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September 17
Join me ... Or Rather, Join Us
I don’t think it has been much of a secret over the past year that one of my biggest fantasies has been a MFM threesome experience. I have shared my thoughts with you, and some insight into the fun my hubby and I have had exploring with other couples.
But this is a question that has been asked a few times over the past few months, and so I thought I would go back to it again today. Especially since I am feeling rather horny and anxious to get my adventure back on track!
I'd like to know what you'd expect in a man to let him join you & your hubby in a threesome?
If I said Tim McGraw, would that be too much of a repetative theme with me? LOL
You know, I've given this a lot of thought over the past several months (OK, years...) and I still don't know if I really know the honest answer. I've seen and met a lot of guys that do it for me in my mind, but face-to-face - that does remain a bit of a scary prospect, despite the fantasy I have. You really are opening up a whole new level to your marriage.
Having said that, the guy would need to possess a lot of the similar qualities that my husband has: sense of humour, kindness, be passionate, good-kisser, awesome lover, handsome. But at the same time, I'm not looking for someone in mind to replace what I have, just an experience for a night … or a few.
The person has be very respectful of both my husband and I, and understand that they are there for a recreational sex experience, not a commitment or a future opportunity with me alone. The guy, in my mind, better not have too many hang-ups or bring a lot of emotional baggage/machismo along. That's a turn-off for me. Also, while I have played the fantasy over and over and over in mind and pussy … there also needs to be a sense of “acceptability” … if that’s even a word. If he’s married, I don’t want his wife to be coming after me with a meat cleaver. So, it would be great if she was into a little fun as well - as long as I still got my threesome.
In a way, the right guy would also be making love to my husband in a metaphysical sense. If he has an issue with another guy being there, doing what I like being done to me, it just wouldn't be fun for anyone if there was some performance anxiety.
In a shallow sense, attraction and chemistry has to be there. If the guy doesn't do it for me 100 per cent, then it just wouldn't happen. For my fantasy to become reality, the guy would have to really get me going even before any clothes came off. He'd need to be intriguing, and not pushy.
I'm partial to guys with dark hair and goatees, must be in decent shape and have impeccable hygiene...I'm also not one for any kind of emotional mix-ups, or jealousy. I am very happily married and plan to stay that way. I'm not out to cheat or experiment beyond what I have, just something to add to it.
And let's be totally honest here...he has to have nice equipment. I want a man who has an incredible piece between his thighs and I want it slipped between mine, and a bunch of other places too.
What I have learned in my adventures, is that if you think finding the right chemistry between two people is hard, try throwing another one or two into the mix and it gets very difficult.
Applications are being accepted.
Andee xoxo
September 4
Having You Between My Thighs
I hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday. I guess this is the unofficial end to summer, even though we have a couple weeks left to go. It makes me kind of sad to think it’s all coming to and end and winter (heaven forbid) is on the horizon.
Not that I am complaining. There is something exceptionally erotic in bringing a man to that point of sheer sexual delight with my mouth; looking up across his chest and into his eyes, seeing the exact moment when he has reached the point of no return. And then to feel that same passion swell in his cock as it slides in and out of my mouth … mmm … yep, loving oral sex these days.
And while I have hopefully kept all of you entertained and interested along the way, there is one thing I don’t think I have touched on:
When receiving oral, do I compare the techniques of the men giving it to me?
Much like I’m sure you with women who give you some oral pleasure, yes, most definitely. Everyone has their own special way of using their talents to bring their partner to orgasmic heights.
Now, that said, I need to point out that oral sex is very much one of those sexual acts that improves dramatically with experience. So the first time receiving was very much like the first time giving and clearly the guy I was dating at the time was very inexperienced, and I also had no one to compare it to.
My first boyfriend that I was intimate with in that sense was a bit like watching a puppy at the water dish – lots of lapping. Fortunately my own lack of experience and teenage horniness allowed me to find some delightful pleasure in the experience.
Around the time I had grown bored with this relationship, I met someone who was able to show me a whole new world when it came to oral sex. This guy had the most incredible tongue, and knew exactly where to use it – and I mean more than just getting between my legs. I mean, he knew how to sense with his tongue when he touched all the nerves that made me arch my back and moan with excitement. He could tell when everything was reaching the peak for me – and then how to apply the right mix of hard and soft pressure with his tongue to send me over the edge.
And, much like you guys, as time has gone on, I have learned that different techniques work at different times.
For example, during one of my husband and I’s “swinging experiences,” the other man decided to go down on me. It had been a number of years since a man other than my husband had used his tongue on me that way. The sensation was an incredible combination of “new” and “sensual.”
You know that the basics are pretty much the same. Most women, like most men, have a certain spot where all the nerves come together. The trick – and pleasure for the person on the receiving end – is to work all your magic to find that spot.
What I enjoyed about this moment was how the guy didn’t just rely on his oral talents, but when I was reaching that hair-pulling point, he decided to slide a finger into me. As he did, he managed to massage that other spot, just inside my pussy, that drives me insane. Yep, the g-spot … and when a guy finds mine, he is usually rewarded with knowing he has managed to send me into a full-body, pussy squeezing, back-arching orgasm.
So, do I compare? Yes – but I also like to share all the good points of other people’s talents with my current lover. Oh, and that isn’t just about the guys who have gone down on me; I’ve had a couple women teach me a thing or two about getting off thanks to their tongues.
Here are a few things (I borrowed) to consider when going down on your girl … and keep in mind, there is almost nothing you can do that won’t feel amazing. The fact you are down between my – I mean HER – thighs is incredible enough. But, having said that, good practice is the best way to earn some points in the bedroom!
The Lick
Leaving your tongue soft and jaw relaxed, try licking her from vaginal entrance up to her clit and following the outer edges of her vagina along both sides. Repeating this technique going up and down and vice versa can be a great opener.
Labial Hold
While holding the two parts together with your lips, run your tongue between the inner and outer labia one side at a time.
Tongue Intercourse
The majority of a woman’s nerve endings in her vagina are around the opening and within the first couple of inches inside. Target them with your tongue by inserting it into her vaginal opening. Techniques are pretty limited due to the length of your tongue, but try moving your tongue in and out, as well as in circles around the inside of her opening.
The Flick
Spread her outer vaginal lips with your fingers. With your tongue pointed, gently flick your tongue around her clitoris. Feel free to roam, but keep coming back to her clitoris, as it is the most sensitive. This drives some women wild, and others find it to too intense. When stimulating her clit make sure to start out gently if you aren’t sure how she likes it. When you try this, pay attention to whether those moans are ecstasy or pain.
The following techniques should not be introduced until your partner is really hot (i.e., very wet). These are more intense techniques, and may be too intense for some women, even when nearing orgasm.
The Clitoris Suck
Expose her clitoris by spreading her lips and lightly pull back her hood. With her clitoris exposed, give it a quick little suck; pulling it into your mouth briefly and letting it go. This is a lot like licking a bit of cake batter off of your pinky. This feels incredible, and is a fine thing to do if you feel like tormenting her – but don’t overdo it!
The Clitoris Hold
Take her exposed clit into your mouth and gently suck on it, simultaneously flicking your tongue over and around it. This can be done very lightly or very aggressively, and combined with fingering, will usually rapidly produce an intense orgasm.
The Tongue Tube
Roll your tongue into a tube (if you cannot do this, forget about it because it is genetic and you can't learn it). This technique works best in an inverted or 69 position. Roll your tongue into a tube around her clitoris. Slide it back-and-forth; in effect, your tongue is doing something similar to a woman's vagina around a man's penis. This is likely to bring any woman over the edge to an explosive orgasm.
ABCs
Try using your tongue to spell the alphabet on her genitals. This works surprisingly well as your tongue is always moving in different directions. Learn her favourite letters and the orders that work the best!
Andee xoxo
August 28
My Favourite Foreplay Of Late
Every now and then I think sex needs to be perked up a bit. I can’t say it’s an “in a rut” thing, but some extra effort to keep it fresh is always a great way to enhance a relationship. Plus, when you exercise your imagination just a little, some incredible orgasms often result.
One of the things that has been driving me wild lately is my husband’s latest kink for foreplay standing up…or at least, playing with me standing up.
It started not that long ago when, during one of my flirting contest days, I wore a skirt and some nice heels to work. For some reason, skirts seem to be a very popular choice around here; plus, when there is a chance to ditch the scrubs and spiffy up, who I am to miss the opportunity?
I have always had a naughty thirst for that kind of foreplay. It totally turns me on when I see that in movies … I’m not sure exactly why; maybe it’s the sense of passionate urgency, or perhaps the aggressive and vulnerable blend of the act. Either way, it excites the hell out of me.
Anyway, hubby and I had been sending suggestive texts each other about my day - which had been one of those “losing” ones for me in the contest - and were both feeling in the mood for some “Kids! Go play outside, Mommy and Daddy need to talk” moments. He led me up to our bedroom, closed the door behind me, pushed me against it and laid one of those send-a-jolt-right-to-my-clit kisses. He then proceeded to ravish me with hands and tongue.
Something tells me that he has always known that this is the one thing that will send my mind into a tizzy and my knees to jello. When he holds me against the wall, arms above my head - it’s not like I resist much anyway - and then slides his free hand into my panties and eventually a finger deep into my moist pussy, I am pretty much at his mercy.
Makes me wonder what he’ll do should he ever find out that some particular day, when he makes this move on me, lifts up the hem of my skirt and goes to pull my panties aside, that the panties just aren’t there …
Andee xoxo
August 21
Thinking Of Other Men ... Or Women
Things are looking up for my Sunday. What started out as a bit of a drizzly kind of morning has given way to a hint of sunshine every now and then through the clouds. Sadly there’s not much time left in the summer and it always makes me feel a bit sad when it comes to an end.
Today's question is one that my one of my regular e-mailers had sent me a while back.
How often (if ever) do you fantasize about other men while having sex with your man?
Truth is, rarely...unless it's a point of conversation during sex or we are up to something involving a fantasy of mine. And usually during those moments, it’s exceptionally intentional. Sometimes my husband will be “making” me go down that path with some of the dirty things he might say while we are doing something.
For example, a couple weeks ago we had been discussing some of the things that you have learned about on here involving a fantasy of mine for a MFM threesome. As my husband and I were getting a little busy in the bedroom, he took one of my suction-cup dildos and stuck it on the headboard of our bed. Then he got behind me, doggy-style, and away we went. There I was with the opportunity to take my imagination to an incredible place by taking my toy in my mouth and letting my hubby see what it would look like if I had someone else to play with at the time.
Well, that just made things get even hotter.
But generally, if he and I are just having a really fuck, and the subject doesn’t come up, I don’t often let my mind wander to the fantasy of someone else doing to me what my husband is doing.
Now then, when I am alone and enjoying myself with my favourite toy, I sure do let my mind wander to other men (and women). I might see someone during the day that might lead to think back and fantasize, maybe about something I've read in one of my erotic books, or a really hot guy that caught my attention that day … you get the idea. But generally I focus on the sensations and the feelings of the moment.
Andee xoxo
August 7
My First Taste Of A Man (well...boy, really)
There has been a fairly common theme running through my sexual adventure these days: oral sex.
I can’t say why, other than for some reason over the past year or so I have developed a bit of an insatiable fetish for giving them. Part if it is the sense of power, and the erotic nature … and, of course, the sheer pleasure it brings to my husband. There is an incredible sensation in bringing a man to the point where he is pulling at my hair and pumping his hips; how his erection feels in my mouth, the expression on his face when I run my tongue over that particular spot just under the head of his cock, the taste of him when he finally lets it all go.
So, it wasn’t a big leap for my sexual mind when my husband suggested I reflect back on the first time when I found myself in an oral predicament.
I was 15 at the time … in a fairly serious dating - and consensual - relationship with a boy from high school.
Like so many others, we were slowly experimenting with different things, discovering our sexuality and letting hormones get the better of us. I guess we were typical teenagers.
One night, when my parents weren’t home, things were getting a little hot and heavy on the couch downstairs. That particular evening, he wasn't exactly prepared for going the distance and I wasn’t exactly prepared to give up the home run, so to speak … which didn’t leave a lot of options open for a couple horny teenagers; one of whom was a demanding birth control user. As we’re on the couch, making out, hands in clothes, tongues fighting in wet French kisses, grinding … I just got this overwhelming sense of curiosity.
I was getting incredibly turned on … which has never been a challenge for me anyway. But my boyfriend is fondling me under my shirt, playing with my nipples; and trust me, I had amazing tits then; way before age and childbirth. With no condom available, it was getting more and more frustrating for me.
And like most 15-year-old boys who are making out on the couch with their girlfriend in a parentless house, he wasn’t exactly being shy. By the time he managed to get my jeans undone and his hand into my panties … well …
So, without stopping too much of the kissing and groping, I undid his jeans and slipped my hand inside the waistband of his underwear as fair play. In hindsight, I was kind of lucky that he didn’t go off like a rocket at that point. But I have to say, even then I loved the feeling of having a nice hard cock in my hand; how hot it was to touch, and to slowly stroke it up and down … oh, I liked that.
Without any idea of what I was doing, I slid down between his legs and licked his cock. Then I wrapped my lips around it and, with what I thought was good technique, began to work him with my tongue and mouth. In reality, I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing … I was way too young to be trying to pretend I did … and I wasn’t exactly getting much direction from the guy who was just about to get a very exceptional memory.
And the thing is, thinking back, it’s really tough for young couples, engaging in consensual exploration, because we didn’t have the confidence to share and encourage in positive way about the sensuality of the moment. Instead, there is more of a humiliation factor for the girl … left wondering if this guy is going to share with his male friends about the experience. With each thing we did as teenagers, we feared what that would mean to our reputations.
As we grow older and more confident, we don’t fear sharing with our partners about what feels best, or what works best to reach orgasms. It’s part of the greater experience. But as a young couple, the same thing comes off as a blow to the ego, an explanation on “how to do it” versus a “please do it.”
I guess the fortunate part of the experience is that he was enjoying my best efforts, and within a couple minutes exploded in my mouth. I didn’t know what to expect … I certainly didn’t know … and was basically “shocked” into swallowing his cum. His hands were holding me on his cock as he came, his hips still “pumping” up and down off the couch. I remember more the taste than I do of any reaction I may have had, and sadly that affected me a lot more. I spent the next several years as a committed spitter.
Our relationship didn’t last very long, so there wasn’t an awful lot more experimenting going on. Shortly after - and a couple non-blowjob-receiving boyfriends - I met the man who would become my husband and gradual introduce me to a much more exciting and exceptional sexual adventure...and the pleasure of swallowing.
And he has no problem sharing what he thinks of my talents … which has seemingly caused a bit more ‘trouble’ lately.
Andee xoxo
July 31
In Control of the Fantasies
Recently I found myself having to come to terms with understanding the male fantasy. Even though I have been doing my website for over eight years now, I never put an awful lot of thought into what goes on in a man’s mind when he is … um … thinking about a certain woman during a moment of self-gratification.
One of the things that I shared - and for the moment, I will keep the background story brief - was about someone I know who may have a fantasy or two about me.
So as I was laying there naked and telling my husband about this experience, he asked me if I really knew what was going on in this man’s mind. I admit that I am a little naïve when it comes to men’s masturbation fantasies. I know you guys do it … frequently ... but I generally don't spend a lot of my time thinking very deeply about it. I'm not even sure if I put that much thought into when I do it myself.
So, hearing it verbalized by someone near and dear to me that a sexual fantasy was closer to home than I may have realized before was a bit eye opening … and very rewarding to my ego. Let's be honest, we all like to know that we are still attractive to a member of the opposite sex. The Internet is something that fuels the imagination, sure, but something more real and personal is a huge rush ... and adds that edgy combination of fear and excitement.
Guys have asked me before about how I feel about what happens with my website and my videos. I haven’t really been able to come up with a less than wishy-washy answer, because the control has always been in their minds and hands. I like the idea that my pictures and videos can lead you guys to be turned on, but at the same time, what happens after you see them is up to you.
With the Internet, the whole thing is really fodder. There isn’t a direct level of personal connection. Guys, like you, have the choice to sign on, look at the photos, videos, put your imagination to use and then probably log off and go about your normal day without another thought. "Andee" isn't part of your day to day routine.
This time I was more directly involved in providing the opportunity and inspiration. I was an active participant in laying the foundation for this new experience, this new fantasy … and in a bit more control over creating it.
So now, I think I’m finding it to be a much more erotic thought. In my relationship at home, the sharing of what has been happening has brought a level of excitement to some of my own fantasies.
Andee xoxo
July 10
Wake Me Up & Roll Me Over
I hope everyone is enjoying their summer. Even though mine is just really getting underway, it’s been a bit of a busy one already. Between keeping my Little Men active and dealing with being short-staffed at work, I’ve been hopping around in the humidity.
And, while this time of year tends to get pretty busy, I have learned that in order to keep a relationship going, and cranking the passion thermometer all the way up, you need to be creative in how you get busy at home.
That whole idea brought me back to a question from an online chat I had about some of my sexual habits and preferences. I think I may have shared some of that insight with you over the past few months, but I don’t think we ever got down and dirty on this particular question:Do you walk differently after morning sex?
Mmmm…you know, to me there is nothing better than morning sex. I know a lot of people aren’t into it – given the bedhead look and stale morning breath mouth. But since my favourite position is doggy-style, I could go every morning.
What really gets me going is when I’m lying in bed with my husband and he kinda snuggles up behind me. He’ll lay against me, with his cock on my butt cheeks. Then he slowly caresses me, and nibbles on my neck and earlobe. As he does this to me, I like to reach back and begin to play with his cock, until he’s nice and hard. Then he’ll begin to stroke my clit and finger my pussy.
Sometimes I’ll get him to slide a finger into me while I masturbate myself to orgasm; other times he’ll slip beneath the sheets and begin to lick and kiss me where it really counts ;-)
Because I also love oral sex, I like to roll him onto his back and then I’ll put my head on his stomach, and lightly lick the head of his dick while I keep stroking it. This really teases him because he loves to watch me suck on his cock – but this way, he can’t see anything but the back of my head. After I have him practically begging, I might move around and let him enjoy the site of my lips wrapped around his dick…or I might just climb on top and start screwing him that way.
Once we’re both really hot, I get onto my hands and knees and let him pound me from behind. I love the way it feels as he slides in and out, the head of his hard-on rubbing against that sweet spot inside my pussy. Since I also love to have guys play with my ass, he knows to rub hard with his thumb…and if I’m wet enough, he might just slide it into me. When he does this, I’m damn near screaming in ecstasy.
I can’t wait to feel him cum by that point…and when he finally does, my pussy is twitching with delight.
The great thing about that is that for the rest of the day, his cum is inside me…and even the feeling of my panties against my clit and pussy makes me tingle.
So, the answer to the question is, of course I walk different after morning sex. If you know me, you can really tell (or at least I’ve been told). I tend to sway my hips just a little more, trying to recapture that sensation between my legs. And if it’s been a really, really hot session – my legs will be all “jello-like” and wobbly.
Not to mention the tell;tale look on my face that says, “I got fucked hard this morning…”
Andee xoxo
June 19
Fakin' It
Well, one of the “darker” questions that someone sent me was asking if I had ever “faked” an orgasm just so I could be finished with the whole experience.
I’m almost ashamed to admit that I did try it once. Normally I just lie back and let the guy do his thing. If he’s happy and things work out, then I don’t dwell on if I’ve managed to reach an orgasm. For me, there is just as much in the experience with the closeness and love that can be shared through being intimate. After the birth of my kids, things were a bit different physically with me, and it not only affected how my body reacted, but also my libido. The inability to enjoy things the same as before kids was a very difficult, emotional thing to overcome.
The one time that I tried my best Meg Ryan act was during a time when my husband was performing a little oral activity on me. No matter how hard I tried to keep my mind in the moment, trying to bring my orgasm out, things just went on…and on. I was getting self-conscious and just “pretended” so we could move on…not for his benefit, but to hide my disappointment at how my body was now different. I can’t tell you how awful I felt afterwards. When I finally had the nerve – much later – to tell him, I was an emotional wreck.
But, despite it all, this experience just became another chance for us to talk about our sex life and keep things real. As a couple, we learned to find the best ways to make sure we felt the passion, desire, connection in those moments. No, I don’t get my “O” every time. But I get a closeness with my husband, knowing we have been able to keep the talk going and not keep secrets from each other. That’s so much more important.
Of course, the real benefit in all of this, now my husband has become an exceptionally talented person in that department…so the need no longer exists. And my stocks in the sex toy business have blossomed quite nicely too! LOL
Andee xoxo
June 12
What am I?
We have talked before about how much aural sex plays in my life, and I guess in a way that includes the sounds that happen when everyone is in the heat of the moment. So with that in mind, here's another question that I had a lot of fun with...
Moaner, groaner or screamer?
I can only assume you're asking about what I'm like in bed ;-)
But as the get older, you do get a bit more independence, except for the fact that now you have to keep them active - that's mostly where the screaming comes into play.
But yes, I do get into the moment. Like I said many times before...I love sex. I'm right in the middle of my sexual prime (OK, it started at, like, 16) and I just can't seem to have enough of it. And of course, sharing these adventures with you guys just adds to the desire, excitement and lust.
My hubby sometimes teases me because I happen to be one of those people who really enjoys the moment. I also - when pressed - will share some of the deepest fantasies of mine ;-) A couple times it has gotten me into trouble in the best of ways possible.
Sometimes we really get talking naughty - not dirty and swearing and stuff - but just talking about our imagination. And then when we might be trying certain positions, or touching in certain ways - well, that can really heat up the conversation.
But mostly, I would say I'm a little bit of a moaner, and a talker on occasion!
Andee xoxo
May 22
Domination | Tie Me Up ... Please
Hey guys! I sure hope everyone had an awesome weekend. Up here it’s a long weekend, and so here I am feeling the need to lounge around in my bathrobe while enjoying my morning coffee and type away the morning. And if you aren’t enjoying an extra day off tomorrow, maybe that might help put a smile on your face … picturing yours truly cuddled into the corner of the couch stretching the limits of my sexual imagination!
OK, I’m seriously not that vain, but it sounded kind of fun … and there’s a big part of me that hopes you do enjoy mental pictures like that. Otherwise, I’ve been wasting all this time trying to tease you into becoming a constant tag-along in my sexual adventure.I had this question asked of me a while back, and as I was going through a bunch of things in my e-mails, I discovered it again. The timing is pretty good to get into it, given some of the antics that have gone on in my bedroom the past few days. More of it started when I mentioned in one of my blogs about my online friend Matt, who had sent me some new boots. You may recall I also mentioned that he has sent me some other sexy gifts, including some sexy lingerie and those “darn” stockings and garter-belt that seem to have me totally “trapped” at a whole new perverse stage in this game.
One of the other gifts I received was this delicious toy for the bedroom … nothing crazy that requires a car-battery of hazardous materials labels … just an intriguing rubber toy … that has kind of come back to haunt me a bit; but in a very good way.
Anyway, getting into the details …
"I’ve heard that some women fantasize about the idea of being sexually controlled (in a consensual way, of course). Have you ever been tied up during sex?"
Hmmm…well, at first I though just how much should I reveal about my own little perversions and myself?
I’m a pretty open girl as a lot of you are learning. I’ve dabbled in a few different things and played around and most of you have pretty much been invited into my sex life thanks to my website and blog. And like so many other things, yes I have tried a little light bondage. Nothing painful or kinky mind you…just some nice, sexually teasing bondage. I’ve never been one to really get into the idea of domination - either being dominated or doing the dominating. I might do some photo sets that way, but role-playing isn’t something that is a big part of my libido.
But I do admit, there is a strange sensual feeling about being restrained while someone does some very sexual things to you. The biggest part to make sure that it is a turn-on is trust. I trust my husband to do only things that I’m OK with, and that are sexually exciting and not degrading.
This happened shortly after the stockings and garter belt arrived. Maybe you have seen the video I have that happened with the toy, but that wasn’t so much about the bondage at the time as it was about something for you to enjoy … But this time there were no cameras, and I was not really expecting it.
My husband indicated quite bluntly that we were going to have sex … and in a teasing way that I often throw back, said something like “Oh?” Anyway, next thing I know, I am in our bedroom being undressed. Then he put me on a chair he had tucked away from view (so I wouldn’t suspect, I guess) and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. He had obviously thought this through, as he then tied my ankles to the chair legs and may hands behind my back so I was totally at his mercy – and naked.
About this time, I’m getting into the mood. All too often we do the really kinky stuff with our mistress in the room (the camera), so a little rough play just for the sake of rough play was welcome!
He started by teasing me with his fingers. I love how he does that; the sensations of the touch … only to be heightened by the fact I am bound and blindfolded. Then, without my expected it, I felt this odd sensation between my thighs … he had pulled out this new dildo from my nightstand and was now using it on me. This continued for a while until he then added my favourite little pocket rocket vibrator to the torment. I can’t describe how sexually exciting and frustrating it is to have someone doing such naughty things to your body, forcing you so close to that magnificent orgasm … and then cruelly backing off.
And during these insane moments, while I am so close to peaking, he’s saying stuff about me, how horny I am, how wet I am, how easy the toy goes in … making me tell him how much it turns me on having some guy I have never met sending me these kind of things, making me admit I use them on my own and fantasize about really dirty things when I am alone … you get the picture.
So obviously, I’m game for some light bondage … but when I get to the begging stage, it’s time to keep the game moving forward and at least let me get partly involved for that incredible moment. It only pays off for the guy in the end!
But I do have to say that it’s really hot to be getting into the whole thing, surrendering myself so that my partner can tie me up. But at the same time, if you need to have faith that your partner is only going to play fair and make it a sexually exciting experience, not frightening or leading to something that was not mutually agreed upon. When you cross that line of trust, then it’s no longer a truly sexual experience.
Andee xoxo
Her Kisses, Her Fingers, My Fantasy
About a week ago I was blogging about when I lost my bi-curious cherry and made that transition to accepting I had a very healthy sexual interest in other women. As I mentioned then - and numerous times before - I have long held a desire to explore that side of me, and still want to continue … maybe even take it further than the occasional fleeting moment.
So this is a post that my husband and I wrote at an earlier blog of mine - back before the current blogging addiction - about that faithful night in January 2007. It’s been updated just enough to include some better reflection on the moment. I apologize for it being kind of long, but I enjoyed reading it again, and I hope you will too. So here is today‘s Sexy Sunday…
Crossing Over
After years of dirty talk and naughty bedroom whispers during sweaty sex, my hubby and I had the chance to experience a little playtime with some new friends. Writing about my fantasies is fun, but also kind of tough. Knowing the other couple is reading this also brings feelings of being nervous, scared, timid, horny – all of it – rushing back. We had wondered for a long time what it would be like to share some intimate moments with another couple. And, for quite a while, my bi-curiosity had been on my mind. Ever since that drunken moment with my coworker at a conference when she was so frustratingly close to taking me past the point of “yeah, I think about it” to “uh huh, and let’s do it right now,” I had not really had a very clear head on my sexual feelings.
Through a set of circumstances where I finally took the initiative to be bold, set aside some long-held secrets and be open about my fantasies, the door of opportunity opened a bit wider. We met some friends who were open about our ideas. On an evening where the innuendo and jokes progressed to deep, philosophical and sexually-charged conversation about lifestyles and bedroom experiences, I made the leap to let a few cats out of the bag. It was a bit of a risk, and of course I was nervous about letting someone so close know about my thoughts and website. But I was surprised at how easy it was, and how open they were to it - without being judgmental. It’s kind of a strange feeling to meet someone that thinks the same way and has the same sexual comfort as you do. Where we live, people tend to be pretty narrow-minded about it, so what a refreshing change to know here was a couple that wouldn’t “judge” us for being “alive.”
Like many fantasies, this one involved a hot tub. Hot tubs seem to be the place where people can get together and say “sex is on the menu” and everyone kind of accepts that at some point, someone is going to get totally naked.
Fast-forward through dinner, drinks, somewhat awkward talk where no one wants to make the first move… To where, finally, Tthe four of us were in the tub, enjoying the opportunity to explore – hands, touching, kissing. Everyone had said they were shocked at how fast it all came about. I’m trying to think back, and when I do, that feeling of nervousness comes back, excitement…and a lot of wanting more.
Knowing our friends are reading (naughty, naughty), it’s a little scary…I sit here going, “what should I say? What’s OK to share?”
And that takes you to a place of wanting to know everything. But as my hubby has said to me, it’s one thing to share your most intimate thoughts with your spouse, but to with someone who you’ve just had a little encounter with? As a couple, you go through life’s stages, saying during intimate moments, “OK, that feels good” or “No, please, not like that…” and honestly…could you be bold enough to put that out there for everyone…all of it makes my mind go slushy.
It’s that same fear you get after that first date with the cute guy, and you wonder, did he like me, does he think I’m nice, a good kisser, interesting, etc? I’m learning fast this kind of experience gets that personal chemistry stirred up – only now it’s four times more confusing. And, where is most of that chemistry focused?
To begin with, we remained with our own partners, slowly building up the sexual tension with kissing, fondling, watching the other couple kiss. At one point I was sitting on my husband’s lap, facing him, as we were making out. Then I felt a hand down there … and I knew where mine were and where his were. I liked the sensation. For a moment, the hand just delicately teased me, and then it stopped. I was just about to voice my complaint when the other man gently took my elbow and pulled me toward him. At the same time, he kind of directed his own wife over to my husband.
And so in the next moment, I am now sitting on his lap, facing him … and we kissed.
At first, I was just there in body…my mind was racing so fast and my nerves were unbelievably tense. When you have the better part of two decades with the same person, only having fleeting moments over those years of other physical contact, the sensation of how another man or woman touches you is like being a virgin again.
There’s the huge excitement, mixed with a confusing thrill of “where is this going?” Feeling another man touch and kiss me brought out some new sensations, letting his hand fondle, grope, guiding my own hand to him, gently stroking his very hard penis…it was scary. Could my husband see me giving this other man a hand job under the water - mixed thoughts of “oh god this feels so good” as I wrapped my fingers around this man’s erection. It leaves me with these same thoughts of excitement, a desire to explore more and a little bit of rekindling – some real assurance that I can have that affect on another guy. Closing my eyes and feeling this man for the next several minutes: behind me, in front of me, hands, lips, erections…WOW! How I felt as he stroked my body with his hands, his fingers teasing across my pussy but not quite penetrating me; the sensation of turning to away from him and having his rock hard cock pressing against me under the water as I straddled his lap again … not even an inch away from my very horny and possibly willing pussy.
And like a dance, just things were really getting hot and interesting, someone called “snowball” and I came face-to-face with my curiosity about another woman.
The first few seconds of touching, kissing - like we had never done it before with another person - was incredible. I’m going through these emotions of being like a teenager, the excitement of those first times. I don’t know if it’s because of the “release” of the physical part – getting the chance to explore with my hands and my mouth, feeling her body, seeing her naked, the sensations as she returned my affection – or if it is because of who I got to share it with. A great set of breasts that felt so soft in my hands, her nipples hardening in my mouth as I kissing and sucked on them…and a little naughty surprise down there too.
This was the first time I had touched another woman’s pussy … and to gently fondle her with my fingers while we kissed, to hear her little moans, was the moment when I had finally confirmed there was an even greater desire in me to explore and that it wasn’t just some fleeting sexual notion fuelled by a couple drinks.
Now knowing that her fantasies haven’t been changed because of what we did together is a huge comfort. I know my own fantasies, but I wasn’t sure of hers…mine, as you have read, are pretty hot and close to me. But you never know if you live up to someone else’s “curiosity” or “fantasy.” As I have said before, when things do happen in real life, there’s this great fear of “will it be like I imagined?”
Sometimes as a woman, you can sense whether or not someone is your type. When it comes to men, it’s an easy thing. Some of you prefer blondes, brunettes, redheads, certain body types, body parts, etc. I get your e-mails and comments, and the compliments are nice – but I try not to take it too seriously. I’m not a vain person, and sometimes it’s difficult to share your vision of me. Rejection from a guy can be taken as simply, “I’m not his type.”
Women are not any different, except when it comes to the fear associated with your own bi-curious feelings. The idea of possibly being rejected by another woman is very unsettling. As she and I were exploring each other, kissing and touching, I was scared of “are we doing this for the husbands, or are we into each other?” I was doing it for me, not because – even though I was terrified – my husband was there, but because I’m in touch with my desires, and the wantingness (is that a word?) to explore. I had wanted to feel all of that for a long time, and I can honestly say, I REALLY enjoyed it. My mind frequently lingers to how she felt, my fingers and lips, her ...
You’ll have to forgive me … but at this point, I need to be doing something other than typing! Have a sexy Sunday! ;-)
By the way ... one of the hottest little clips on bi-curious desires I have seen!
Andee xoxo
May 8, 2011
Take Me From Behind Boys!
Hey everyone. Welcome to my newest concept here - voted on by you. Sexy Sundays are my open-concept explicit details about me and my sex life. Hopefully it will become a very interactive experience, so feel free to share, suggest and ask anything you would like.Now today is way past when I actually intended to update, but it was Mother’s Day and my boys took me to play golf. There’s nothing like spending a few hours outside on a gorgeous day with those you love, cursing, swearing and being frustrated! OK, kidding on that part. I’m not very good, but it is a lot of fun.
Why is your favorite sex position your favorite?
I'm very much a doggy-kind-of-girl. I just love it when my man will tell me to get on my hands and knees, slips around behind me and then takes me. There is something exceptionally exciting about the sensation of him sliding into me for the first time, the warmth of his cock in the moist heat of my pussy, sliding so deep that his balls are banging against me. Mmmm. Get's me going just thinking about it.
I also love the feeling of a guy’s hands on my ass, grabbing my cheeks for leverage and to pull me against him as he slides all the way in. When a guy really gets going like this, it feels so deep, and so good. If he's really rock hard, I'm moaning in no time. I really enjoy when the guy uses as much of his length, making sure to keep pushing that swollen dick across my g-spot over and over.
The other reason I love doggy-style is so both he and I have at least one hand free for a little extra feeling. I really get off when my guys plays with my ass a little, maybe teasing me in that little spot in-between ... you know the one. Then I like to slide my hand back and start to play a little myself from the front! Mmmm ... OK, now I'm hot and bothered.
Oh, and one of the other great things I learned about doggy-style is that it also leaves you free to play, tease and enjoy anyone else that might be added to the mix. There is nothing that gets me hotter than remembering the sensation of using my mouth on my girlfriend while being taken from behind.
Andee xoxo
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