Posted in sex, toys | August 13th, 2008 by Coy Pink
Thank you alcohol, Hitachi Magic Wand, and my husband’s skillful tongue for a wonderful night last night. Were any one of you missing from the action, the results would have been lovely, sure, but not the epic performance of which I was part last night. I would also like to give an honorable mention to my husband’s fingers and my lactating breasts. Fingers, you are versatile players. Appearing not only in my pussy and ass, but pulling the milky goodness from my breasts. You also worked flawlessly with the rest of the hand, bringing stinging blows to my anxiously awaiting rear. Bravo, my friends. Lest you think me daft, please be assured I have not forgotten the star of the show: the cock. A stellar performance; you kept going right to the end. Your finale left me breathless. You are gracious, letting others share the spotlight, but you never let me forget who the lead player is.
Thank you all for the parts you played in making me a most satisfied woman.
Posted in shopping, toys | August 12th, 2008 by Coy Pink
Hub and I blew the dust off the ol’ nipple clamps last night. Good fun, good fun. We haven’t used them in years and it was nice to toss them into the mix again. I don’t know if the clamps had anything to do with it (they were no longer on when I came) but I had the Amazing Never-Ending Orgasm last night. While Hubby is always good at delivering wonderful orgasms, this one took me completely by surprise. Intense! That boy knows how to work it. I was a limp, giggling, panting mess of a woman when he was finished with me. It was a lovely end to the evening.
I’ve been trying to decide what we should buy next. Cuffs or a crop? I know we could just get both but a little deprivation is always good.
Cuffs: I would love if they could be pink. Here are a couple of pairs that I have my eye on:
If anyone has suggestions or alternate products recommendations, I’d love to hear them. When we make a purchase and try out our new toy, I’ll be sure to share my thoughts.
As we finish up our shopping trip at Lovers, we decide to drive-through somewhere to get a drink before picking up the kids and heading home. My pants are soaked from my earlier play session in the car (no panties of course, it was strip club night) and I’m feeling naughty. We exchange playful glances. He tells me he wants my pants around my ankles. Who am I to argue? There’s still a bit of a drive ahead of us, plenty of time for Round Two.
As we pull up to the drive-through, I want to see if I can make myself come before we get to the window. Since my pants are on the floor, I cover my lap with my wrap, and turn the vibe to the highest setting. I put it right on my clit and squeeze my legs together. The vibration is intense and feels so good. Again there is the element of “will someone see me?” that adds to the excitement. I am rubbing the vibe around my clit, trying to find just the right spot. I am writhing around on the seat, giving myself over to the pleasure. Every so often I glance over at him and smile, knowing he is loving every minute of this. A few minutes pass and we’re at the window, picking up our drinks. I cover my legs a bit and smile at the girl inside the restaurant, thrilling at the secret she is unaware of. As we pull away, I ask Hub to park the car. I want to finish here, where he can fully enjoy the show, unhindered by driving. I haven’t come yet but I know an orgasm isn’t far off.
As he pulls into the parking spot, I’m hit with an amusing thought. This is the same restaurant where we met for our first date (fast food and video games). Here we are, almost 15 years later, stopping for a much hotter purpose. Though it is getting late and we are parked in a fairly dark spot, there is still the chance of being seen. But that is the last thing on my mind right now. I readjust myself on the seat so that Hub can have a view of my pussy. He wastes no time at all, jumping in to help. He slides his fingers in my pussy and with the other hand, pinches my nipple through my shirt. I am still working on my clit with the vibe, intent on finishing the job I’ve been given.
This luscious action continues for a few minutes and then he sits up, removing his hands from me. I look over to see him unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down a bit. Thinking he wants my mouth on him, I ask if I should come over there. He says no, that I am doing fine just where I am. Then as he leans back towards me, he starts stroking his hard dick. Oh.my.god. I am beyond hot now, forgetting the show I am supposed to be putting on. Focusing instead on my husband’s lovely cock. I am squirming and moaning, so swept up in the sensations that a crowd of people could have been watching and I wouldn’t have cared. All of this is too much. The stripper, my earlier masturbation session in the car, the vibrator on my clit, my husband’s fingers in my pussy, his other hand on his cock, the possibility of getting caught. I come and when I do it shakes me to my core. I am panting and squealing with delight. I am also filled with an overwhelming desire to fuck my husband like a mad woman. I cannot shut up about how hot he is, how wonderful that was, what I am going to do to him when we get home. I lean over the seat and hungrily suck him, wishing we didn’t have to take a break from the fun. It seems almost cruel that we have to postpone the rest of the evening’s fun until we’re home and children are tucked safely into bed.
Once we are home it is a mad scramble to get the parental duties out of the way. I have promised my husband a proper fucking (I’m pretty sure I told him I was going to fuck him until he begged me to stop) and I intend on making good on my promise. He is laying on the mattress and I slowly slither up his body, stopping to suck his cock on the way up. But I don’t stay there long because I want him in me. Now. I lower my body onto his, not needing any warm up. I kiss him, feeling the heat building in my body again. There is no feeling that compares to his hard dick inside of me. I revel in the thrusting and the fullness as I ride him. “Go get the paddle,” he orders me. I hop up, quick to obey. After fetching the paddle, I climb back on top of him. I ride him as he caresses and sucks on my tits. He smacks me with the paddle as I rock back and forth. Every swat makes me catch my breath and wilt with pleasure. The more I am fucking him, the more I want. He tells me he wants me on my knees. I lean in to kiss him. Then I whisper, “If you want me on my knees, you’re going to have to make me move.” I am hoping he’ll rise to my challenge. We stay with me on top of him for a few more minutes before he tries to gently move me. But I don’t want to be treated gently. I repeat my sassy dare. Then he picks me up, tosses me down on my back, and fucks me roughly. I am in heaven.
He then instructs me to get on my knees. He knows I like it rough from behind. I scramble to get where he wants me, jutting my butt up in the air. He grabs my hips and fucks me hard and deep. Every once in while he slaps my ass. I feel drunk on pleasure, this night has been amazing. After a moment, he turns me over to my back. He leans into me, my legs apart and up. He has held back long enough. As he pumps into me, I raise myself to meet him. I love the weight of him on top of me. I cannot wait to feel him come. When it does finally happen, his release is powerful. I hold still and savor the moment, completely lost in ecstasy. He covers me in sweet kisses which are followed by the smile of a happy and satisfied man. Once again I am struck at how truly lucky I am. I am married to a handsome, funny, smart, kind man who happens to make me absolutely crazy with excitement when it comes to sex. We then stumble off to bed, sleepy and content. What an incredible Saturday.
Posted in blogging | August 10th, 2008 by Coy Pink
More posts are on the way, I promise! I am currently working on the second part of Sexy Saturday and a girl-on-girl fantasy. I’ll also discuss my favorite kind of porn this week. Don’t forget about Half-Nekkid Thursday! My inspiration for this week’s picture is going to be: National Creamsicle Day (August 14th).
I float through my day, caring for the kids, working on various chores, planning meals. Biding my time. Domestic on the surface, bubbling with anticipation underneath. Spontaneity has it’s place but right now I am enjoying the slowly building excitement for tonight, knowing I will have you. I’m eagerly awaiting that first kiss when you arrive home. The kiss on the back of my neck that never fails to excite me, sending shivers down my spine.
Scenarios are tumbling through my head, making me ache for you. Where will we be? Snuggled together on the bed or perhaps with me on your lap on the couch? Will you be sweet and gentle as you work to warm me up or forceful and sure of yourself as you thrust me quickly into readiness? Will we remember to try out our new toy or be so overtaken with passion that we forget, swept up in the moment? All of the possibilities dance through my mind, thrilling me. I know no matter which path we take, we will end up deliriously happy and completely satisfied.
The dilemma: do I save myself completely for this evening or give in to the naughty little voice in my head, telling me to release the building pressure? I cannot decide this for myself as I am a selfish girl, thinking only of my own pleasure in this moment. You must decide. I await your order.
One Redhook Sunrye (best beer EVER!) in me, sexy Enigma songs playing on the computer, husband painting the bathroom…. I feel like ripping his clothes off right this second and screwing him senseless.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday! My inspiration for this week’s picture is – World Breastfeeding Week. I have breasts, I love breasts, and breastfeeding is one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done. I would wholeheartedly encourage every woman to breastfeed. I would also encourage you men out there to support your ladies in their breastfeeding, just like my wonderful husband does. It is a very natural thing but that doesn’t mean it is always easy! I feel blessed that not only has breastfeeding NOT gotten in the way of our sex life, it has enhanced it.
Here are some bonus pictures. Don’t click the links if the thought of a lactating breast makes you queasy.
