Not forgotten!

Sorry to the blog readers that we haven’t really written much but it invariably happens where we go off on an event which derails the writing and then we don’t get back into the swing of things. Add to that added dynamics in the house and patterns in the house have to change and adjust, so one of the things to get dropped is the blog.

We had a lovely time in DC with another 1200 of our closest kinky friends around President’s weekend, but the weather didn’t cooperate enough to allow us to do much tourist wandering, although being on the crew, the weather was absolutely PERFECT. We really do enjoy being part of the crew though it is a lot of work.

So, she and I played together, I got to spend some quality time with Lady J and we had a good time. Given our work schedules we viewed the event as more vacation time for me and was supposed to be vacation time for her as well, with some work sprinkled in. It ended up being a great time (you get the camp you need, not the camp you want), though I was terribly tired by the time we got back home.

And then work took over for us, along with life. I have no complaints. All my stress and problems are minor and first world problems.

Fast forward to March and here we are well into it. We’ve had a lovely few days together lately. She’s discovering that she enjoys Manhattans (the cocktail) and we’re adjusting our home bar to suit. I’m on a trip to NH today so have stopped in a tax free NH liquor store and stocked up for the coming weeks. A party to attend and a beautiful hotel room are in our future tonight before I play the role of Dad with one of the kids tomorrow who has an event 150 miles from home. And yep, I’m driving down there to visit him at the event and then return. Dads in divorced families may do things like this.

Our household situation has changed too. We used to be a communal house of two women and two men. Previous to that we were three women and one man. And right now Chloe is outnumbered, 3-1. And the energy in the house is… off. It’s simply not right. I thrive on the feminine energy that’s normally in the house and Chloe loves that I do. When it was a 3-1 F/m house, she would always smile and smirk at me knowing that I was in service to women all the time. I was doing all my chores not just for Chloe, but for the rest of the women too, even if they didn’t know it. And now, with the wrong energy men in the house I often get a case of the fuck-its wherein I’ll let some of the normal tasks go because the other men in the house are the cause of the mess/dirt/issue. And she’s cutting me some slack on that. She recognizes that the energy is wrong and it is at a polar opposite to how I work. I am actively avoiding the common areas of the house and retreating to the bedroom far more often than I used to. This is a temporary situation. And by the end of April I expect that the house will be back to at 3-1 F/m, perhaps a 3-2 F/M for a little while, which will be difficult – Five people in the same space will be tight – and could be tedious – but we hope the other couples work schedule will work with all of ours and not be too onerous. At the least, the very opposite energy should be out of the house by the end of March and things will get better. And if not, well, it’ll be spring and I’ll just spend that much more time camping!

But we make time for each other and perhaps the opposite energy person has driven us together in some ways. We share our own positive energy together while leaving the other energy behind. We escape to our room and snuggle in.

She has been flirting hard with me the past few days and we’ve been sharing more than just the usual FLR porn, but a combination with couples fucking. She’s been hinting at hard fucking and that’s exactly what I’ve been able to give her a few times this weekend already. It all ends up being in service to her, though I do take a delight in fucking her so hard that it makes her silent. She’s able to make me cum in seconds if she’s able to taunt me verbally, so being able to make her silent is a key skill in being able to fuck her hard and long. So I exploit that where I can. And yet, when I first head into us fucking, I’ll be the one on my knees next to the bed, lapping at her asshole as she moans and wiggles her ass in response to my oral attentions. While that’s happening my hand squeezes my cock to bring it to hardness. If she’s particularly impatient, she’ll taunt me verbally, calling me her dirty boy, ordering me to get my tongue in there. But usually she just lets me take my time, get the cock hard and then dive in deeply to spread her pussy wide open. I often long for her to be more verbal while I’m licking her, but that might end up being self defeating, right? Her words get me hard, and I fuck her once I’m hard. So if she speaks more, I get hard quicker and she gets less oral attention. Well, she wouldn’t have to get less oral attention if she ordered me to keep my face down there and pleasure her that way. Hrmmmm… something to consider.

In the past few days we’ve shared a few robust fucking sessions. This morning she reveled in my struggles to keep from cumming. She also smiled widely as I orgasmed while fucking her, still no spilling. But she also was more than happy to tease me as I came to her afterward, her hand on my stiff prick and her mouth in my ear whispering the dirty things she thinks, driving me to the edge and making me utter “Stop!” – at which time she’d smack my body somewhere.

This has been a terrible random rambling post, but it is a little bit of a flare shot into the sky to let y’all know we’re still here. Your comments and questions are always appreciated. Feel free to say hello. We do enjoy it.

Quick. Really quick!

This morning, to keep “the streak” going, I pushed her into the bedroom and then pushed her over the bed. It was not very forceful, but I knew that we would have limited opportunity once my kids arrived for a couple weeks, so I needed to strike while the iron was hot.

“You have one minute.”

“To cum?”

Tongue in deeplyShe didn’t answer, but I had her bent over, her shorts and panties down and had already loosened the tie on my slave pants, they slid down to my ankles with no trouble. I quickly knelt behind her and got my tongue into her ass, the quickest way to getting me to hardness.

“15 seconds elapsed, pup…” she said as my tongue lapped at her ass. My hand on my cock had be semi-hard, but not rigid. Her words made me hard enough to enter, once I put spit on my head and on her pussy opening. Standing behind her, I slid in quick and deep. She moaned. “Unfffffff” was her only available response now.

“Did I have one minute to cum?” I repeated my query.

“What do you think?” I knew the answer.

“Please…. please…. ”

She laughed, I fucked. “No, no, that’s not going to happen. And you have 30 seconds left.” I moaned. I stopped fucking. I was already at the edge. She laughed more. “Like I would have let you cum if you could… don’t you know better by now?”

I slid into her again, having regained some of my composure. She groaned again as I filled her.

“Ten.” I fucked deep and full.

“Five” I pulled out.

“Very well, you were about done anyway. I’m done with you.” She stood from her position, pulled up her panties and shorts and left me there, my cock in my hand, pulsing uselessly. I stroked my cock just once and a large drop of cum dripped from the head – she gasped – I never saw it, as I had removed my glasses.

“Clean that fucking carpet and get your fucking uniform on. I’m done with you.” She walked out of the room.

And so ended day 15 of consistent fucking and denial. I’ve been denied for far longer but we’ve fucked every single day for 15 days. This seems to be a streak she intends to keep going.

I love how hungry you are

VenusButterflyThis was the text I received from her this morning after I had shared a 4 image series of pics, one of which is included here. And indeed, I am hungry. She’s denied me for over 100 days. And last night, while our reunion was sleepy and tired and we both desired deep slumber, she also was aroused by my naked body next to hers, my gentle petting of her pussy, my nuzzling her arm, petting her body… I could tell she had already touched herself, as I could smell her while she pet my face.

We caught up from our weekends apart, I pet and nuzzled her, she grew sleepy. She got up to go to the bathroom before we both settled in for sleep. I placed her body pillow in the right position, set the covers to accept her into the bed, moved her squishy pillow to the right spot. She returned, got into bed and her hand grabbed at the back of my head, quickly pulling my head of its pillow and toward her pussy. I cleaned her diligently, thankful to be between her legs and servicing her, as well as pleasuring her. My tongue lapped all around her pussy and then settled a few broad tongued strokes across the top of her clitoral hood, shaking the jewelry that has lived there for years. Now her hand pulled at my hair again, pulling me up, moving my body in between her legs, my hard cock ready to be inside.

“May I, Ma’am?” I asked as I wet the head with my hand.

She breathed out the word “Yes” and I was in her before the “s” faded. “Good boy!” she breathed out. I thrust twice and pulled back, already close to the edge. Gradually I was able to fuck her, one thrust at a time, her fingers danced on her clit while I did so.

“How does it feel to fuck without cumming for 102 days?”

“It’s intense, I can barely keep myself calm enough.”

“How long have I denied you?”

“102 days Ma’am.”

“Say it, say it all… ”

“You’ve denied me for over 100 days Ma’am. I haven’t cum in over 100 days.”

“No, you haven’t. Maybe you’ll never cum again… ” I pulled out. “Put it back in!”

“I can’t! I’m too close Ma’am, it’s been over 100 days.”

“Over 100 days of denial pup?” she was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Yes Ma’am” I whimpered, almost whining.

“100 days of no cumming. Oh those balls are so full, I can feel how heavy they are. Fuck me, pup!” I slid in, then out again. “FUCK ME, PUP!” I slid in and out again.

Her orgasm hit her quickly. Surprised, she had just pushed herself over the edge. She was falling down the other side of the mountain head over heels. I breathed deeply and entered her again, she squeezed my cock, I held steady. She cried out, I held steady. I slid in just a bit deeper, she squeezed me hard and thrashed. When she could breathe again, she uttered “Good. Boy!” I had to pull out. She uttered dismay at my leaving her. I apologized.

“Do you need cleaning, Ma’am?”

“Yes, pup, clean me.” I did, sliding from my cock between her legs to my mouth, where I cleaned her. Soon we were spooned again together, under the covers.

Now I felt it. I felt it within me. She heard me moan and I moved slowly against her, I knew what was in me, coupling with her after being away for two nights made this body to body intimacy grow this in me. I asked. “May I orgasm, Ma’am?”

“Yes, pup.” I let down the internal barrier holding back my orgasm. I let the energy cycle around in its circular path. The energy flowed and built. I was close, I could feel it. My cock swelled and rubbed against her. I clutched her tightly, spooning her, my hand on her breast. I was close. I asked her “please…  how many days… will I ever cum again?” She knew where I was going, she helped push me to the edge.

“102 days pup. One Hundred and Two.” I pulled her tightly into me. I tensed. “I don’t know that you ever need to cum again, pup. I don’t know why I need that. That mess. I get all I want from that cock and I don’t think I need any more than that pup. No, I don’t think you’ll ever need to cum again, pup.” And from that edge she pushed me to, those last sentences pushed me over the edge. While she had rolled down a mountain when she went over the edge minutes before, I fell off a cliff, suspended in mid-air, my entire body grabbed at her, my arms, legs, hips, cock, hands, everything. I grabbed tightly at her. Falling yet suspended and then WHAM, I hit the ground, my body shaking violently as I hit, the orgasm washing through me, over me, it made me shake so intensely.

I remembered to breathe, as best I could. I loosened my grip. I thanked her. One decent aftershock and we were in bed together, spooned, ready for bed, we slumbered, we slept. I’m not sure when I moved again, but it felt like I was wrapped in her for 8 hours.

Safe work attire

Friday had me heading to work wearing my usual casual attire. Yes, we actually do relax on Friday. That doesn’t mean we go from ties to shorts, but it does usually mean jeans for me. But this week, I had to really check the v-neck shirt I was wearing to make sure the cane marks were covered. They were, barely, but I was aware of the possibility that someone would see.

She had caned my ass, thighs, chest, back and even her cock. I’m not sure what got into her wanting to cause me such pain, but… I’m happy for it. Perhaps it was just the perfect alignment of a roommate saying “I won’t be back tonight… ” and another roommate headed to the graveyard shift… and her telling me after these two people left “You should probably be naked now.” And I was naked. And she took me to the bed room where she had me clean her, then she beat me, used me, fucked me, rode me, then took my deep into her in the “L” position, where we both were afforded very big and beautiful orgasms simultaneously. That’s rare for us. And of course, there was the obligatory cleanup, which I was happy to perform.

But then she warned me to dress carefully Friday morning, as I had welts all over. “I hope you’re not planning to swim this weekend… ” – which is a possibility any weekend I have my kids – because even winter isn’t a reason to NOT swim someplace… but that won’t be happening, obviously. ;)

So, it was a damn good week. Let’s hear it for communicative roommates that leave for the night. For easy access to canes. For well placed lube locations that are always able to help insert something into a willing bottom’s bum. And a beautiful and sexy Mistress to take all these pieces, orchestrate them together and build a symphony of our bodies.

It’s the thought…

Not that counts, but it’s the thought that carries us through the day.

I know that I was rude or disobedient to fuck her this morning, but she always says that she likes when I follow through with my threats.

“If you don’t get up now, you’re going to get fucked”

She snoozed in bed. “Last warning… ”

She barely flipped her hair at me.

So, I proceeded to get up off my own drowsy butt, climb over her body and start positioning her body. She, laying on her left side. Her left leg straight, right leg bent, leaving herself open to me. “You’re not even hard!” she tried to combat my advances with this minor taunt.

“But I will be.” And I was. And then I made my hand wet, her pussy wet, my cock wet and slid in. She groaned.

She knew it was inevitable and even if her left hand tried to scratch at me, she wanted it and she could have easily either gotten away or told me to heel.

So I fucked her. I got to a point of where I was really pounding her. And then I started getting too close to cumming, so I slowed down. The bucket, being so jostled, spilled a little over the top of itself, like any bucket does, she felt it, I felt it, neither of us cared. I grabbed her phone and took a couple pictures that she could see how I see things from up there, and I pressed deep into her.

And somewhere, hours from now, when she’s busy at work or dealing with something else in her very hectic life, she’ll think back to this morning. She’ll grin at her own self for lying there and thinking “He’s not going to fuck me.” and then “Oh God, he’s going to fuck me!” and then “Oh good, he’s fucking me!”. She’ll smile. Maybe she’ll look at her phone and see me fucking her. But she’ll smile at the thought of the awesome love we share, our playfulness, our sexiness, the beauty we share between us morning, noon and night. Oh that smile.

If I’m lucky, she’ll send me a text to let me know that she is thinking about it.


(The admin of the site apologizes for the lack of a picture to accompany this post, but finding just the right image to show our position is not possible this morning. Be assured that the admin will be summarily punished later)

Back home

Despite a small flotilla of first world problems pushing against me, I’ve made it back to Madame and even made it for last night’s party. T put out a beautiful spread of nosh-able food and we had lots of white wine and some other drinks as well. It was an excellent time – a good welcoming back home. There was even a kilt check from a vanilla friend involved – which caused some significant chuckling at my expense, but no embarrassment to me. (After all, I’d serve naked if I could!)

Chloe and I retreated to the bedroom soon after returning home where we cuddled, talked, groped, made out, fooled around and then she got ready for bed, leaving me to undress her while she put herself onto her side of the bed. I ended up kneeling between the wall and the bed with my tongue strategically located to lap at her beautiful pussy. She loved feeling the long broad strokes of my tongue and I think her favorite part of that was while she was beating me with my own collar by flipping it down and whipping my back, I would cry out into her pussy, muffling my near screams between her legs. It was more intense than I expected, but we soon found ourselves together in bed again, my face now awash in the scent of her.

I rubbed her body, worked a knot out of her upper back and massaged her gently from my side of the bed. Soon she let me know it was time for my evening devotional and my tongue was between her cheeks, my hands on her bottom and thighs and I was doing those lovely things that good dogs do for their Mistresses. We soon tumbled into some lovely fucking with which I could not keep up with, so I deployed our favorite fake cock to finish up and let her grab tightly at it while she had a big beautiful orgasm, grasping at the copper colored cock while my cock, hard and frustrated, pretended it was in her as I thrust my hips uselessly toward her. Soon the copper colored cock was out of her, in my mouth and my cock was inside her again, such a lovely lovely place to be. So tight now after her cumming and without having been fucked in weeks, it grasped at me wonderfully and I gently and easily moved in and out of her… a lovely little enjoyable fucking from which I knew there would be no relief for me. We are now 173 days into my denial and there are signs she may be ready to write another chapter in this story, but until then, she enjoys watching me struggle with resisting cumming.

We slept well and in the late night potty break that often happens after a wine and nosh party, we fucked again, then fell back to sleep together. I awoke, my leash wrapped around my neck but still attached to my collar. I got up, made the bed still collared and leashed, then removed my collar, tucked it under the pillow where it belong, coiled her leash, put on my glasses and greeted the rest of our little home as I reached for the cup of coffee.

Vacations are nice, but it’s very good to be home and back in the place where I belong.

Tales from camp: Dude in distress II

I won’t retell all the detail from us getting to the Dudes in Distress orgy, but this was the third scene that happened in that lovely evening. In the second scene, I had just been an extra hand, helping jerk someone else off all while getting my cock sucked by someone else. As I was lying there on the gym mats, Madame came up to me and whispered “You’re going to get fucked tonight. And I’m going to watch you get fucked tonight.” Naturally, this roused my prurient interest and my cock swelled. We finished the scene that was going on and while it wrapped up Madame gave me instructions on where I should be and how I should position myself.

I was peeled off of the previous pile of bodies to a position more on my own and Madame, while waiting for her accomplice, started fingering my ass and whispering in my ear “She’s got a very big cock on her and she’s coming here to fuck you, just so we can see you get fucked. All the women in here will be smiling while they watch you take that big cock. And the men will be jealous of you getting fucked like that too.” My cock leaked. Her fingers probed, more lube was applied, my ass opened. Madame took a break from opening me and I lay on the mat by myself. It was a warm enough evening, I was still dressed in the chaps and the bow tie, but I’m not sure if the vest was still on me at this point. The chaps, I was told, had made my ass a beautiful target not just of paddles and hands, but strap-on cocks and real cocks from around the tent.

Pinned down like this, but different. No comfy mattress, just a wrestling mat.

Pinned down like this, but different. No comfy mattress, just a wrestling mat.

Soon I heard a new voice and felt another set of hands on me. A woman was positioning me, and then gloved fingers massaged my ass. First one finger, then two, then a declaration of “I think he’s ready.” I could touch my Mistress’ leg while this other woman got behind me and lubed her cock, then started pressing it into me. I will admit there was some measure of mismatch… some confusion… some “not fucking” wherein I started to feel a little frustrated, but my partner in this story of sodom was imminently patient and after several adjustments, her cock slipped into me and she started fucking. Her patience was appreciated and her cock was now being appreciated as well. Lying down on my belly, I could not see her, but I could feel her, grabbing at the leather on my hips, pulling me into her and pressing my body against the mat. There was nowhere for me to go. It was difficult to get away from the fucking, if that’s what I thought I wanted to do. When you’re pinned down between a lovely woman, her cock and the mat, there’s really no place to go.

She fucked and I moved against her, turning it into a “we fucked” moment. It felt good, which is something that hasn’t happened a lot in the few strap-on fucking moments I’ve had. They’re usually more awkward and often more frustrating, but this… oh this… Soon I was lying there, my left hand wrapped around my Mistress’ foot and was having a nice wonderful orgasm, my arching back and my arms pressing compelling me to rise from the mat, all while she was still fucking me. And then I collapsed to the mat again. My Mistress leg moved away from me. And yet LJ’s leg was near to my right arm, so I clutched that. And I held her foot through the next orgasm, again arching, pressing, stretching myself all while my strap-on cock equipped partner fucked me constantly.

Soon enough the second leg disappeared from my realm. The tent, although it was lit beautifully, disappeared for me. I don’t remember closing my eyes, but I knew that I saw nothing. I now felt the ground for something to hold, to keep me grounded. The cock slid out, she re-positioned and put it back in and fucked me again. It felt to me like she was getting into it, but I don’t know if she was getting off on it, still she fucked. My hands still searched for something to grab. No tent poles. No furniture. No people. Nothing, but… finally, the edge of the mat. I found it. It was a hard edge and I could pull it up just enough to grab, so I did. I melted into that mat, became a part of it and I felt almost as inanimate an object as the mat. There was a beautifully animate person driving a lovely thick inanimate cock into this person who had become a part of the mat. Alone on the mat, I had become the mat and I relished her pounding of my ass. I had two more orgasms while she fucked me, then I had to stop. Through the entire night, I think I had seven orgasms and my body was tired. And this fucking had been beautiful and lovely. I lay on the mat, wasted and tired and, oddly enough without achieving ejaculation, sated. Yes, I was satisfied with all of it. I had plenty of pleasure and just needed a few moments to lie there and relax. And so I did.

A few minutes later, as I consciously willed myself into getting up, because I don’t want to just lay there all night in afterglow, we peeled off the random pieces of “chuck” from my sweaty skin, I greeted my new found friend, learned her name, failed to ask her if I could use her name in this blog entry, sipped water, laughed, thanked her for her patience and, in general, had a very lovely time.

Thus far, this has been the most satisfying strap-on fucking I’ve ever had. It certainly was a lovely time and the presentation of it was also so lovely, wherein I didn’t see the strap-on wielding partner until after, I was successfully penetrated from behind and I had four frikkin orgasms! How cool is that?

I do have to say that I am very happy for this session to have happened and thankful to my lovely Chloe for making it happen. I do love how she gets things worked out for me and has made many a think work out for me in the past. Thanks, Ma’am. You’re so lovely for finding beautiful people to fuck me. ;)

Since then, I’ve spoken with Chloe about more strap-on play. How I know that it’s often presented in very D/s ways, but I also want us to be able to have a strap-on session wherein it’s loving and beautiful and, much like some of the time when I’m having sex with her, just us fucking. I’d love for her to be experienced enough with my ass to be able to just say “I’m fucking you tonight… ” and not have it be a big deal and not that it has to be something that’s necessarily D/s, but just another way to make love together. If we could find a way for her to be able to have an orgasm from fucking my ass while still denying my pleasure, that would be beautiful. I look forward to that day happening sometime soon. In the meantime, I’ll look back at this camp and this lovely Dudes In Distress orgy with great fondness. I really do love camp.

Not always behaved

This morning she posted and showered. I woke up and caffeinated. She sat there on the bed staring at the clothes, wearing a sweatshirt and panties.

I came into the bedroom and smirked at her, pushed her back on the bed, climbed up, kissed her deeply and slid down her body. And then – I misbehaved.

I pushed her legs back and rolled up her panties, exposing her beautiful pussy. The ring on her clitoral hood peeked out from between her labia. She smiled, I could hear her smile. I kept my hands on the backs of her thighs while I squatted in front of her. My tongue delved into her pussy to taste her and make her wet. I now stood in front of her, her legs in the crooks of my arms, I wet the head of my cock and slid deeply into her. She started talking “You’re not going to be able to last, are you?” I put a pillow on her face. She could hear my smile.

I fucked her. Hard. Deep. She pulled the pillow off her face and spoke again. “You couldn’t do this last night. You were so on the edge. Today you’re able to” her voice sang to me, pushing me higher. I put the pillow back on her face and fucked her hard and deep. I pulled her hands and pulled her body against mine as I turned from a good boy to a naughty boy. Soon I was at the edge and she started grinding against me, providing a delicious friction to my cock head and pushing me to the edge. I uttered “STOP!” quickly and she stopped, smiled and pulled the pillow off her face. Soon she did it again. Again and again we did this, until she had me pushed far too close to the edge. I smiled at her. I pulled out, squatted in front of her again, cleaned her pussy of her own lubrication and licked her as dry as I could, and briefly licked her ass when I was done. I then started to roll her panties back up her and she let her legs slide off the bed as I moved back, helping her dress. We kissed, deeply. “You’re a naughty dog… ”

“Yes, I am.” I smiled.

I showered and within 10 minutes of all this behavior, I am locked securely and her key dangles between her breasts.

Happily locked, looking forward to camp, thrilled to be her plaything. Life may be busy and stressful, but life is good. Very good.

Close to the edge

Last night was an absolutely lovely night. I worked hard at the office, worked hard at home, but I also enjoyed half a beer, which was nice. Still on my way toward losing the weight, but taking some pleasure along the way. And after all, beer is bread and bread is essential. Well, sort of.

 

We had a good evening and I ran some errands, but we ended up in bed and I did my cleaning of her, as usual, but then I lingered around her bottom longer. Again, she lay on her belly and left side, her right leg bent a little and my head rested on the inside of her left thigh as I kissed her ass and rubbed her back. I did this for at least 20 minutes, if not a half hour, all the while my cock strained, full and hard. She sent a signal for her to join me and found her balls in her left hand, she squeezed them very hard, almost making me orgasm with the first squeeze. “I was thinking about fucking that cock, but you’re probably useless to me, aren’t you?”

“Probably so, Ma’am.”

But in the end, it didn’t stop her. She rolled to her back and we assumed “the most comfortable fucking position in the world” and I entered her. Several times as she would raise her hips I would pull my cock out, or I would simply say “stop stop stop!!” as she started grinding. Eventually, there were enough close calls, enough times where the edge was reached, that I was able to safely be inside her for a moment or three. I also did some math problems in my head. Yes, it’s true, I wasn’t thinking entirely of my Mistress while she fucked me. She continued, I did my best. “1,576, 1,583, 1,590… ” and yet eventually she brought herself up to an orgasm, so beautifully and she tilted her pelvis just slightly, rubbed against the head of my cock, she uttered “Good boy!” and this sent me right up to the very edge of the cliff and I pulled out uttering a reply of “NO!” as I was so very very close to cumming. To spilling it all. To changing the odometer from 98 to 0. Because yesterday was day 98. Tomorrow is day 100. And last night was an orgasm for my Mistress that she said I “robbed something from her… ” for which I feel so very bad.

The denial thing is lovely. It’s fun. We have a great deal of fun with it. But I do confess that the way it puts me on edge and makes me not be able to fuck her in the way that she deserves is one of the hardest parts of it. She deserves to get a good cock to be able to fuck her hard and long, but when I’ve been denied, and when she whispers anything to me, it sends me so close to the edge and risks pushing me over.

I know last night that the bucket spilled over into her. It’s not unusual. It’s not terrible. It helps to take some of the edge off of the sexual peak and allows me to be in some way useful to her as a cock-wielding man. But damn does it take a while to get to a safe place. And sometimes it still leaves me very near the edge.

Tomorrow will be 100 days since we all had leap day. I bet you didn’t know that. But I know it. Very much so. And I feel bad that Madame had part of her orgasm taken away from her, absolutely. But I wasn’t going to let the accident happen and turn that odometer back to zero. That would have been far worse, especially as we start packing for camp, where I’m hoping she might let me spill, somewhere in the realm of over 112 days or more. Or perhaps she won’t. I still don’t know. I still think it may have to do with whether I make my weight loss goal. But we’ll find out before the end of the month. Day 99. Whew. Remind me to post about the whole counting and big numbers thing. I’ve wanted to post about that too.

Explosion of scent

You know after you’ve been out camping for the weekend and you head home and get into the shower on Sunday afternoon? You get in, turn on the shower and the instant the water hits your naked body and especially when it runs through your hair, the smell of wood smoke explodes from your skin and hair… your nostrils fill with the scent and you smile over all those good things that happened on the trip. I’ve always loved that experience, that punctuation to end a camping trip. It’s far more enjoyable than the “unloading all the camping gear into the bins” and washing all the dishes you ignored on Sunday morning punctuation.

Well, I get that same explosion of scent some morning after my lover and I have had some good fucking. Like last night. And this morning. And when I went into the shower I could smell her so intensely, so wonderfully, it instantly brought my cock to attention and I smiled at our fun that we had the night before. And that morning as well. ;)

Sure, I’ll admit that I took the soap to my cock and stroked it while I reminisced about our recent couplings. No problem there. ;)

Just another lovely reminder of the joy that she and I share, often, together.