Not tricky, but my mood recently has left me with a severe dose of CBA (can't be arsed) as well as converting slight concern into maximum stress. This dose of dark has tricked my mind a treat into believing EVERYTHING is hard work, grim and requiring alot of sulking and refusal to play - work, house, man, children, parents, hair, dust, laundry, car, snake, reading, eating, even coffee consumption. I thank myself for getting up and doing what needs doing, in a bare minimum kind of manner - as a result of having no other choice, single mumness does have it's benefits (actually plenty of them) - self motivation and acceptance are some of them.

Whilst I am getting there (wherever there is) - I'm not quite as there as I think I am, but certainly more so each day, creeping up a hill, out of the mud, back into the more realistic light of sunny world. My Man as ever, has taught me ways to keep this momentum going, to remember how to empower myself and create endorphined feelings for MYSELF, by MYSELF - and has waited, mostly without paranoia (understandably a dose of it is always there) for my mind to return to my head, as opposed to in the mud, keeping me away from the us ness that brings us both so much joy.

Some empowering cock consumption and mood stabilisers on the horizon some time soon? I should cocoa.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

A Slow Erotic Climb Back To Better Mental Health

2011-10-02T10:06:00.001+01:00

After my post the other night, my head took a wonderful climb in the right direction. Getting my thoughts down surely helps, this I often forget. Clears things up and cements what I really know and believe. Speaking these words, as I've learned, saying the words that float around my mind - let's me hear them and know my reaction to them - I often have conversations with myself to discover what I actually feel as opposed to what I think

I'm mending, I know that much, but slowly and not overnight. What helps ? You KNOW what helps - meditation, knowing that my mind is trying to control me - but that I AM in control of MY MIND, writing lists of appreciation, and allowing myself to truly feel what I need to in whatever way I need to do that. With My Man dressed how I like him to be - he is entirely accessible, however and whenever I want to reach over and hold whatever part of him tightly. His balls are mine to be held, I have the right to do whatever I need to do to him, to pull his pants down and to bite his ass, to pull his cock so far behind him, giving him an instant front cunt and bringing myself to whatever point of pleasure I want.

Doing all this for real, and for me, is what brings my head into better places - perhaps a strange form of therapy, but one that's been proven to work time and time again. Whatever works for you, works.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Stories of Dark Mud and Erotic Fixtures

2011-09-28T23:19:00.000+01:00

I'm quite struck right now, and very aware of how pervasive this dark spell feels. Even when I am finding some nonsense to be silly about, I still feel like the dark majority rules, and that it's just a brief blip of hilarity and laughter. The sillyness at work is being forced out of me, possibly to hide the general fog - the fact that I can do this is a good sign ? It feels like hilarity on the edge, that if I wasn't as effective work wise (if indeed I am? that it may not be tolerated and accepted) Does this mean my darkness isn't real? The bright moments take huge effort, a conscious push into enjoyment - and once it stops, the shape of my mind reforms swiftly into where it actually wants to be - in empty non-ness.

It is tiring forcing myself to be involved, communicating, paying attention and functioning. I really don't want to do anything - if given the choice I'd be asleep, or curled up on the couch being nothing, doing nothing and saying nothing - just killing time until this passes. It WILL pass, I know this - it always does, but the not knowing when is aggravating me, maybe even extending the period I'm here as I worry about when it'll go. I wake up and kind of peek out - checking out my head, which given that mornings are not my favourite thing, takes some time to know how I'm feeling. Only when I make that first communication can I tell for sure. Mornings generally make me feel like a dead head, but the morning routine I find is hard, slow work right now. It even takes me longer to drink my first coffee - how can that be right ?

Yes, I am functioning - I am going to work, doing what I need to do there - no option. My house is dealt with in a bare minimum kind of way, but I know my acceptance of lowered standards keeps being lowered. Levels of dirt, as opposed to any. The height and multitudes of piled matter, as opposed to the one meagre typical pile by the microwave. Standards are falling, and to be honest - I really couldn't give a shit. It's unimportant and too much work to think about solving.

My Man, my bright spark - whose loss concerns me when I let it in - but who is always on a mission to make me laugh, or to let me be - but generally egging me along, patiently with love and care - in ways I've never known before. Sometimes his bomb proof ness annoys me - his eternal drive and acceptance is admirable, and somehow makes me jealous and makes me feel so whiney and wanty. Whilst I know I have improved so very much - I also know parts of my previous life remain as memories and glimmers of badness and shame. There are parts of me I know will never recover, that the anger has never completely left me, and my compulsion to escape from everything rears it's head every now and again. I refuse these thoughts, and think about how different my life now thankfully is. I know that if I do what I have learned to do - and damn well do them, that I can continue with a skip and a step up each time. When I forget and get out of my good habits - this is when my head rediscovers it's old routes, and cunningly whilst I'm not paying attention - not guiding myself each morning with lists and meditation and exercise - it reasserts itself into such familiar ground that I don't know I'm there till I'm stuck in the mud. The mud is strong and my will to get out of it falters, resists the benefits of communication, improvement and forward motion. It's gluey and thick, and makes just existing hard work, but it's only mud - and it's not even real.

It's my weevils, creating this mud, this fog, this unreality of my world which in truth is a fabulous shiny kind of world - full of smiles, and unique moments of joy in an everyday kind of way, and when I'm in my real world - I am the luckiest lass I know ! Recovering, growing, loving, teaching and learning, and laughing all the way - this is my world, and I know I'm getting back to it soon.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Story Of Scary Moments In An Erotic Journey

2011-09-27T15:40:00.001+01:00

Head crushed with negative thoughts (again) led me to the belief that I needed my own space, away from my Man, seen as that's the only variable that I could possibly make happen. The cycling of this thought filled my mind, until I could think nothing else. I could not make myself aware of how my head had yet again dived, taking it's familiar route ingrained in my brain.

And why ? The fear of loss, a pointless fear - one without an option - eventually we all lose what we hold dear, parents, lovers, kids - and perhaps due to my aging parents and conversations with friends about the imminent death of relatives, my mind leapt to when My Man will indeed be ill and infirm, no longer able to do what he currently does. Each day he gets older, each day we all do, there is no way to change this, but this is no reason to give up and not take the journey which I know currently brings me no end of goodness, stability, love, humour and acceptance of however I may be. How many of us are in that situation - I think you could count them on the fingers of a mitten. When the weevils come to my head, they sneak in and do their business quietly whilst I'm not looking - before I know it, I no longer have control over my brain - the weevils have it, and they like to piss on my usually sunny parade. I don't need space from my Man - I need space from my infected brain.

So, the discussion is finally had, I do not run at these conversations with my Man, they are hard and truthful, needed and usually pushed to a decisive point. At a stage where my head is not clear, I feel is not the time to make decisions, but by the same ticket - when my head is not clear - THIS is when I need to have these conversations. And so it was had, a decision was verbalised after unbiased reasoning, if it's a do and a don't - then really it's a don't - or is it ?

After speaking the words, "I want to be apart from you", I dissolve into heart broken tears, I shake and I blurb and my insides scream "WRONG!" - how can this be truly how I feel ? Evidently, this is NOT how I feel, how I feel is afraid, of losing what I know is the finest person I've ever met. The emptiness when I said those words was blinding, and against every cell in my being - as my physical reaction shocked and showed me. Thoughts that had been in my head - obviously created by my familiar old weevil issue - were simply that, compounded by my leap to anxiety and doom at situations beyond my control. Yes, My Man will die, at some point I will no longer be able to be with him, in the same way as my folks and grandparents and many of the people I know will be gone. And whilst this is possibly more of an issue when your dating a much older partner, it is an issue with ANY partner; age is no guarantee of anything. Life is unfair, and temporary - but MY life is improved and enhanced from having My Man in it - for however long, and this I will have tattooed on my brain.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Erotic Stockinged Thigh Story

2011-09-19T17:54:00.000+01:00

How easily this can lead ......

.....to this. Washing up in stockings, does it for me every time -

My Man washing up, and My Man in the stockings.

Something about a tethered cock that also does it for me.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood

An Erotic Story Of Ass Sex Afternoon

2011-09-17T18:30:00.000+01:00

An assfucking afternoon, in various ways and positions - whatever and where ever you chooses. It's something I need to get used to - being ass fucked. He likes to watch whatever device he has chosen, and today he wants the curtains open in case the neighbours can see too. Broad day light, legs spread wide whilst I'm on my knees on the couch. Instructed to shut the fuck up as he speeds up the ramming, only to pause - find the nipple clamps and attach them to my labia. They pull my cunt apart and down, and the ching ching noise made as he continues to train my ass is music to my ears. Another pause, and now a dildo is hard up my cunt as his thumb keeps the dildo firmly up my ass. I had been good and quiet but now as I bite the back of the couch, garbled screams emit from my throat as I feel like I'm being fucked in upteen holes instead of just the two. Abruptly, he is done. He washes - and I collapse open mouthed and still cumming.

I believe this kind of beautifully harsh erotic domination can only be submitted to in a relationship of absolute trust - a completely equal coupling where everything and every thought is shared, that the proceedings are not meant to damage the other - but to bring pleasure in ways that both enjoy, as is the case. This level of domination has been built up to over a long patient period of time where damage is not the point, only carefully gauged pain infliction and strong domination submitted to on the understanding that any request for it to stop or slow down in immediately taken heed of. My Man loves to dominate, and I crave his treat of mis treatment. For this situation to work totally he and I both understand that there is nothing he can do to me that he would not totally accept me doing to him, and often I do - much to both our further arousal.

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Harsh Realities and Shiny Bright Bits of an Erotic Life

2011-09-15T15:09:00.000+01:00

Realisations come over time - with age, and experience, and whilst denial can do it's worst - acceptance is actually where it's at. It's both very fortunate where me and My Man are, and also pretty ball breaking too - and during these last four years, we have see sawed between bliss and fear, well - I probably have, whilst my Dearest saunters around the centre, impressing and frustrating me all the while.

5 Harsh Realities of Life as I see them right now:

Life, is not fair - a childish gripe, but one that needs accepting to get the best from your days on this planet.

Just because your good at something, doesn't mean you'll be liked

Time chunders along, whether you want it to or not

The more you want something, the less likely you are to get it

The lube will always be just out of slippy fingered reach

5 Shiny Bright Bits of Life - whether I see them or not

Once in a while, incredible things happen, you may not realise this at the time

Occasional wonder sometimes, is way better than never again

Just because it's gonna be gone, doesn't mean you trash it now

Special times can be held onto forever in your mind, if you only allow it

Just because it's different does NOT mean it's wrong

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Erotic Pain Is The Best Sex Story Ever

2011-09-06T23:27:00.000+01:00

In my typically cunt obsessed manner, disappointment taints my excitement to imminent submission. My menstrual cycle decides kick in that morning. Time had been allocated, and then delayed that day even due to work load, and now this. " I don't care about your cunt, this is gonna be about me hurting you, and really hurting you." I am told seriously. After the discussion just a few days ago, I know he knows what I need, possibly more so than I do, and remembering this I lose my stupid wanty cunt obsession and bend for him over the chair. Immediately I am choked with the rope, already it's too tight on its first of three coils around my neck, already I'm relishing the giddy fear and dizzy ness. I settle into this position and lack of air to my brain, feeling the rope tighten round my breasts and back round my neck. Never been this tight before, and as ever, each time My Other does what he wants - he does it harder, deeper, more intense.

Nipple clamps are harshly applied to each breast, as well as one of my vaginal lips. Aware of the start of bleeding - we've always kept away from my cunt when it does it's thing, usually because I'm too sore and broken, but thanks to the removal of the evil coil, things are much better each month. Wary of the amount of juice he forces out of me, I am therefore towelled up to the hilt around the chair, and warnings have been put in place. Hence the severe and ever increasing ass fucking dealt to me, he starts with something medium sized but we both knew that something far larger was coming my way, hard, quick and prolonged. I push back, my head spinning from the choke, the clamps chinking more and more as his thrust quickens. So full is my ass and so clouded is my brain I seem not to flinch at the many paddled spanks I vaguely recall, tho am reminded sometime later on sitting, or attempting to do so. I recall my nipples being pinched, my hair being pulled and at some point both my ass and my cunt were being pumped with our double dildo. I assume the slippage was too crazy in my cunt, my ass being the more user friendly hole - it received more of a filling than it ever has done. Strangely - I didn't cum, not thru lack of pleasure, just my body knowing the mess it would create if it did - and as discussed afterwards once I'd kind of recovered ( which has taken me the longest time EVER today) - this wasn't about making me cum - it was about bringing me severe amounts of careful loving pain and therefore mountains of effective joy, and if we're talking goals - that one has been reached and rammed way beyond description.

At the point where my ass was deemed done with, and my legs are just keeping me up (my head somewhere on the moon by now) My Man brings over a jug of warm water to wet his hand as he slaps my cunt - expecting the usual result of a massive wet cum, but no to no avail. The water is replaced with really pretty hot water - not expected (of course) and my cheeks are spread and my hole is doused in hot water, hmmm, we like that so very very much, running hot pain on high sensitive skin - I push back and up so my cunt can get some of the shock too, so very nice and new to me, and presumably brought My Man further joy as he poured it all over my ass, running into my cunt and down my thighs. With this I howl into a crumpled squat on the floor, and stayed there for some time, conscious - just, and deeply satisfied - insanely.

Eventually I sit in a state of closed eyes, unable to come out of my head and all the incredible on the moon like feelings it was full of, feeling my stings and my bruises, my empty but still full orifices, firmly in the knowledge that NO - I do NOT need a filled vagina to be a fulfilled woman, I NEED to be hurt, and be whored, and be made to feel exactly as My Man makes me.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Erotic Cross Dressing Joy Wordless Story

2011-09-03T20:59:00.002+01:00

Joys

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Cross Dressing Erotic Anal Sex Story

2011-08-30T20:36:00.001+01:00

Opportunities eventually come to us - patience is required, much of it over the last few months, but when erotic sex happens, it sure happens with gusto. Plenty of time, lube and a wide arrange of toys meant that my submission to My Man was, as ever, totally beyond my control and my expectations. Both of us dressed appropriately, but with My Stockinged Man in the certain position of domination as I am tied bent over to the chair, neck to arms and round my neck several times. Any rearing up during whatever severe actions he dealt me would inflict further erotic asphyxiation thrills - these words unsaid but undertstood as he bound me to a place I so needed to be kept, for such along time.

As I dressed him earlier, casing his legs in nylon, he informs me of his plan to elbow fuck me, how he needs to do this, and how I have no choice in the matter. The need for me to be absolutely quiet is essential, as he is with me when he submits - this is something I find difficult, but I promise to be as silent as he is. We both know that if it isn't expressed in one way, it certainly is in another - a far wetter more understandable manner.

Bent, tied and mind set to total silent submission - whatever he chooses I know will bring extreme pleasure, though I didn't expect the pleasure to be so very anally based. Yes the ventures up my cunt were so very appreciated and silently enjoyed - the hard fucking he dealt my ass with ever increasing dildos and plugs brought me to a state of bliss like drunken out of it ness, where I hadn't been for such a long time, I'd forgotton how wild it felt to be that dominated and filled, especially thru my ass.

Each time he withdrew something from my vagina, something bigger filled my ass, and the bigger and harder it was sent there - the more I loved it, and became removed from my vagina and it's needyness. And whilst the fierce filling continued, my cunt reacted even more to it, gaping ( I am told ) and squirting ( no need to be told ), nothing impeding the fountains of squirt that his ass fucking was creating.

Once the largest item had been removed and he deemed me enough of a mess to left alone, the couch comforts me in my state of filled shock. He taunts me further with talk of the future, and how I will be yearning for ass fucking each time, ignoring my cunt and it's need for contraception, allowing my asshole to receive his sperm whenever and how ever - the future's looking damn good. The training needed to accept his penis in my ass will be enjoyable for sure.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Story Of An Erotically Full Woman

2011-08-15T19:45:00.009+01:00

This is a post written some time ago, I happened upon it as a draft this week, and reading it made wet happy memories surge back to where they've been missing - penis sex - does that really happen ?

So the last time I posted, I was a needy woman, my vagina aching for some serious attention to it, specifically having my Other’s fist as far as possible without internal injury…………….Thoughts of this delight had been buzzing through my brain for the last fortnight, and My Other knew it – but seen as I relish my complete submission to him, I could but wait for his attentions when he chose to give me them. And my how the waiting was adding to the whole event. I raced home from work, create coffee and swiftly arrange myself exposed and twitching on the couch as he gets on with his work at the pc.

I daren’t say the ‘f’ word for fear of it not happening – as is his trick, but he knew what I was well in need of, despite taking a severe penis filling only 2 days before hand, I still had this deep yearning for the even deeper sensation of being fisted, a pleasure he introduced to me, and one that each time sends me into a state of bliss incomparable to any other.

I lay there patiently, or reasonably so, not being able to control my pelvis’ motions as I lay thinking of how it may feel, should it ever happen that is. As I watched My Other getting on with his business in his tempting and seemingly unaware manner, my vagina very nearly yelling at him, I begin to laugh at the hilarity of the situation – the way he extends the pleasure through his nonchalant manner both amuses and frustrates me, a lesson in true domination for sure.

I close my eyes and wait, and I open them to see him towering over me, his hand heading between my legs, I gasp as he inserts 2 fingers into me and my mind breathes a sigh of relief and excitement. I feel the fierce intention in his hand, and see it on his face and relax into the moment, feeling my cunt give easily to him. The force and width slowly increases smoothly until all his fist is far, far inside me, my head goes somewhere very special and my vagina spasms with orgasms so many times I can’t even count them. No escape for the juice though, there’s no room for it to flow, but I feel myself create it, and know he can feel it gush against his hand. I lay there with him insanely far inside me, relishing his serious insertion, eyes closed, cunt relaxing further to let him in even deeper. When My Other could see a point had been reached that although I would let it go on, it really should not, as I recall a conversation – the shock from the pleasure can actually kill a woman, and I guess he thought I could be heading there – highly possible at that moment. As it was, it felt like his arm was reaching into my rib cage, and as he removes himself, I realise he was most likely right in his thinking. So glorious though, such a unique and filling feeling, deeply satisfying and eternally good for the mind, to feel so full and connected, a trusted thing to let a man do this to you, knowing no harm will come to you at the same of feeling so strongly taken.

I sit up to begin to recover and pick up a cigarette, “Don’t light that, go lay on the floor” Obedient and a still pretty dazed, I obey and find my wrists being tied tightly to the bottom of the breakfast bar pole. Why is he doing this, what is he gonna do next – my mind races with possibilities, and my vagina still twitching from the fisting. “Your getting fucked now, open your legs and shut up,” he demands – I take a noisy intake of breathe, the last audible one I would be allowed to make until after this shocking act. I can’t believe this will happen so immediately after the fisting, my vagina still reforming, probably ideal to receive his immense cock, still hot and slippery and oh so welcoming. He lowers himself into me, once again I am warned – no noise at all, no movement either, be quiet and take my fucking or it will stop right away. I know this to be true, he’s a man of his word, and I comply totally. Luckily I’m kind of in sexual shock, and I also know the insane reaction of my cunt when I am silent - it screams in a very wet manner. Still and silent, I take my hard exact filling, so often I lost count of my gushing juices as he slams his cock at full pelt into me, wrists still bound, head banging off the ground with each thrust dealt, I loved this extra exclamation to the whole affair, and his lack of restraint in his force. I am slammed repeatedly, cumming against his unrelenting cock, and loving every moment. He holds my head strongly in his hands, stares into my eyes, and tells me he is fucking me for himself, not for me, and I better take it without a word. I take it, and adore it and am glad that he does what he needs to, and I watch wide eyed as he screams his cum into me, and I feel myself wordlessly yell more of mine at him in direct response to his fluid being pumped into me, yet again an exceptional pleasure. What can I say except he is a truly exceptional man, and I am a exceptionally fucked lass.

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Story Of Dominated and Drained Erotic Cock Sex

2011-08-11T21:20:00.003+01:00

Part Two continuing on from Part One

Standing admiring his open legs and what is escaping from the hem, his mass dripping and staining the skirt, my cunt swollen, my breasts tingle, I like this lots. The lipstick defines his lips, I squirt as I paint them, and open his mouth to play with it with mine. Smearing the lipstick on my mouth and his, biting and sucking his lips in new ways - ways I choose and do not usually do, this all brings much wetness to us both

I collar his cock, to keep it stiff and to admire the view, his cock in my control, bringing me pleasure how I want it, not how he dispenses it. I feel it twitch and move as I pull his nipples out to eat them - not quite as he does with mine, not enough flesh to do this, but enough to make my cunt happy, to feel like I'm in charge of his tits and my self.

My tits get lubed and wrap themselves around his cock, squeezing it through them til his head pops up slowly, hearing it wet and seeing it arrive - imagining thats how my cervix sees it at times inside me.

More lube for his engorged purple viened mass, being handled and rolled and stroked, not a hard hand round wank, but a casual non sensical approach that makes him writhe, that makes me know I can take his juice so soon, that he needs to release it, but I want to play first, see him in between my cleavage and ready to fuck something but having no choice but to accept what I dealt him, wringing the juice out of him and over my breasts as he yells and writhes as much as he can in the chair. I have him all over me, dripping down me and being spread all over my chest - and this brings me what I need. For the first time in a long time, he is genuinely messed up in a post coital manner, it's been a while I admit - and I like the result, its usually me in tatters, and I'm gonna be seeing him more like this. Thats what I needed, in reality, not to let go, but to go get it for myself.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Story Of Correction Of Erotic Needs

2011-08-07T21:20:00.001+01:00

Correct and right - not actually the need to let go - the need to give, my inner compulsion fuelled by timing, periods, free time and lack of it, and my essential femaleness compels me to think I need to submit. The real need is in fact to feel, to feel as much as is needed to make my own orgasm and not to submit to anothers decision on how this may or may not happen.

I love him dressed, I love to feel him that way thru the fabric, to see him dressed in a way that actually matters to him, that brings him good feelings and see him proud to be how he is. It fits us both - no doubts there, and while sometimes I want him looking female but acting male - the base reality is that I need him dressed. Discussion as I groom his groin, smooth his line, and feminise him further.

Typically this process does us both good - for him, to relax and be still, not working and letting go - for me, to be near his still self, to concentrate on him, to see him up close and to improve that view further. It makes him rise and stiffen, and soften too.

By the time its finished I am emmersed in the space, admiring my handiwork and his cock, and how it all feels when covered by his flimsy skirt - stockings lengthening his legs and his penis. I need to tie him to a chair and do what I need to do, whatever that may be.

The noise, the process and the memories brought when tying, my early attempts - and his professional practised approach combine for better effects these days - tight, and then some more. Arms to chair, to ankles, to wrist - one leg free for re adjustments, but only the one limb........

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Erotic Woodland Masturbation Story

2011-07-24T20:57:00.000+01:00

When I'm not trussed up and receiving or giving some delicious sexual activities, walking in woodland is one of my most favourite past times. These days there does not seem a great deal of time for either, opportunities are rare, between weather, this, that and the other -but when the sun decides to show it's mighty head, and spare time comes to hand - albeit without my very dearest, the moment should be seized. Hence, a casual Sunday afternoon stroll resulted in a exciting outdoor masturbation session.

This wasn't my original idea, I do genuinely like walking amongst the trees, but seen as my kids had returned to their dad's for a while, my mind of course wandered over to the possibility of some overdue sexual adventure. Walking amongst the silence, knowing that this was a very unventured area, how warm and peaceful it was - my mind came up with a wonderful idea - and once a wonderful idea has been made, it's almost a cardinal sin not to do it !! I choose myself a sun drenched spot of moss under a tree, facing the sun. Nervously, checking all around, my hand ventures to my mound, outside of my clothes, firmly rubbing and so appreciating the lonely place between my legs. I keep looking around me, and think to do this I will need to shut them - I hear birds tweeting and wind in the trees as I rub harder, grabbing myself urgently. Thoughts go back to my younger, more unhinged days of nooky in the woods with boyfriends, and I so very much want my Man to be with me right now. I make a mental note to get him here one day soon, and to frollick on a sunny day, arguing with twigs and orifices, sneaky smirks as we gather ourselves after an enjoyable exposed event, the possibilities excite me more and I need to free myself - trousers off, but only just one legs worth.

I instantly enjoy the warmth on my cunt, pull myself apart to take in those rays - I respond in an easy and wide way, lips swollen already and now lubricated plenty. Delving more and more fingers into me, I pause and hold them inside me, breathing in the sun and the smell of my juice as I feel twigs poking my head and notice just how close I am to orgasming. I hold onto this, keep it at bay whilst I remove my fingers to slap my cunt, splashing juice and widening myself even further. By this time, in my mind My Man is between my legs, grinning and watching me with his usual hardened cock twitching and juicing at the sight of my open cunt - I love his full attention when I masturbate, but don't usually get it, perhaps in the woods it's possible though.

It's all feeling so lively and dangerous, my lips are insanely full and wide, and four of my fingers are easily welcomed inside me, quicker and harder I fill myself with them, stroking my insides and really feeling where they are - and still I contain this mountain of orgasm that needs to be out, oh so soon. Harder and quicker, ramming my fingers till it feels like it's not my hand anymore, that it's his, I get to the point where I can't hold back - I keep my hand inside me as I watch myself squirt what seems like an endless amount out in a hot arc of liquid, grinning widely and relishing this time spent enjoying the most natural of events. I lie there still smiling, knowing how much My Man would have enjoyed that - and how solitary walks in woodland can now become so much more fun.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Erotic Equipment For Further Stories

2011-07-21T22:02:00.001+01:00

A recent saunter out to a Country Show, put my mind somewhere far less farm-based. I had to smile a secret smile when I browsed a dog equipment stall - rows and rows of deliciously inviting chains and leads. I haven't been on my lead for sometime, and so crave that and other more intense forms of domination from my dearest and most severest. Time, health and all the rest of it has been against us recently - and whilst we have been having plenty of skirted man submission, I am internally aching to be the one dominated, hurt in profoundly loving ways that make me feel incredibly satiated in terms of pain, filling and whatever form of debauched sex my other deals me with. This will come I know, and for now, restrained patience and acceptance will carry me through til it happens.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Eventual Erotic Toy Sex Play

2011-07-10T20:34:00.000+01:00

Finally filling him with the toy that still had to be first time used, how sweetly it liked being in there, legs wide, ass offered to me, toy completely inserted, protruding begging to be manipulated.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Rain And Time Hurdles In Erotic Stories

2011-07-10T19:55:00.000+01:00

Time, as ever seems to be against us, as does the weather this week. Summer holidays have kicked in, and rain is kicking all our asses. Daughters are cranky, and mothers even more so. It can't last though, and as with everything else - it's a process that has to be gone through - and when the better weather comes - we'll appreciate it all the more.

This is the mind set currently being applied to My Man and I's sexual adventures - we go for long periods in inactivity due to various health hiccups, when we concentrate on making each other feel better, or at least not stressed through the genuine care and patience we have for each other - what we have together is beyond anything sexually erotic, beyond the actual adventures we have - which given how wildly erotic they get, without the use of anything apart from our minds, our freedom and lack of inhibitions - is pretty damn far reaching.

Patience, process and appreciation - and remembering just how insanely good our erotic sex gets when given the chance.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

No Penis Here, Move Along Now

2011-07-05T20:14:00.002+01:00

The love of insertion, control slowly growing with the complete role swap. The less masculine I made him, the harder he grew, giant long and so hard - having to hide it under his skirt - and failing to mask it. I try to deny the cock, concentrate on his cunt, squeezing his balls into cunt lips, playing where his clit should be, rubbing his cunt, slapping it and leading my fingers to his hole.

And so, my eternal quest of ignoring his penis, not thinking of it in any terms, pretending it's not a part of him right now. No mean effort I'm sure you can agree.

There is nothing more erotic for a woman, than to be understood.

Story Of Rediscovering The Erotic Path

2011-06-29T23:14:00.004+01:00

Hm, such a long time between erotic story posts, as well as erotic anything. Curses to my contraceptive contra-sexual device. As from this week, I am free of any kind of contraception and REALLY very delighted about that. It's been a long time coming, and eventually I've given up with the lot of it - seen as engaging in any form of it seemed to put the kaibosh on having actually actual sexual activity. Within a day of having the tiny unit of hell removed, I felt 100% more me shaped - and was so ready to regain our former erotic journey. Steps along this path had kind of come to a stop still, or at least alot of path wavering, involving a distinct lack of compulsion due to generally feeling like crap, or in recovery from feeling that way.

I like to think last nights exploits are a leap back in the right direction, starting the evening off with My Man masturbating for me as I hurriedly completed the washing up. Dressed as I like him best, strong hand tight around his self, hard stroking himself til hard. This view makes my innards wake up and pulse into order. For a Man who doesn't masturbate to be made to do so brings me controlling pleasure - to have him stiff when I kneel to snip his fur, so that he can pull himself out the way of the scissors as I sheer him for our delight.

With less fur his length is so much more appealing, and I was pretty damn keen before the grooming - but this way I want him near my face so much more intensely. To be so close, with blades and his trust, is something that is right. Looking so fine, though I felt some decoration would suit, and recalling the black ribbon in the kitchen drawer - and guessing how well it would bind around his penis sent me on my mission of cock binding. The contrast of organic matter constrained by the smooth fabric sure did it for me, feeling the difference with my tongue, and finding the restraint not to devour him that instant brought me smiles and damp feelings. Restraint, and clamps - this was what is needed. Seeing his penis flesh pulled tight and twisted brings me deep vaginal joys. Knowing how good it feels to have that concentration of pain, slowly ebb to a numbing pleasure adds to the visual buzz - I know I'm losing myself in his cock, but it seems to have been so long since I've felt this way, and I am doing exactly what I want to be doing, so all is well, his cock is clamped, my cunt is screaming and My Man submits.

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An Erotic Fisting Is The Most A Girl Can Get

2011-05-15T23:06:00.003+01:00

An optimum time for erotic sex - after a lazy Sunday morning. Both of us dressed in fishnet crotchless leg adornment, we meet in the middle of the room and immmediately my nipples pulled so far away, twisted, nipped and firmly slapped as they extend towards him. Hurt, promise of severe hurt, more than last time, no messing about, no play, just hard hurt. Can I take it, do I want it - these questions are not asked - the simple fact is that I will have to take it, all of it however much it is.

Swiftly I am bent over the chair, legs spread whilst my ass receives some inflicting spanks from our paddle. The pain eases through me, and I smile knowing how hard he will be hurting me today. I need that so much, and he knows it - leaves it until I am aching to be aching, knowing how much it mean to me. His words tell me how he'd hurt me much more often, but will not do so if I am not completely well, mentally and physically. Domination like this requires full mental strength - bad things can happen if your not in the best place you can be.

I get spanked so close to stovies, our safe word, in fact possibly into stovies - but it's so freeing a feeling that I let go and take it that bit further. My breasts hang over the back of the chair - bruised, red, and visibly marked, for days - I hope. I love to see his marks on me. The ones on my ass are most likely pretty lively too, but on my breasts - a reminder that makes me grin when I catch them in my eye. Pretty hard to miss right now.

I rest after the spanks, cook some dinner, admire his long legs in his fishnets - clock a glimpse of his dripping cock peeking out from his womans shirt. All these images are enjoyed and fixed in my mind for later fantasies. We relax into the evening, and at some point I lay back and expose my cunt. He puts his feet up and watches my cunt completely. No pc no tweeting only my cunt. His usual occassional glances are not the way today - his pure concentration makes me so wet and so aroused, he tells me to make myself sodden - and ready to be fisted. These words immediately bring more juice, and I pull my lips apart to let his eyes fuck my hole as far as it can.

His highly effective visual fucking prepares me swiftly, and once I again I am over the chair. So swiftly several of his fingers are prising me apart, cramming themselves in me and up me, and my cunt resists none of it. He has trained my cunt over the years, to accept him and to relax when it most feels like screaming - allowing even more of him, knowing he will give me the ultimate fucking, but with ultimate care. No random fisting without control or watching my reaction, feeling my tension and responding to each orgasm and contraction. Being quiet is indeed the answer, one I'm not so good at, his filling is so extreme I have to voice it. Always I'm told to shut the fuck up, and when I do - it matters, and my expression of pleasure shoots comes from my insides thru my cunt in violent ripping orgasms, but with no escape, no room for the juice to shoot, the sensation just gets absorbed within my walls and myself.

He can read my reactions, knows what will come of his thrusts and his words. My silence and stillness rewards me with a vivid visual feeling of his clenched fist and wrist packed inside me, as he rearranges his stance so that his repeated movement seems to come from his groin, with his fist as his cock. I know that if I totally give in, relax and accept this insane level of filling, that a new level of bliss will be reached, as it was. The kind of endorphined aching delight and fullness fills me even after he was removed his arm from me, and I know we have reached a new limit. Until the next time.

Naturally Erotic Cross Dressing Story

2011-05-07T20:31:00.003+01:00

Even in a state of tiredness and in need of non sexual togetherness, dressing my Man and enjoying his flesh, curves and length puts me in a state of pleasure and joy. Having my Man arrive in my lounge naked and in need of clothing instantly raises the clothes ? or CLOTHES ? question. It's not really a question - more of an invitation. One that I know will always be taken up if he's feeling OK. And whilst at some point I felt that by his being dressed meant that I should strap myself up and fuck him - I know that is so not the case. What I now do is exactly what I want to do - seen as when I dress him, he submits to what I want to do, or not do. Whether it's tying him to the dining chair, and devouring his monstrous cock, enjoying my mouth being all over his blood filled penis and furiously sucking him till I drain every drop form him - which I think was the last erotic adventure we'd had - or having him bent and exposed at my kitchen sink, ass cheeks spread and licked, lubed and entered, fucked whilst I scream and cum with absolute pleasure - well, that's entirely my choice.

Choices are where it's at. And I adore the choices I have with My Man, the openness, the hilarity and the deep felt connection when you are with someone and so in tune with them that there is no need for whistles and bells, or shiny marriages - that as much love and pleasure can be felt at watching some crazy folk musicians in a village square, as it is snuggled on a couch cross dressing in a most naturally erotic kind of way.

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Eventual Erotic Story

2011-04-10T18:27:00.005+01:00

Time eventually sorts itself out, and although the memories may be distant, a few minutes back into submission mode to My Man refreshes them sharply. Opportunities may be scarce these days between one thing and another - but I should well remember that erotic domination with My Man is something to wonder at. How he can quite swiftly and deeply have several dildos, fingers, plugs and whatever he can find, inserted so expertly and quickly into whatever hole he decides, after only several short hard spanks with our newly purchased paddle - I will never know. My cunt, and also my ass I discover, just opens for him, it's that simple - his mouth tells me what is happening in a general " Your gonna get hurt and filled and fucked and you will TAKE IT AND SHUT THE FUCK UP" - and my body responds accordingly.

For hours, My Man, skirted and naked under it, chose to deal me some severe levels of breast biting, paddling and hard fist fucking, all of which I was so deeply craving and entirely needy of. Apparently I'll never change, what I freak I am to want such deep expression of his understanding and love for me, in between our hectic lives and medical hurdles - a needy creature that I am.

So yes, the reality of our days out and about are such wonderful times, especially recently. And the times spent indoors, with needs been met and hurt being enjoyed - these mean huge amounts to us too - completing the sometimes frustrating jigsaw. Nothing feels anything like having your Man carefully ramming his fist inside to produce the most satisfying fullness and extraordinary feelings of connection and trust. And whilst no penis or toy or vegetable could produce those sensations, the waited for amazing act of being fucked so spankingly on the stairs, with.... wait for it..... my Man's actual penis, made me grin from ear to ear. For various reasons this doesn't happen too regularly, it's quite an oddity for us - where as everything else we do sexually would no doubt be seen as way more than an oddity. And no, mighty as his penis is - it's no fist, but for me it's a sign of trust and of an ordinaryness that is wierdly so special, for me at least.

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Missing The Erotic But Loving The Love

2011-03-27T12:51:00.006+01:00

Long time no writey..... too much serious work type stuff going on. No fair. In reality there hasn't been too much erotic action to write about, apart from thinking about it, craving it, whining about it. So in a way there has been, all actions start in the mind, erotic actions especially.... but due to one issue or another, that's pretty much where it's stayed. Health has been a bit of a hurdle ... as ever my mental health fluctuates, and My Man's general health fluctuates too. Trying so hard to get some kind of helpful answer to his health issues, finally thinking we'd got there, and now apparently the answer was wrong - but still we have to carry on with non eventual tests, and slowly coming off a libido destroying destructive in itself drug, all the while unable to take one that usually keeps the unknown aches and pains at bay. Far from ideal, but hey... life generally is.

The bummer is that we actually are IDEAL together, it's just the sometimes seemingly constant health issues infringe on how we best like to find our good times together. Neither of us have life threatening ( I hope anyway) ailments and neither of us are so unable that we can't get out and about - but still the roundabout of depressions, achey pains, contraceptive contra-erotica is kind of getting us both down.

"Fine" as this is - it's kinda duff, BUT it's not a constant, and when we do get out and about with the sun behaving itself, or we get all rude and up for it when my bits and his bobs are behaving themselves - these times help us re connect and get the best of us in ways that we both love and enjoy deeply, and these times will be more and more common once the season shifts properly and health issues get sorted - this we must remember.

What gets to me, is the doubt. I am sure that he sees doubt in my face more often than I think it, I don't doubt us or the connection we have, I sometimes feel stumped with the various issues going on, and the unfairness of finding someone who fits so glovelike but comes accompanied with a shorter than your own shelf life. It's a reality that as you age, health generally deteriorates - this is fact, and a frustrating one when you find your perfect mate in a man 24 years older than you. Whilst there are huge benefits of being with an older man in terms of thoughtfulness, experience and worldiness, there is the down side that this union will possibly not last as long as you'd like, no growing old and rocky together. Tough tit, you say, better to have had and lost than blah blah blah, which is so very true.... but knowing that time is limited makes you want to enjoy each day together to it's fullest, valuing what we time we have, as opposed to grieving over what has yet to happen. Easier said than done when many of those days involve health hurdles - neither with obvious answers, but when something is so worth while, when it makes you feel so safe and understood and loved it is certainly worth those hurdles.

Perhaps a less determined and committed person would decide to walk away this imperfect perfection, and I know My Man worries that our situation causes me harm from time to time, but I KNOW my that the good it brings me far outweighs the frustrations felt, way more good than harm. No relationship comes with health guarantees, or life span guarantees, but a very few come with knowing how mentally suited you are, or sharing deep and genuine care for each other that touches you in ways you never thought were possible. And whilst time may shift the frequency of giddying passionate spells of erotic adventures, it replaces them with unshifting bonds of true love, acceptance and understanding - which at any age or ability is where you'd want to be in relationship terms. Tthis is the basis of what I have, for however long, and I am keeping that fact close to me, and holding on to it for a dear and lucky life.

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Erotic Masturbation Grows To Anal Sex Story

2011-03-03T12:37:00.004Z

A cunt that had the previous evening been tantilisingly stroked for an hour without any hint of penetration, was by 2 pm screaming at me to come out and play. Swiftly done domestic chores and a decisive sentance "I need to masturbate with you here." NO problem, was the repsonse, and I lie and yawn my legs open expecting an occassional glance at my self pleasuring. That's just fine with me, the joy from masturbating is nothing compared with doing it with My Man in the room - exposing myself and hearing my juice squelch as my fingers delve, knowing that my Man can hear every watery noise turns me on so hugely. Losing myself in the process and totally letting go - but not rushing to orgasm. Exploring how swollen my outer lips become, feeling the joys of a slidey wet hole. Holding myself wide apart, as I'm always told, whoring myself properly, both hands pulling me apart til I feel like my cervix is about to jump out of me. Knowing my juice is gathering and running out of me, keeping me wide without anything else happening, torturing myself by not touching my clit, or delving. A smoke break, legs still wide. Returning to a wriggling self, first a gentle full hand stroke, and a dabbling finger to sample the wetness. These strokes getting firmer, and more fingers delve into a hot soaking hole that is screaming to be occupied. BY the time three of my fingers are plunging themselves into me, I have My Mans full atention. "Move closer" and move your hand away", a handily place dildo is firmly fucking my hole and I'm screaming already. Suddenly not only is my cunt being filled but a plug is swiftly inserted and I'm liking that alot. MY Man is taking care of my ass while my hand is filling my cunt, I feel the plug fucking me and this makes me squirt, I've never felt that before and the newness is a belt of reality that my ass really is being fucked, and I really really appreciate that ! I feel like it should have more up it, wider and deeper and harder - he's weaned me onto needing it and craving both holes being used, instead of just my cunt. In fact, I need all three holes fucking, and this has been done at some point, cock in my face, dildo up my cunt and butt plug where it should be. It' a slow journey, this ass fucking, but I'm promised that eventually his cock will be fucking my ass, and that I'll be coming home begging for an ass fucking, which I do not doubt at all. Some dayes I crave my face being fucked, often my cunt, and I can completely believe me craving my ass being filled. Today and at other points I've yearned for it more than I've had it, but My man is careful and loving and will only ever give me what I can take, or maybe a little more. So while we discuss the ass fucking regime, and the pain infliction that will accompany it, he wanders into the kitchen and obtains a spatula. he sharply spanks my ass before I can think about it, I close my eyes and relish the spanks as he pulls my breasts out by my nipples and hard spanks them too as I lie wide open and grinning. Hard he twists my nipples, and hard he spanks them, my legs are opene and my cunt is loving it so much I feel myself squirt as I process the pain, as he still deals me yet more. This last portion of loving pain infliction has left me stunned and totalled, my cunt is spent, my breasts and legs are bruised and my ass fucked, and My Man - he returns to his work calmly and in charge of himself and his cock, still muttering about a proper ass fucking a while down the road, whilst I recover and find my head from wherever its been sent.

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Erotic Employment and Anal Sex

2011-02-21T18:42:00.007Z

I've blethered on about newness being goodness in previous posts, and whilst I totally agree with this - the same joy is not felt quite so instantly when swapping employment. New job, new relationships, and new challenges - all of this I like, and whilst I am now working with more folk, a wider selection of people to get along with - some of which I know in a friendly manner, some not quite so friendly, as yet.

As with erotic sex, a new working position requires patience, process and great communication. How businesses can function without this basic fundamental need of communication is frightening, but often a reality. I am hoping that I can bring alot of improvement to my new place of work, but I must be patient and realise that change is slow, and that folk generally dislike change.

The changes I have made to my own behaviour and attitude have also been slow, sometimes having to be relearned over and over, ahem, much to my frustration - and I should remember this over the next few weeks. It's tricky when your head is full of positive ideas, but not being able to put them into practice immediately. A bit like discovering how much you REALLY enjoy being fucked in the ass, but not being able to take quite as much as you think you can. Patience and process must be applied, along with that old genius of communication. Nothing new can be jumped upon for fear of instant rejection - either physically or personally.

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Head Fried Man Tied Late Erotic Story

2011-02-09T19:29:00.004Z

Head fried head fried head fried - and this time I know it's not actually the fault of my mind !!! Having not blogged for a while, even though the most therapeutic and glorious time was had with My Man all dressed up and edible - I lacked the time to write about just how freeing it was to find a small amount of time to be openly erotic with My Man, his ass and his cock - and obviously a few domestic bits and bobs thrown in for good measure. I've only just looked at the photos, a criminal fact I know - since the last time we had fun, time has sped by - and is now drudging through a particularly hard menstrual period (again) sigh.

Along with stomach cramps from hell and a four day headache, my world of work has hit a crazy patch, were motivation is stilted, patience is tried and options are open - none of which is helpful right now. It's not that I have no patience, I have huge amounts of patience, more than I ever thought I had - but the man I work for is so beyond anyone's level of tolerance. Not only have work related promises not been made, his ability to listen and recall anything I say is minimal and somehow I can't see it getting any better. Even if he takes some more of what he should be doing on board, I don't see how it's gonna be less grief inducing.

Meanwhile my ever patient Man, who has more patience than I or anyone else I have EVER known, is eternally supportive - and totally understands my frustrations as he has experienced my boss previously. So he puts up with my moaning and groaning, and doesn't tell me to shut the fuck up - his usual response when my groans are more erotic.

I shouldn't be moaning at all - I already have a job, and are being offered another. My house is warm, my family are near and well and My Man - well unlike my period, which is thankfully temporary, he is always here, always supportive and always so ready to make me laugh and smile, even if it means waving his cock at me whilst on the phone to my mother. Security is really quite a wonderful thing, stability and assurance that there is someone to be with who is with me, behind and in front of me, and whilst he's never in bed with me (eternal gripe) he is with me in every other way.

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Erotic Fisting Sex Training

2011-02-04T17:52:00.000Z

This year's training is wrist fucking - and my ability to instantly take My Mans immense fist as and when he deems it necessary. In the last hour its been rammed up there three times, in various speeds and depths - none of which have been forgiving or in any way subtle. The request to stand and bend comes quickly, and I am up spread and bent. His fingers grow into his fist so swiftly, and my cunt has moments of struggle, only briefly before it realises just how incredible it feels to submit to this much of my Man's fist and wrist forced into up and around it.

Over dinner - a minor miracle that I managed to make it - I am told further training will happen this evening - this time with lube, to provide ease in his ramming and yet more depth to his delving. These very words made my cunt ache, and he knows this. The only Man to have made me cum without even being in the room, not even hearing his voice, and not even expecting it to happen. My Man.

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Mentally Well Whores Get Erotic Sex

2011-01-29T16:04:00.003Z

Have not been too regular with this blog recently - I've been learning to take it easier, to pace my self and not end up a broken mommy, and therefore not being up for much erotic action. Primarily, not ending up a depressive mess - my mind needs as much care as I give to others, and finally this year I am doing this. Enough sleep, limited screen time, meditation and quashing of negative thoughts. Seen as my mind has a compulsion to dark matter, which is encouraged along nicely with lack of appropriate rest and good sleep.

My Man being the most careful and kind soul there is, does wonders in helping me mind my mind with honest conversations, sometimes harsh words but always with love and genuine care. I have to accept my depression, but at the same time become more aware of it's slide, which often begins with anxiety, closely followed by 'disconnect' - of me losing my words and inclination to communicate.

Without communication we have very little, and our wonderful connection falters - my mind gets over concerned about everything, life becomes a struggle and no joy is recognised in my days. When I dive like this, My Man leaves me alone in dominatory terms, or else encourages me to dominate him - which always, always shifts my mind to a far better place, empowers me and fills me with confidence and endorphins, fuelled by my own actions by doing exactly what I want to do to him, because of this we both benefit because, well, we were made for each other.

When my mind is being looked after and is healthy, My Man is likely to demand me becoming more accessible. Cunt out and wide open, breasts revealed to be pulled bitten and slapped, all of which makes me squirt like a bitch, putting me somewhere wonderful and whore worthy. I adore and I crave being his whore, his whore alone - where he knows exactly what he does makes us even closer and tighter together. He whores me in ways that I've never known, in ways that make me feel like I never have done, and that make me feel secure, understood, loved, cherished and dominated with absolute care and affection.

What more could any woman ask from her Man ?

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Erotic Sex For Mental Well Being

2011-01-18T15:12:00.004Z

Dip, dark, discuss - DO ! The old rountine of not doing my routine to keep my head straight strikes again, boring dull and boring. The three A's I've learned this week - Awareness, Acceptance, and Acknowledgement - ok, so far the awareness comes a wee bit late, but it does come - Acceptance, well it's only now that I am learning to accept my depression as part of me, instead of denying it or finding some kind of excuse why im dipping. Acknowledgement comes in the form of acting on the first two A's - and fixing it as much as I can with the routine of either and all

- To bed before 11pm - getting ready no later than 10.40.
- Therefore capable to get up on time, giving space for =
- 3 sun salutations to kick me into gear
- Brief exercise to help with destroyed stomach muscles
- Writing in my goodness book, 5 blessings of the day, 5 acknowledgements of what I am, have, or are capable of doing.
- Ten mins breathing and calmness

If, and the question is if, I manage this without missing a day, then my head should behave it self and I get to misbehave erotically and enjoying as much as is humanly possible. If I don't, and don't catch the dive - then, I really must strap on my cock, dress My Man - no matter how uninclined sexually I feel (apart from severe pain etc) and damn well get it on. I know this works, I know we both like, love and need it, and I KNOW how it makes me an altogether different lass than the dipped durge that I can slip into.

DO IT, KNOW IT, REMEMBER IT - doofus.

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Metal Moments In Erotic Sex

2011-01-15T08:23:00.003Z

Not entirely well, right now, copper coils are ace devices for the lack of hormones, but because of the lack of hormones - I know have the MOST crippling immense periods ever experienced, ever. My Man being the perfect soul he is, has eventually gone for the last ditch option of a vasectomy, and much as I hate to have him operated on, I am delighted and relieved -that we are at least heading that way. All in all, it could well be six months down the road before we are coil and pain free. Tampax's profits are still safe for some time.

I refuse to remove the penis option from our relationship completely, and whilst I am well aware it is not the be all and end all, it is an important part of our sexual relationship. Had I never been with My Man, I would still be stuck in the cul de sac of penetrative sex, and how very sad and empty that would be. Instead I am in the ever expanding maze of erotic discovery - new paths and places being found each and every time we play, and long may it continue.

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Erotic Sex Recovery Story

2011-01-14T11:21:00.005Z

The joys of recovery, patience now til the time and opportunity comes when My Man can be dressed, spanked and raped as I see fit - even the thoughts of these bring me closer and closer to optimum wellness.

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Erotic And Real Live Penis Chair Sex

2011-01-11T18:06:00.003Z

After such an experimental fucking of various devices whilst tied to the chair, you would have figured some time would have passed before another onslaught on my cunt. Apparantly not, after not even half a cigerrette - I am instructed back the chair "Kneel on it, keep your head down and shut the fuck up" - I'm there swiftly, partially still in cunt shock, and mind blown at the speed of whats happening. My ass is spanked several times, and then I feel the human ness of flesh approach my wet swollen lips, this sensation is something I have yearned for, and verbalised this want several times, pointlessly. Between time and health issues the opportunities for actual penis penetration have been few and far between, but seen as I have battled through various forms of contraception - I kind of feel that st some point it would be a good idea to engage in such a sexual oddity. Of course, when you submit - you get what you get, not what you want, and whilst My Man's insanely perfect cock has not been filling me, he has indeed been fucking me to a point where a woman would die for, filling me with his fist amongst other things, in ways more effective and long standing and deeply felt than any penis could ever manage - but being the eternal wanty female that I seem to revert to - wants his cock and wants it far inside me, and by god that was exactly what I got. With the addition of a butt plug rhythymically fucking my ass as his cock filled and pummelled me, I can honestly say I was in sexual paradise - the sensation of his human form inside me, both of us swollen and wet, me trying my utmost to be silent, and his spanks to my ass punishing me if I so much as breathed loudly. This I had been yearning for for months, and yes while I admit it is far not the most important be all or end all of sex at all, I DO so adore him inside me, fucking me hard and long and slow, until I feel him approaching his orgasm, which in itself creates an orgasm in me, which has no way of escape - so full I am by this time. When he does express his orgasm vocally and actually, my cunt explodes and relaxes into a state of utter joy and contentment, and casually he removes himself and I crumble onto the chair, my now favourite sex toy.

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Erotic Newness In Sex and Dairy Products

2011-01-07T14:28:00.003Z

I wouldn't recommend trying to untangle your Christmas tree whilst your breasts and general being are clamped and chained - as much fun as the movement is for raising endorphins, the effect on your Christmas clear up is really kinda crappy. Eventually I gave up, and settled for attempting some computer work, all the while - tits clamped to each other, chains dangling from them, the weight of which adds to the pain inflicted. Kind of distracting, but we like to make oour erotic life as normal as possible, time adds to the experience, and making chains and clamps 'normal' - giving space for yet more delights to bring to the proceedings.

My Man, he likes the newness, as I do too - and seen as I chose to tie him to the chair at the weekend, his approach was similar today. Still clamped and chained, I am now tied by my wrists to the chair insanely tightly, the rope several times around my neck and well as my mouth, keeping my mouth open in an enforced yell. As my mouth yells, my cunt repeats the action - the pain has soaked my vagina, making it ready and so willing to submit to whatever he chooses to fill me with, of which he ran the gammit of - various dildos, several fingers, then I hear him at the fridge - returning with the squishy cream. He makes a test squirt, gives an approving smile and inserts the nozzle inside me. I feel and hear the cream filling me, the coolness bringing my cunt into a new awareness of temperature. He admires his cream work, and now fucks me to yet another orgasm with an incredibly cold water bottle. Knowing me how he does, intimately, physically, mentally and completely - he knows that know he has got to me a squirting level, he knows this can continue with yet more filling. Now the largest stiffest dildo we have is repeatedly rammed in me, quickly and roughly - pausing and removing it to watch me squirt once again, reminding me of my need to be silent constantly. Happy to see me squirt, but obviously needing to prove the point, the dildo is once again fucking me, hitting somewhere specific and highly effective - forcing yet more juice arcing from my hole, I feel it hit his clothes and know he likes that, and feel it enter me one more time before he gives me a break for a moment or two. Well needed, shredded and soaked - I am untied and recover from my fountainous time.

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New Years Erotic Sex Story

2011-01-01T19:56:00.006Z

A New Year's Eve to remember and cherish - for so many reasons, all of them bringing smiles to our faces and feel good natural chemicals to our systems. Our tradition of an evening picnic in the car, waiting to witness and enjoy a local and obscure pagan tradition - fancy dress freaks, fire brandishing and family fun - only My Man would know of such an event, and only My Man would submit to the erotic pleasures I would enjoy later on that night. The rest are a brief gathering of descriptions, my head was kind of full, but I believe sometimes full sentances are not always needed !!

Bitten ass in crotchless net tights, window to an ass to bite. Open legs against the kitchen wall, nipple biting, thigh licking avoiding his cock, but loving all the other flesh. His cock on face, nose tracing down his length, nuzzling his freshly washed balls, turn him around hands on the wall and ball sucking from behind, slap suck slap suck, yum.

Next, tied to chair hands cock hands, cock between my legs. Slow lipstick on his open mouth, love to see him open like this, knowing he loves the treatment, dildo fed tonguing his mouth as I watch him eating, sharing the dildo, hair grabbed head back and sliding the toy into his lips and mouth. Fed the head.

Untied, boots, couch and pillow makes for a perfect level, know its gonna work now, my cock lubed and keen. His hole open and welcoming, slapping, confident and in charge as I fuck My Man slowly but firmly and blissfully, cumming as I do so. This cock in this hole, fuck my man as I want to. Came so much, so much pleasure in watching it slide and be so far in him, knowing it's where I should be.

Couch cooch, thigh, twitching cock. Action now, tied hands under bum, around cock, other hand, then anchored to the table. No option of moving without yanking his cock, we both like the restraint; no hands, as opposed to his usual hair grabbing end to cock devouring. His ass close and available, careful manuvouring whilst I savour his cock, wet long slow, feel him offer his ass, begs for me to rape him, loving him begging for it, the words, the need so gladly I do so, cock still in mouth, raping his ass with my finger, faster and harder, cock still being sucked till his highly explosive orgasm bursts into my mouth. Still tied, still restrained, removed myself from his cunt when I wanted to, untied him when I knew I should.

No masturbation required that night, savouring the joy of dominance, complete with the act of giving, no need for being physically filled my brain was so full there was no need, smiling myself to sleep, woke up I recount the evening and get up with a wide and content grin. Happy Good Damn New Year !!!

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Erotic Christmas Appreciation

2010-12-30T09:06:00.001Z

A very different Christmas time, with many pleasures in many ways - not the usual flavour with kids and turkeys, but with love and appreciation of what I do have - which is many bucket loads more than most.

Christmas is indeed for kids, and being without them at this time of year is a painful experience for the smartest of us - although I saw my honies of the 25th, briefly at their dad's, it sure wasn't the same as spending the day with them. A childless void was deeply felt, but for my Man, this is a yearly occurance - a hard unavoidable reality, that somehow he manages to out to one side - an act of acceptance that is not easy, but not really an option not to take.

In my typical wanty freakish behaviour, I not only struggled with the lack of my brood, but also the concept of not only going to bed in an empty house Christmas Eve, and obviously then waking up to the same on Christmas morning. Many do, I know this, and many wake up to far less than I - but still, it hurt. I voiced these thoughts, and we discussed them - sense was made, understandings were reached - and while I do see that the arrangement is actually for my benefit, I do not feel that way. I know the theory behind it all - don't have a taste of what will not happen, it'll only make it worse. Also the reality of getting used to these Christmas' on my own, and therefore not feeling a loss when they occur in the future, still my head took in these words, but my heart didn't embrace them. But - it all happened anyway, and whilst I felt certain parts were missing, certain other more essential parts were very much active, the cooching and sharing of peaceful times with My Man, no pre tense of wonder over presents, just the gentle joy of being with someone who cares deeply for your physical, mental and emotional health every day that I know him, not just for one day by throwing expensive gifts at me, making up for 364 days of injury or thoughtlessness.

Every day is a day of care and thought - as it should be between lovers, and although I may whine and moan over the odd practicality - the reality is something more than I've ever had, and probably more than I understand.

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Erotic Bible Stories

2010-12-27T09:03:00.003Z

Had to post it - vaguely religious Adam and Eve story, nice apple and reptile action.

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Merry Erotic Christmas From United Kingdom

2010-12-24T19:40:00.004Z

A truly different kind of Christmas Eve - the first without my kids with me, and it's kind of odd to say the least. At the same time, I have immense amounts of love in my life - from my kids, My Man, my family and my self. I have so much goodness in my life and my head and my future that I will not be negative about what I do not have in these next few days.

What I will have is space to enjoy My Man and family, knowing that my kids are in a wonderful space having a good time, and will soon be back with me. That, coupled with a wealth of carrot cake and sex toys, an imagination and an entirely open, trusting and highly erotic Man - the next few days will indeed be a very different and mostly quite debauched erotic child free Christmas holiday.

May yours be as full of good feelings as I will make mine. Many Merry Christmas Feelings To You !!!!

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Erotic Nipped And Triple Filled Sex Story

2010-12-20T09:20:00.004Z

Hmmm, breasts are still nipping me and my cunt feels numb - an evening on the couch of shutting my mouth and spreading my legs. Didn't expect any of this tonight - this mornings excitement of time and opportunity was put aside understandably. We each have health issues, and when they come up we both accept these and find kindness for each other (never a problem) instead of sulking and wanting things to be different. But apparantly things were not as I thought, and divine levels of sexual pleasures, exposures and insertions were to be had, whether I liked them or not - which of course I always do. By the time my clitoris had been gently teased, hard rubbed, pulled from it's hood and wanked severely - I was obviously quite a (silent) mess, so when the fisting and the cunt slapping came to play - the squirting was obviously not up for debate. And after each bite of my breasts - no longer an option.

A smoke, calmly in the interim, didn't last as long as it should. To be quiet and still and take what was coming was the intention - being highly trained over the last three years I have learned to do as I was told. In some kind of wierd present exchange programme receive a triple filling - in my ass; a butt plug, in my cunt; a hefty dildo; and in my open wet mouth (no sucking or you lose it) his engorged cock. He holds me down with one hadn grabbing my breast and the other pulling my head to his cock by my hair, choiceless, made still and open I received what he gave me - an early Christmas gift perhaps, of such serious ness in his behaviour I could see this really was a deep stress relieving need of his to treat me this way, concentrating on the job at hand, and the holes that required filling. Hearing his pleasure as he fucked my mouth to the point of release, hearing him knowing what was to fill my mouth and throat, filled me with equal joy. I need him to do this for me, to treat me with painful love and tender abuse, bringing us both to where we need to be with each other in these times.

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Erotic Penis Art

2010-12-17T14:23:00.002Z

This beauty was sent to me in an email so I can't say where it originally came from, but I was most impressed. Not so sure what it would look like on a colder day though.

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Erotic Cross Dressing Sex Adventures

2010-12-14T08:56:00.004Z

Erotic Cabin Fever

Cocks Like Stockings

Cross Dressing Delights

Secret Underwear

Double Stockinged Sex

Erotic Stocking Shopping

Dressed Up Sex

My Man's Legs

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Erotic Birthday Sex Gifts

2010-12-13T14:44:00.006Z

So My Man's birthday has been and gone - and my gift to him is some rather glorious crotchless fishnet tights, I can imagine how he's gonna look in them and I sooooo want him in them, at least for a while until I remove them with my teeth.

The other arrival is that of the world's most tremendously painful and heavy period - a gift I assume from the change of coil recently, and although the family planning say otherwise, I'm hoping it's a temporary arrangement until things settle. Functioning with kids, work and Man and all the rest of it is so not possible with 7 - 10 days of crippling gushing women's things. Not on at all.

This will pass, I know it to be true, as will the need for contraception altogether - as My Man has promised me a vasectomy..... and by golly, he'll be doing it in the new year. Meanwhile, am off to consider another lie down with hot water bottle, and happier thoughts of his netted legs.

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Erotic Whips and Women Sex

2010-12-12T09:50:00.003Z

What can I say - I love this image, so dark and leading, with excellent stockinged leg action. In my mind, the owner of the legs is a man, My Man ! Double yum.

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Erotic Strap On Laundry Fantasies

2010-12-11T09:47:00.002Z

How to enjoy your domestic duties to a point of pleasure. Tried some ironing whilst clamped recently, and cooking with your strap on provides many options - as well as knocking drawers just with your cock !

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Erotic Sex and Nature

2010-12-10T14:45:00.000Z

A bit of fruit, a saucy smile and promising twig or two

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Erotic Lesbian Spanking Story

2010-12-09T08:04:00.004Z

Mooching, as one does, tends to find some real gems - the site from which I politely yoinked this photo is www.marqe.blogspot.com, which has an incredible bunch of spankees - most are women, but as many of us know - to spank is such a wild rush that we women folk love to do it too. Although I do admit, a female ass over the knee is a site to behold, and is mostly prevalent, sigh. Personally speaking, I love both positions - although I must admit to needed a severe whallop more than I need to spank My Other. He gives incredibly effective beltings, each time harder than the last. Spanks to to my breasts are currently favourite, and obviously my cunt when it's been so dealt with that a single spank to it ends up in us both being covered by juice produced by a good orgasm inducing whack.

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Erotic Cock Shower Story

2010-12-08T08:49:00.000Z

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Story Of Erotic Film Not Viewing

2010-12-07T09:54:00.006Z

Some suspect film I'd taped, a cooch on the couch coupled with my breasts exposed and my legs open - such a civilised Sunday evening. The possibilites were vast, the instructions simple; legs open, mouth shut and don't say a word. The oh so barely there stroking of my clit was tantilising, and oh so needed - a brief spell of tenderness before the might of what may happen was so unknown but delicious. Dampening up so quickly allowed My Other's fingers to pull my lips apart so wide, it very nearly hurt - not that he was bothered about that - he simply wanted me properly apart. Apparantly when I whore my cunt to him, I don't do it properly - this is how it's done properly I'm told. Almost to a point of gynaecology, a surgical parting of my cunt, and a insanely intimate inspection is how he wanted it tonight. He held me like that for some time, as I relax to the stretching, he pulls me even further apart. Somehow although two of his fingers keeping me stretched, I feel three more enter me between his other digits. Now it really did feel like a surgical filling, he leans over to see how far in they are, tells me to shut up and take it - and from some strange angle I realise I am being fisted, all the while his hand creeps around to my ass hole - teasing it, making me want my ass filled too, and he knows it. My hips are climbing over his fist, forcing him further into me as I suddenly hit some insane internal orgasm - one that has no room to escape, one that explodes inside me - his fist keeping it and me firmly under his control, exactly where we like to be.

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Story Of Erotic Cabin Fever

2010-12-06T06:49:00.001Z

Days on end, trapped in a house without My Man and too much snow to make it fun outside. Only one thing to do, mooch through my photographs and fantasise until I finally get him back around me. And then, we shall see.......

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Sexy Book of Sexy Erotic Sex

2010-12-05T16:41:00.002Z

New release for Christmas Gifts 2010 Sexy Book of Sexy Sex.

Once absorbed, the lessons contained in The Sexy Book of Sexy Sex cannot be unlearned. Armed with the bawdy wisdom on any given page, you could easily spend the rest of your life orgasming your brains out, neglecting your friendships, your career, and every other aspect of your life that doesn't involve constant genital stimulation. To call you a ‘mindless sex zombie’ would be putting it gently. And perhaps the scariest part: you would be completely satisfied... as would your legions of sexual partners.

‘Schaal’s particular brand of humour is insane, life-affirming, silly and above all hugely enjoyable’ (Time Out )

'Schaal... turns her scathing wit to the bedroom.’ (Courier Mail, Australia )

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Story Of Erotic Cocks Liking Stockings

2010-12-03T19:27:00.004Z

As you can see, far from un manning my Man, stockings do him some tremendously powerful good. Seems the more girl-ed he is, the more Manned he gets. If the whole situation didn't rock my socks off as well - I surely wouldn't be doing it. I guess the fact it makes me insanely aroused, to see his legs stockinged and his ass bare and submissive to my needs, provides me with plenty of evidence of my bi-sexuality. This is something I would really love to explore further, with the help of My Man and a real live woman as well at some point. Right now though, I have the perfect sexual world - of a man who is happy and strong enough to become feminine, yet absolutely and completely powerful and mighty a Man as you could ask for. Have recently trained him in washing dishes too !! Double bonus - I get to grope him in his skirt as the sink.

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Erotic Treats Skin Two Fetish Yearbook

2010-12-02T18:07:00.003Z

The international year book for the fetish scene, with coverage of the major events in New York, Paris, Berlin, London, Montreal, etc. There are serious articles, features, top photography from Will Santillo of Canada, Silent-View of Germany, Mark Varley of London and James Stiles of Los Angeles. Also a new 5,000-word fiction story by the top BDSM author, Patrick Califia. An essential for the bookshelf of the fetish enthusiast with intelligence and style. Skin Two Fetish Yearbook 2009.

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Erotic Sleepless Nights

2010-12-01T09:14:00.000Z

So my wee heart leapt when My Man phoned me during our enforced parting due to severe weather conditions - from just round the corner of my house !!! Shocked and delighted seen as we'd had a conversation only a few hours beforehand telling me how dangerous it would be attempt to come out to each other, and how daft that would be - that all would be well and it wasn't worth the crazyness. Fair enough, heads were settled to this arrangement and I settle into the evening of solitude. You can imagine my smiley face when he phones and asks me to come meet him just around from my house with a shovel - being a wee bit stuck, no bother. I'll go pluck him out, bring him to me and we can be together for as long as we want to without weather wrecking our world. Fab eh?

Apparantly not no. In the car together yes, driving not far from my house yes, possibly finding a shop to grab a coffee, erm, yes, but why - we're so close to my house of warm, facilities, broadband, couches and the warmth and togetherness of each other. No - his mission, which was kind of not really his mission, it just tumbled into a romantic gesture of popping up to see his woman, beginning actually as a let's see how far I can get with the car situation. Being the wanty freak that I am (of all the sordid and kinky needs I have - my biggest unfulfilled one seems to be him sleeping over in the same bed just once in our lives - what a disturbing individual I am), I came to the conclusion that if someone makes the effort to get as nearly far as his woman's house - he would obviously stay the night to save another hairy journey home. Of course, this wasn't said, but neither was the fact we were gonna drive around like confused puppies for half an hour before he drops me back near my house, simply to drive off home again.

Home I go, hurt, shocked, angry with him and frustrated by his inflexibility. Kind of accepted his driving condition story and the fact that he didn't want to leave the car at the side of the road - and also that he just kind of stumbled up to mine anyway, in a planless kind of way. Hmm, for a guy who takes snow travel so seriously, it struck me as a little glib and thoughtless to undertake a journey without preparations and further thought. But you know, he knows what he's doing - he just maybe should have mentioned it to me when you announced his snow ploughed arrival.

A constant thing, this sleeping over, one that I generally get over - but moments like this bring it all to a head again, annoying me even though I'm aware that sleeping over really counts for nothing when your in a relationship that is so good in many other dimensions. It's just a small part of a bigger wonderful jigsaw, with this small part missing. But, I can't deny that it matters hugely to me - I'm a flexible giving kind of lass, but this constant refusal upsets me - for a Man who says he always wants to see more of me - why does he leave EVERY single night, whatever the weather ????

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Enforced Erotic Sex Less Space

2010-11-30T08:17:00.005Z

How very hilarious - for all my whining and need for 'a night to myself' - I am now forced to deal with lots of them , thanks to deeply insane snow levels, and the distance of My Man from me. So last week, I got my night to myself, and then another unscheduled one - as a result of fireworks, lateness and myself being a broken post coiled mess and needing bed. And here we are - child free, and man empty. With more of the crazy white stuff on the way, it could be like this for some time. Odd, to say the least. A lack of Man is requiring 3 hourly phone calls and a dose of web cam later on - hmm, possibilities ?

That'll teach me eh ?

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Erotic Future Of Alternate Coils

2010-11-29T09:30:00.004Z

So having added up six months of mental glen and valleying, and six months of mirena not-so-user friendly coil action - I've made the possibly foolishly timed change from hormone based coil to a simple copper coil in the hope that my head stops bouncing. Of course, this may be badly timed a few weeks before Christmas, prepared for a drop in hormones, possible head dive, and plenty of oh yes here we are again, bleeding, but once I knew it was hurting my head, I needed to be free of it. Life is indeed about choices, and being in control of yourself and your mind. Being possessed by hormones inflicting misery, rage and general anti-levelling was not the choice I wanted to keep, and so I took the contraceptive plunge. Again.

So once the cramps and the ickiness have settled - er... when ? We will see just how dandy this flavour of anti-baby device is, and if it's not - that wonderful man of mine will indeed be discovering just how simple and user friendly vasectomies can, and will be....

"Ah honey, you should have said.... all you have to do is say !" Yeah, but how many times dear ?

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Triple Filled Erotic Kitchen Sex

2010-11-28T11:00:00.004Z

"Remove your pants and get to the kitchen" - who am I to refuse such instruction. After last kitchen time and the pool of cum that followed I manage to grab a towel on the way. The kitchen times we have are ones that do the most to me, and my lino is good, but My Man's dominance is far more effective than my lino's waterproof capabilities.

Wrists are bound behind my back, rope is wrapped around my neck, already I'm moaning from the pleasures real and imagined, recalled and longed for. The ball gag is firmly in my mouth, and tightened hard. I'm told to open my legs and be quiet as he vanished to the box of tricks. As I watch him return his trousers are insanely tented from his cock, fully clothed I cannot see it, but the extent is visible - I love seeing him so turned on by his dominance of me, knowing that what we do brings such insane levels of pleasure to us both.

He turns me to face the wall, and spreads my ass to insert a butt plug swiftly and strongly in me. I haven't been filled this way for some time, but I respond easily - I love this feeling of badness I get when I'm ass fucked, and push against his hand and plug. Fully inserted happily inside me, My Man retrieves another toy from the box, and inserts it up my vagina - the feeling is so much to take, both holes full, in fact my mouth too with the gag - and amazing triple filled feeling confusing my senses, sending fullness from everywhere to my brain. He turns me again, and the biting begins once more, hard scratching, pulling, loving every level of pain - each increase making me wetter and wider. The taps are running in the sink, a level of heat is added as he runs the water super hot, gathers a hand ful and slaps my cunt with it - which responds wildly; and then again to the cold water he splashes on my breasts and cunt. The liquid that is coming or going is quite some amount, and he doesn't stop even though he can see me squirting like a maniac all over the floor, my legs, his arms. More water, more squirting - until I shrink myself down the wall, hands still tied behind my back - I end up squatting on the floor, lesg wide open, gagged - a fountain coming from my crotch as he stands and admires his handy work, and the new level of domination he has taken me too. I am a drained mess, in a pool of cum, water and dildos. I pray for my lino.

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Erotic Images Of Cross Dressing Delight

2010-11-27T08:53:00.003Z

I understand that newness is goodness, but an image that is forever fixed in my mind is this one - of My Man's ever cute ass exposed, with clamps dangling from his cock, his legs looking edible in stockings. I love to see him this way, his gender in debate, and submitting to whatever I need to do to him.

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Erotic Curtain Pole Bondage

2010-11-26T08:43:00.005Z

Never knowing, always shocking - a request of breasts out meant so much more than that.Cigarette exstinguished, over to the window, swiftly I'm there - a breif moment of hilarity as I toss the rope over the curtain pole several times before it loops round. This is new, and I like it. New is always good, too many couples remain rigidly unfulfilled in their sex lives, fixed in 'what works' - the reality is that whilst it will work for some time perhaps, it won't work forever. Many couples end up looking elsewhere for sexual excitement, when it fact they can create their own by communicating their ideas and discovering where it could go - and it could in fact go ANYWHERE, the discovery of new needs and sensations is such a wonderful adventure for a couple to go on.

Wrists bound together above my head, rope then tied around my breasts, nipples yanked forward to get a good grip of rope around them. He looks, pauses, head lowers and I get nibbled bitten and pinched so hard, I shut my eyes and enjoy the pain. I open my eyes to increase the joy, my cunt swelling already.

He returns with the hairbrush paddle and the table tennis bat, tits pulled hard out is painful enough, then slapped with the paddle brings the most tremendous rush and instant purple markings to my flesh. He turns me to face the window, exposes my ass, and whacks it several times with the bat, knowing instinctly when the hits become too sharp to take. Turns me again to chew my flesh vicously pulling the sensitive skin between his teeth quickly, I watch this as the marks arrive and my cunt screams. Seen as I'm ball gagged, I have no other choice. He ends the moment and walks away, leaving me dangling on the rope, and feeling properly dominated, at least for the moment.

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Erotic Sex Toy Questions

2010-11-25T07:39:00.002Z

I have often picked up odd items, pondered their use in erotic terms - it's a good way to stretch your erotic imagination, and an interesting way to shop. Although it could be quite a challenge to insert this vase anywhere, the idea of filling it with some kind of bodily fluid appeals - and then pouring it over some sensitive part of a body whilst still warm, preferably steaming. Hmm, erotic ideas to warm up cold winter evenings.

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Erotic Stories Tantric Sex

2010-11-24T07:27:00.000Z

Embark on a Tantric journey toward ultimate sexual pleasure . . . Revolutionize your sex life with Tantric secrets that will bring you to the farthest reaches of physical and spiritual fulfilment. Connect with your partner, tap into your body’s innate energy, revel in orgasms that are a total body experience and discover new ways to enjoy amazing physical pleasure through touch, scent and harmonious breathing. Tantric expert Kavida Rei shows how to explore, experience, and experiment with the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of Tantra. Providing a holistic approach that teaches whole-body harmony, learn how simple meditations and exercises can take you into the realms of ‘heaven-on-earth’ sex; lovemaking on another dimension and intimacy that you never knew could be so fulfilling. Tantric Sex.

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Erotic Guide To Good Mental Health

2010-11-23T07:38:00.002Z

Wierd as it initially seemed to me - eroticism is deeply entwined with mental health. Having your needs met sexually, expressing your genuine needs sends feel good chemicals through your brain and body - dealing with any depressive moods and feelings of inability, lack of control or trust. By submitting totally to your other, absolute trust and understanding is required, accompanied by total honest communication. Carrying out sexual acts which you are not happy with, will be detrimental to you both, no pleasure will be gained. If you go with what pleases you, not with what you think will please your other - you will discover wild levels of satisfaction for you both, if it's done with honest conversation.

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Dark Erotic Sex Photography

2010-11-22T07:02:00.002Z

Early 20th century fetish photography from the Dupre collection. These photographs portray an era between the two world wars when fetish eroticism was de rigueur for French society. Bondage, domination, whipping, caning, spanking and leather are all encountered. Dark Sex.

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Want Erotic Life - Read The Checklist

2010-11-21T08:33:00.000Z

Hindsight is such a wonderful thing - having come out of yet another dip, the reality of life hits me hard, slapping me blissfully around the head, and I wonder how the hell I get in this mess in the first place. Partially I've discovered my joyful contraception is playing tricks with my mind - hormones and depression apparently don't mix (although doctors may say otherwise), so at some point soon, my mind control device - which although has finally settled in terms of incessant bleeding, is still darkening and altering my state of mental health. Grand,

I feel such an idiot once my head is where it should be, and I'm attempting to write this guide and point my head at it firmly the next time I dip, if such a thing should ever happen again. Ahem....

1. The best thing you can do for yourself - is MEDITATE. No excuses, find time, any time, to lie down and breathe, clear your busy overactive mind and just breathe. DO IT WHENEVER HOWEVER, AT LEAST DAILY.

2. Always say what's on your mind - tiny negative thoughts can grow to enormous proportions, and minor worries or thoughts can become major cataclysmic traumas. YOUR BRAIN LIKES TO WORRY - it's natural state is anxious, and you must be aware of how it latches onto fears, negative opinions, upsets and dithers. Once these are voiced and talked about - however small or insignificant - they tend to vanish or atleast you can get a grip on them and see them for what they are, generally not a problem, or a problem that can be rectified. SAY WHAT YOU THINK, whatever it may be. Irritation, concern, annoyance, boredom, nagging doubts, fear, needs - THERE IS LESS HARM IN SAYING THEM AT THIS STAGE, than leaving them til they are spiralling and growing in your turgid head.

3. If you feel like your dipping, SAY SO - and consider why ??? PMS, are you getting enough sleep, do you need to spank your man, have you been taking your vitamins and anti-hormone madness pills.

4. LOOK AFTER YOURSELF - if you can't be right, then how are you gonna be helpful to others. Take your VITAMINS, get enough SLEEP - MEDITATE, write your GOODNESS list. If your head is slipping - read the check list, I think you'll find you've been not doing these things. Depression needs caring for - by caring for your depression you care for yourself, see it as a creature that needs these things to be happy. If you don't keep it happy, it'll make your world seem hellish.

5. If your feeling very un sexy or totally not erotically orientated - strap on your cock - even if you don't put it anywhere, IT DOES WONDERFUL THINGS TO YOUR HEAD. Dress your man and admire him from where ever you are. Don't think it had to go anywhere, or that you don't feel like it - JUST DO IT ANYWAY. There is no room to worry when your head is occupied by opposite thoughts, especially ones of strength, eroticism and stockings. A wet cunt makes a happy head.

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Best Women's Erotica Stories 2011

2010-11-20T08:48:00.004Z

Best Women's Erotica 2011
This year's edition of Violet Blues excellently provocative collection of the finest in Women's Erotica. Make yourself smile and swell with words of passion and kink.

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Erotic Hands 2011 Calendar

2010-11-19T14:15:00.003Z

Erotic Hands 2011. Velvet Edition

Something sensual for each day of the year - just in case you don't have a mind to create your own !

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Erotic Ironing Story

2010-11-18T09:54:00.000Z

Somethings are just plain good for you, somethings just have to be done whether you like them or not. The recent head slip and discussion with mighty man lead to the recurring idea of 'doing what feels good for you' - obviously this does not include ironing, and with limited time available, opportunities need to be grabbed whilst you can. By strapping on my cock, and (trying) to avoid thinking about it - the good feelings just rolled in. Without thinking where it was going or what I was gonna do next, just by wearing my cock and letting my brain subconsciously develop into 'being in charge' and 'in control' - a place where I achingly want to be, seen as my depressive mind seems far better at this than me right now.

By putting your mind somewhere totally different, it seems to lose the ability to head down it's comfortable old route of 'problems, there must be problems, oh yes, I'll make this a problem, that's what I'll do.' Instead of this destructive path, the positive path of dominance and power is automatically taken, and surprisingly once the journey has had it's first step - my mind instantly forgets where it was before.

Strap ons seem to provide mind control, and of my mind - that can only be a good thing. Wonder if you can get them on prescription?

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Erotic Story Of Secret Underwear

2010-11-17T07:03:00.004Z

Erotic Story Of Cycling Stupidity

2010-11-16T08:30:00.004Z

There goes my head again - familiar and sudden drop of my mind into a dark foggy mass, this time accompanied with buckets of wrongness attached to my coupling - in terms of practical Oh my goodness how will these issues ever be fixed kind of way. Hell knows we have plenty of issues that cannot be fixed, so can we just try and fix the ones we can ??? I know I create my excessive anxiety myself, mostly, apart from the fact that My Man's moment living sometimes leaves some space for practical issues to be dealt with - being incredibly good at what you do in specific terms, but generally avoiding more practical things such as heating, a steadier income, both of which may seem numbingly removed from how much anxiety I produce - but in fact have a major impact on our days. Being My Man, one who does what is needed for his woman, he dutifully ( eventually ) went and dealt with these issues - in a casual "Well you just had to say" kind of mode - all very well but I had been doing so for several months, but obviously a near virtual breakdown was what was truly needed for his action.

Ahem.

So, near crisis point avoided - the combination of hormonal circus life, and what felt like a major panic slump induced by self-induced over burdening created something so horrid and vivid and painful that I nearly believed I just couldn't cope. A few days post trauma and all it all seems so stupid and crazed (again). Why I repeatedly find myself in this cycle of sudden depression, panic mode, lack of communication - the eventual honest talk which ALWAYS sorts things out, fears become smaller, confidence is restored, and reality is straightened out. And whilst my head is still doing it's boring twisty thing, it does it with my awareness being all the more of how it actually is - very damn fortunate.

I am so bored and frustrated of my mind and it's lunatic cycles, and whilst they aren't earth shattering and insanely damaging - if I let my unreal thoughts unsaid and un dealt with, I could very well break my world into un-consolable parts. My mind needs something that I either forget to provide it with, or a whole new brand of chemicals........

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Story Of Erotic Belting Sex

2010-11-15T20:33:00.002Z

Stress is a common visitor, but thankfully, My Man is even more so. The deep need to masturbate for My Man's whole attention was fruitful indeed - I love this act, this whoring of my self and my cunt, and our total acceptance and enjoyment of it. He may not be in the mood for missing some time from work, but soon after some viewing of me enjoying my wetness and writhing at how swollen I get, things move along some.

A belt is gained, legs are spread - and cheeks are blissfully whelped. Alot of pain, alot to gain - settling into it and relishing the after effects, all the while having my fingers were he wants them while he whips me, we liked that I tell you.

The swift halt of the belting - I didn't like that, but from the instant whelts that were appearing on my ass, I understood that it was to be belted no more that day - hell knows, swimming with an ass like mine is tricky enough without the addition of belt marks across my hide. Questions will be asked, but more user friendly devices will be sought.

Never mind though, the halt of the belting meant the fucking on the stairs took it's place - belt around my neck this time as I was spread and fucked into silence, no damage done obviously, only severe pleasure, and a wee smidge of friction rub on the chin - a telling tale to those who know.

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Dark Erotic Lesbian Canvas

2010-11-13T08:06:00.003Z

DARK EROTIC LESBIAN INTEREST 42x30

I've been pleasantly surprised by Amazon goodies in the past - this canvas also caught my eye, not only for the obvious openness and enjoyment of the model - but the description also "DARK EROTIC LESBIAN INTEREST". A true enough statement I guess, although from the picture - can you actually tell if the lass is a lesbian ?? Not that you can guess the truth in real life, I often wander around guessing just what other folk I see get up behind closed doors. Peoples assumptions and pre conceptions are often wrong - and the straightest looking folk can get up to the kinkiest things, believe me.

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Erotic Poetry Collection

2010-11-12T08:11:00.003Z

Erotic Poetry Collection

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
Franz Kafka to Milená Jesenská 1922

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Erotic Bondage for Beginners

2010-11-11T09:11:00.000Z

Explore your sexual nature by learning the ancient sensual art of binding your lover. This title presents an introduction to bondage in consensual relationships, "Bondage for Beginners" is non-violent and absolutely safe. Along with rope bondage, and instructions for over 20 different knots to use, there are ideas for incorporating a wide range of restraints into your lovemaking, including cuffs, straps and harnesses. This title helps to discover the different types of fastenings and props that can be used, and get advice on setting the scene and mood. A variety of positions and bonding arrangements, from easy to more complicated ideas, are described, such as the double-limb, the breast bondage and the spread-eagle, as well as self-bondage techniques. Bondage for Beginners.

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Erotic Sex Throat Stories

2010-11-10T10:03:00.003Z

"The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life makes its leap into spirit, and in the other direction gulps down what it needs of the material world."
- John Hoyer

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Story Of Frustration and Erotic Sex

2010-11-09T16:22:00.000Z

Raaahhhhhhhh !!!! Technology can drive a woman wild - doesn't respond to smiles, coffee, patience or multiple arrangements. A raging few hours of failure, coupled with a general lack of energy and plenty other piles of stuff yet to do, made for a pretty unhappy puppy this evening. All the while, My beautiful Man sits working away, clothed in womanly splendour - waiting I'm sure for my attentions. I don't want him to feel ignored or unwanted - I just need more time to function, and then enjoy the extraneous bits with enough attention without thinking of the other 5 million things I need to do.

As it was - by the time we got to the couch, I'd realised all I needed was in fact a bloody great big cooch, and an early night. My Man being my man, had understood this long before I had. Sigh, he's awfully good you know.

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Erotic Autumn Pleasures

2010-11-08T12:45:00.000Z

Having quite the time right now - it seems last weeks eroticism has got us to a level where we can truly enjoy the simpler things in life - driving hunting about photos, drinking coffee, taking the ironic mick out of each other at a constant rate - and generally enjoying what we have created between us.

We both kind of missed the whole anniversary thing - but hey, it just provided more fuel for hilarious moments of teasing and faked anger. I know what matters, and it's about what we have every day - not what can be given only one day a year.

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Erotic Dreams In Nylon Photography

2010-11-07T08:38:00.004Z

The beautiful girls in this book fulfill all dreams of every nylon pantyhose lover. They show us every detail of their well-shaped bodies, long legs and sweet feet. They love to wear expensive pantyhoses and stockings, because they know about the magic of this smooth and sheer material. Patrizio Kroyani - known from the First Class Pantyhose Videoproductions - presents his first picture book with 115 (42 in color) masterpieces of nylon seduction. Dream Girls In Nylon: Fine Art Photography.
It's all very well to enjoy the nylon delights, but why restrict it for women only. I love the joy of hosiery, but even more so on My Man. His legs are longer than mine, and if I'm not wearing them - I don't have to deal with the impracticalities of stocking wearing - I just get to enjoy the pleasures of playing with a Man clad in this most sensual of clothing. Don't knock what you haven't tried - for yet more fun - have you both wear them and see just what happens.

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Erotic Double Stockinged Sex

2010-11-06T20:45:00.000Z

Wow, yum, holy fuck, Oh My God and jinkies - these are the tamest terms I can use to describe last night. After an afternoon of general debauchery and clit wanking, the evening developed in a far more civilised but none the less erotic manner. By dinner time , we were both dressed in feminine bliss - stockings, short skirts and no underwear. We sit and consume dinner, and then return to our work for a while. My cunt is still yelling at me from the earlier kitchen incident, and continued glances at my Man's slinky leg gear is doing very less submission things to my mind.

By the time we settle on the couch for some fine old TV, I'm really not that bothered whats on the screen - more so in the tangle of nylon clad legs in front of us. His thigh exposure is too much to ignore, and soon his cock is waving at my every stroke of anywhere but his cock - I love that, especially from under his skirt.

Eventually, the cock needed taking in hand, the act of which makes my groin writhe and my juice pour. My Man quietly advised I take my right hand and rub my clit gently, but to continue with his cock in my left hand. The thrill of the double action coupled with two pairs of stockinged pins in front of me added bells to my bi sexual transvestite fantasies - confusing to figure which sex I was, but it really didn't matter because it all just felt soooooooo incredible. After some time, positions needed changing - TV really wasn't an issue but me laying with my legs open stroking my insanely swollen clit, lips full and juicey - as he lay stroking his cock inches from me in a scissor kind of position - really did become quite the issue of the moment.

Mutual self masturbation really seems best appreciated whilst both of us were stockinged, hugely aroused and relaxed simply enjoying the act rather than running to get it anywhere else. Slowly we edge closer together and at some point penis touches vagina, adding yet more bliss - it's a killer that physical proximity, and within minutes he was between my legs as I spread myself helpfully on the couch for a swift but so long restrained from, even in thought, I came delightfully as My Man, dressed as a woman, fucked me heartily. Both of us sat in some kind of post gender bending shock afterwards - hell, we even cooched - a new concept that rang my bells almost as much as the acts before it (but not quite).

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Erotic Crazed Fisting Sex

2010-11-05T08:09:00.002Z

So little time to explain, so much went on and so very crazy went my brain during a recent fisting session, all I know was that it was so much, and so deep so swiftly, that an immediate sleep was required before words could be produced.

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Erotic Clitoral Domination Sex

2010-11-04T08:28:00.005Z

Waiting in the kitchen, breasts still bound and cunt by now soaking wet. Legs apart and breathing quickly, waiting for the kitchen pleasure that we've not experienced for a while, well - not with me submitting in there.

"Keeps your legs open and your fucking mouth shut," his face is fierce and serious and makes me know it's gonna be immense. His hand finds my wetness and immediately dives up there. Even though I'm soaking it feels so full and tight and I know we both like that. His face lowers to my nipples and the biting begins again, along with the vertical hand fucking - he seems to be grabbing my insides and pulling them out, with an insane amount of juice too. My eyes are wide as I fix my stance by bracing myself against the fridge and cupboard, and he comes even closer, keeping me where I am with his look and his legs against mine, I feel his ridiculous erection, so hard and against me as I realise he's grabbed my clitoris and made it a penis. This strange feeling of needing to fuck with it, but having it as a clit but as a cock that needs yanking - which if course he knows, and proceeds to yank it repeatedly, hard fast and ignoring my screams and squirts. I hear myself yelling, he tells me to shut it, which I do but it needs out, I need to express the overwhelming pain and stimulation of my secret cock, not strapped on but real - and so it expresses itself from my cunt, I hear it hitting the floor and know I must have drenched his thigh in the process.

He finishes with me, and I stay braced to save myself from falling into my own juice. As he washes my cum from his arm, he reminds me how my wee cock needs wanking, and how he did that and how I need it. These words and his stare produce another orgasm as I stand still panting and dripping onto the pool under my feet.

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Erotic Fun Cannot Be Had With Drugs

2010-11-03T20:20:00.004Z

Strange time tonight having a wee relapse into previous buzz enhancing times. Associations can pop up anywhere. As a result of darker nights, an evening drive on my own with tunes obviously very loud, brought back vivid memories of drug fuelled drives with my previous partner - which were the norm, not proud of it, I know it's dangerous for minds, cars, other road users and human generally - but we did spend maybe 13 years driving round various back routes of England, Wales and Scotland both high as kites - all the while believing we were engaging in 'fun', having 'good times'.

It's taken me three years and alot of thinking to realise that these times we had were so very far from any form of fun. The only journey we actually went on was one of continual distance from each other, more and more each day. As the years rolled by not only our ability to think straight decreased as did our love and interest in each other, until all we had was uncomfortable silence and regret, to which the answer of course was - yet more drugs.

I think of my life now and breathe a huge, lucky sigh of escape from a place that I happily let myself slide and reside in, where thoughts were minimal, care was nowhere and the only thing that mattered was the next batch of shopping. For a smart cookie I sure screwed up for a while there, and am so over the moon that I got myself out of that hole before my brain was totally destroyed and before I lost the compulsion to fix what I'd broken.

So whilst a tiny corner of me panged for a really big stinking fat smoke as I drove around tonight, the rest of my mind and heart sang my praises and kicked my ass into gear for even thinking about it - if I was still doing what I used do - none of the goodness currently in my life would be here at all, and I would not have the reasons to be the happy bunny that I am, straight as a poker, but having more fun than I could ever have had before I found the pleasures in real life, internal self created happiness.

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Erotic Roped Breast Sex

2010-11-02T19:39:00.000Z

I wake with such an exciting need for deep and thorough pain. I express these erotic feelings in a morning call from My Man, and get about my day - knowing that if it'll happen, it's gonna really happen.

From the way my nipples were suddenly squeezed whilst I prepared soup, I knew the pain was gonna be perfect today. We eat the soup, nipples still ringing and my cunt twitching with anticipation. After some time I am called to his feet to stand, rope is obtained and tied so hard around my tits, constructing purple roped underwear designed to cause ultimate (dis)comfort, tightened as my nips are yanked into it, ensuring maximum pressure. Bound and firm , they are now devoured, hard with teeth and refusal of touch by me to My Man. Hands behind my back, not bound - only by his instruction and his look - just as effective as the rope though. Legs wide straddling his thighs as he deals continued hard bites, lunatic sucking from his work chair, cock tenting his trousers - but entirely under his control, as was I as he induced my orgasm through my breasts and out down my open shaking legs.

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Erotic Photography Sex for The Senses

2010-11-01T09:26:00.006Z

The leading Belgian fashion and glamour photographer Frank De Mulder is a celebrated personality within the international photoscene. The above book Senses is a series of nude portraits that captures feminine beauty at its most intimate and beguiling. Senses.

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Erotic Halloween Madness Sex Stories

2010-10-31T09:36:00.003Z

Two young women throw an unforgettable Halloween celebration where murder and mayhem are served up as easily as erotic party favors. By the time the night is over, numerous young men are discovered in pools of blood. One suspect emerges with a surprising motive but even though she's guilty doesn't mean she's the only one to blame. This Halloween, death comes with an agenda and deception masks the motive for murder better than any costume. Enjoy an erotic Halloween story on a Kindle device. Halloween Madness.

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Male Submission Erotic Chastity Device

2010-10-30T09:23:00.000+01:00

Tempted - I'd say so, shiny things and swollen things go so well together I've found. Not entirely sure this would fit My Mutant Membered Man, but hey - half the fun is trying ! Chrome Male Chastity Device.

The recent pleasures of dominating My Man have been deeply needed and even more orgasm inducing than normal. Aching to spank his ordinarily dominant ass, providing me with three gushing orgasms this lunchtime as he lay wide legged and dressed as I like over my lap. Simply the mornings thought of what may happen got the kids to school in hyper fast time, and I even arrived back at home with My man dressed (as ordered through text message) and ready for my pleasure.

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Modern Day Erotic Tale of Female Sexual Submission

2010-10-29T21:12:00.003+01:00

Kate is a submissive. In this candid account she explains exactly what that means and what exactly an independent, 21st Century woman gets out of relinquishing her power and personal freedom to a dominant man for their mutual pleasure. From the endorphin rush of her first spanking right through to being collared, Kate explains in frank and explicit fashion the road she travels as she reconciles her sexual needs with the rest of her life. She'd call it her journey if, in the current climate, that didn't make her sound like a reality TV reject. Suffice to say, if you've ever wondered how, when and why a woman would beg someone to cane her until she comes - or if that's even possible - then this is the book for you. And if you haven't, well this book will give you an insight into the deep end of a dating pool you never knew existed. Daring, controversial, but always fun and astoundingly honest, "Subtext" will be a book no woman can put down. Subtext: A Modern Day Tale of Female Submission.

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Erotic Stocking Shopping

2010-10-28T08:54:00.000+01:00

Even though a severe attack of uterus pain put an end to my erotic actions, as well as making me burn the arse off dinner - initial delight was found when I had My Man try on these super gorgeous stockings obtained from an otherwise dull shopping trip. I saw them, I smiled, I imagined my Man's long slender legs in them, and I just had to have them. I've never been so interested in leg wear and foot clothing as I am now, and still only for My Man, not myself !

I woke up feeling kinda droopy and a bit cuffuffled after yesterday, feeling like I needed to do something empowering and glorious involving My Man, my boots and my ability to dominate. In recent times, I've not noticed my head slipping, and before I knew it - I was somewhere dark and non sexual, aching to be elsewhere and struggling to find my confidence to get there. This time, I felt the start of the slide, and got straight on the case. Off to work wearing my only pair of heeled footwear, as a reminder of how an extra inch of height can making fucking your Man so much more effective, fixing these empowered memories in my mind, right at the front of it seen as wearing heels is such an alien thing for me. A wry smile on my face, no strap on strapped on (my employer is open minded but there are limits I guess), but with the boots giving me that certain bell ringing vibe, my head was heading the correct direction.

Being so unused to wearing them, and not correctly planning my day - I foolishly ended up wearing my boots round town after work on a shopping mission. Needless to say, by my return my feet were screaming at me, and never wanted to see the boots again ! Not an ideal direction in erotic perversity, well perhaps, but not for us. Before my feet began to howl, I did happen across these incredible stockings, which were the only thing to keep me moving round town and not calling an ambulance to take me and my unhappy feet to my car.

So between that, and the sudden onset of period pain horrors shortly after dressing My Man, the most that I could do was snap his divine pins from where I sat working away, him in his finery and me trying to overcome my physical narks, but alas - failing.

The time, however will come, as will we both. And although My Man's cock hardened simply at the sight of the stockings, restrained and controlled as he is, the evening ended with him removing the clothes and himself for me to get an early night, without any hint of anger, disappointment or instance of a quickie of any kind - that Man of mine, unique in so many ways.

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Erotic Suds Sex and Legs

2010-10-27T18:16:00.000+01:00

I would say that his cock appears so very large because the camera angle, if that were true, but ladies - I hate (love) to inform you, it really is that large. As for My Cock, it's not that small - well, it doesn't seem too small when I'm feeding it into his man cunt, and when I don't have his enormous appendage in my view, but hell I like it too much anyway. We both have cocks, and we both have cunts, and my when we can - we sure enjoy them.

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The Painful Story Of Erotic Sexual Needs

2010-10-26T07:10:00.002+01:00

A beautiful morning, leisurely, sunny and peaceful - all the while I have this need ticking in my brain, a need for pain. Needs can be good things, but also negatives when one gets lost and obsessed with them. Though I've been taught to express my sexual and other needs, I am often reminded of my 'needy' requests and how they can destroy what is essentially a great thing. Unspoken needs I know can be damaging, but just because a need is voiced does not mean it is met - erotic domination wouldn't be so if this was the case. At the same communication is required, vagina status' are always helpful too (especially with one like mine) - and the frustration is part of the erotic tension, the surprise of where the day may be lead, and to what extent.

All I know right now, is that at some point - sexual pain will be inflicted. Today my needs are not even penetrative, the want of being filled to the point of explosion and beyond - I've discovered that what REALLY makes me content, is erotic pain - the mind bursting sensation of your nipples gripped tightly and pulled far from your body is a wonderful thing, but the even sharper reality of the breast flesh attached to them getting slapped fiercely is the kind that my body aches for right now.

The bare assed spanking, I'm hoping will descend into whipping, to mark me and make me ache for days afterwards - the secret reminder of how much pain I've enjoyed, the limit being reached and taken a wee bit beyond. Each session we have increases tolerances each time, each new level becoming a marker of how deeply we are bound together and the tightness of our connection.

The physical trust required to be pulled around by the roots of your hair, treated roughly with love and dealt blows that you know are both measured and sent with pleasurable intentions, the smooth rush of endorphins filling your heart with understanding and acceptance, where you both relish the extent and intensity of the act - pleasing us both of ways that could only be achieved with the deepest kindness there could be.

Of course, by simply expressing these desires - it guarantees nothing, but by thinking them I have created my own pre ambling feelings of arousal, to enjoy through the day and beyond. Whether the reality of them comes alive today or not, I know that at some point it will, and that it is understood, and that's what matters.

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Hard Times Need Hard Communication

2010-10-25T15:26:00.004+01:00

Going to where I did today was entirely the right thing to do - some may think it's pointless and foolish so long after the event, but even still - just because time has gone past, and the damage been long ignored by a lack of action - it doesn't mean that amends can't be made.

Although the tree I planted last year is no longer there, I feel the importance of the spot I buried my words and my sadness over my first child when I went there today. This year, I must admit - did not feel as overwhelmingly sad as the previous anniversaries. And whilst it felt like a positive move towards healing was carried out, still there is an ache and a sadness of how things were not dealt with, how words were not exchanged and emotions not spoken of with the man who was the offspring's Dad.

It's frightening how badly things can be dealt with, when I look back I see virtually the whole of the thirteen year relationship was stumbled through, assuming and avoiding, hiding and shut away from each other and the truth of where we were. But mistakes are ALWAYS made, essentially the point is to learn from them, and that is truly what I've done. I will never be in a relationship where truths aren't voiced, and where my needs and feelings aren't expressed - by not completely letting each others into your minds, how can you actually be together and get through the harder times that we all undoubtedly face. Hard times require hard communication, without that difficulties grow and there is no likelihood of recovery. Burying emotions and not saying what you really need to is no way to cope with stresses, no matter how much you think you are helping the situation. The harder the times, the even more essential it is to voice every thought and feeling, without this there will be no healing.

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Visual Story Erotic Cock Shower

2010-10-24T08:30:00.003+01:00

Best Stories Of Women's Erotica 2010

2010-10-23T07:27:00.003+01:00

This is the erotica anthology series that truly delivers. Best Women's Erotica 2010 is packed with risky, romantic thrills and erotic adventure - both inside the bedroom and out.The exact stories contained within the anthology are yet to be announced - Violet Blue is sifting through the year's best stories to find the best of the best - but the results of her search are bound to be explosive. Best Women's Erotica 2010.

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