The name game

I have struggled with my first few posts about what to call my man.  I refer to him on here as ‘my man’ and ‘my guy’.  And to me that just sounds….well, kind of dumb.   Ok, honestly, I do sometimes call him that.  But not very often.  I call him by his name.

I don’t feel comfortable using his real name here.  And I really don’t feel comfortable using a fake name.  These aren’t just stories I make up.  This is our life.  To use a different name when I write about how he eats my pussy would just feel strange.  This blog is a way for me to write about our life.  About the things we do.  About how we fuck.  This is my diary.

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Sunday afternoon. . .  He was gone today and I was home alone.  I was missing him.  I went upstairs, grabbed one of my vibrators and came back down to the living room.  I peeled off my clothes and stretched myself out on the over-sized chair.  I was thinking about him as I slid the silicone slowly in and out of my cunt.  I was thinking about him as I turned on the vibrations with it deep inside of me.  I was thinking about him as I pulled it out – all slick and creamy – and pressed it on to my clit…as the other hand traced around my nipples.

I was thinking about how good he makes me feel when he fucks me.  I was thinking about all the different ways he has fucked me.

I gasped quietly as I came – thinking about my favorite…

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He grabs my head and forcefully pushes it down on his cock.  His cock  his cum fill my mouth.

He pushes me down on elbows and knees with my forehead on the mattress – forcing my ass up in to the air.  He spanks me hard – and then he licks, sucks, kisses and bites my ass and pussy.  Then back to spanking me.  And then eating me.  Spanking me.  Eating me.  This goes on for what feels like forever.  I am covered in sweat.  My pussy is gushing like a river. I am delirious and aching for his cock.

He keeps me in position by pushing down on the back of my head  – then plows into my pussy from behind.  He slams his body into mine.  Fast.  Hard.  Rough.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back.  He sinks his teeth into my neck.  Hard.  He bites me hard while he fucks me from behind.

He growls through his teeth onto my skin as he comes.

He fucks me like an animal.

He fucks me like a wolf.

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He is Wolf.

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A short visit with a friend

A friend of ours came over the other night.   We all hung out and chatted for awhile.  It wasn’t that late – but I was tired and had to get up extra early in the morning.  I kissed our friend on the cheek and headed up to bed.

The layout of our house is very open.  Our bedroom is upstairs – but there is no door.  The house is old and the wood floors are pretty squeaky.  If you are sitting in the living room you can hear almost any noise coming from the bedroom.

Upstairs I take off all my clothes except my panties.  I slip on one of my guy’s t-shirts and I crawl into bed.

I hear the guys talking downstairs.  And then I hear my man tell his friend he will be right back – he forgot to tell me something and has to run up to the bedroom for a quick minute.  Go ahead and grab another beer and I will be right back. I listen to the floors creak as he climbs up the stairs.

As soon as he gets over to the bed he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.  He licks my lips and then plunges his tongue down my throat.

I moan – and he tells me I need to be quiet.

The t-shirt is pulled up and my tits and belly exposed.  He flicks his tongue across my already erect nipples.  He kneads and squeezes my tits.

I arch my back and moan.  The bed creaks and he reminds me to be quiet.

He grabs the vibrator that I had laying next to me  and turns it on.  He quickly tugs my panties over to one side exposing my pussy and he presses the tip of it up against my swollen clit.  I am really trying to be quiet – but I gasp loudly when the vibrations hit me.

He slaps one of his large hands over my mouth as a gag and dials up the frequency on the vibrator. He holds it tighter and closer to my clit.  And holds it there . . . I can feel the vibrations pulse throughout my whole body – starting from my clit and exploding out everywhere.

The bed creaks as my body rocks from the orgasm.

But his tight grip across my face keeps me from making any sound. I am breathing heavy as he turns off the vibrator and pulls my panties back over my wet pussy. He tugs the t-shirt back down and gives me a kiss.

And the stairs creak under his weight as he heads back downstairs to hang out with his friend.

Getting ready for bed

We walk in the house from a night out over with some friends.  I’ve had a lot to drink.  He was the driver and so is totally sober.  Our friends live about 40 minutes away.  The whole way home I was slowly and lightly toying with his cock.  It started out with my hand just resting on his leg.  Then rubbing his thigh.  Then moving in on his stiffening cock. . .

I just make it in the door when I get a big swat on the ass.  Ouch!  He takes me by the hand and leads me to the dining room.  He sits on the chair and forces me down across his lap.  He lands four or five hard smacks on my ass.  No warm up.  No starting off slow.  Just – bam! – hard smacks right away.

Good girl, he says to me when the spanking stopped.

I smile, and start to stand up.

He grabs my wrist and yanks me back down.  Hard.

Where do you think you are going?

I stammer.   Umm….

Did I tell you it was ok for you to get up?

I stammer some more.  Um….no.

He stands me back up and unzips my jeans.  They – along with my panties – get pulled down to my knees.  And I am sent back down over his knee.

He raises his hand up and sends it flying down on my ass.  I squirm and try to move out of the way.  He adjusts his knees making it more difficult for me to move. He slowly and lightly rubs the now-reddening spot.  He leans over and gently blows on it – cooling it down.  And then lands another spank.  And another.  With my pants around my knees I can’t maneuver out of the reaches of his hands.  And when I try to use a hand to cover myself up he grabs my arm and holds it behind me.   Those big hands.  Damn.  I am completely at his mercy.  He quickens the pace and spanks me several more times.  My ass is on fire.

And then just as quickly as he started, he stops and stands me up.

He straightens my hair and pulls up my panties.

He pulls the jeans off.  He wants to see my red ass.  He likes to admire his handiwork – and the contrast of my red skin against the black lace thong that I am wearing.

He tells me to stand before him and tell him again that I am sorry.  Tell him that next time I will wait until he says it is okay to get up.

I do.  He holds my face in his hands and kisses me.  Then he pushes me down to my knees and brings my head to his lap.  I know what he wants – I can see the bulge through his jeans.  I unbuckle his belt.  Then I undo the button and pull down the zipper.  I reach in and release his cock from his boxers.  I gently lick the head before sucking it up into my  mouth.  I lick and suck his cock and his balls.  I rub across my lips and face.  I suck it deep.   He reaches down and tugs on my nipples.  He pinches them and pulls on them in rhythm with me gulping down his cock.  Occasionally one hand will break away and slap a tit before going back to this continued nipple torture.  His breathing changes and his legs become rigid and I know he is getting  ready to burst.  I tighten the seal around his cock with my lips and swirl my tongue across the head as I slide his shaft in and out of my mouth.  He hooks his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and forcefully pulls my head down tight against him.  His cock pushes down my throat and I swallow up his cum.

Without saying a word he gets up from the table and heads into the kitchen.  He opens up the utensil drawer and pulls out a wooden rice paddle.  Oh!  Still not saying anything – he comes back to the table and stands in front of me.  He gives me the look.  I stand up and lean myself over the table.  I know by now what that look means.  He stands behind me and lightly starts tapping my ass and thighs with the wooden spoon.

Tap.  Rub.  Tap.  Rub.  Tap. Tap. Tap.  The frequency and intensity increase.  Soon he isn’t holding back and is spanking me hard.  Really hard.  He kicks my feet further apart and again holds the arm that I am trying to protect myself with behind my back.  Just when I am thinking that it will never end he drops the rice paddle.  I can’t move.

He ducks back into the kitchen and returns with a jar of coconut oil.  I am still standing bent over the table with my legs spread apart.  It feels cool as he rubs the oil into my skin – but it very quickly becomes warm from the heat radiating off my ass.  His big hands are working it into the flesh. The oil on the burning skin feels good.  His large hands roughly working it in continues the pain.

He twists me around so I am facing him.  He tugs off my t-shirt and yanks off my panties.  He lifts me up on the table and lays me back.  He bends my knees and plants my feet on the table.  He spreads my legs further apart.  My cunt is fully exposed.  He picks the paddle back up.  He slaps my pussy with the paddle.  Again.  Again.  Seven times.  The spankings were enough to get me dripping.  Sucking his cock always makes me wet.  After this I was drenched.  I could feel my juices slipping out of my cunt and running down my ass.

He sits down on the chair and slides it up to the table.  My cunt is in his face.  He lands his lips directly on my clit and starts licking and sucking.  It is gentle and slow and the exact opposite of the pain he just finished unleashing.  He is sucking lightly on my clit – but he continues to twist and pinch my now aching nipples.  My burning ass is hot and tender on the wooden table.  My cunt is on fire from the spanking and from the desire he is sucking out of it.  I am wracked with that delicious combination of pain and pleasure.  I am sweating and screaming as I cum into his mouth.

I think that we are done.  But he isn’t.  He is completely sober and wide awake and ready to make the most of my drunken willingness.  I’m always willing, really.  I will try anything and have never turned him down.  But the sex is still different with this dynamic.  He can be more aggressive – take me harder and spank me longer this way.  He is taking advantage of the situation.

He bends down and picks up the jar of coconut oil again.  He scoops some out and rubs his hands together to liquefy it.  Then he pushes my legs back and further apart – exposing my ass.  He rubs oil onto my asshole.  He adds more and rubs it in.  Then he slides in a finger – and quickly another.  He is fucking me with those thick fingers.  He continues to finger-fuck my ass and he bends down and returns to sucking my pussy.  I can hardly breathe.

He is nibbling on my clit with his teeth and using the hand that isn’t working my ass he unbuttons his pants.  He grabs more oil and slathers it on his cock.  He removes the fingers from my ass and plunges his cock in their place.

oh.my.god.

He braces himself by holding on to my tits as he plows his cock in and out of my ass.  He  pounds and pounds and pounds into me.  He isn’t holding back.  He has me stretched out from his fingers so he doesn’t need to start slow.  He sinks himself all the way into my ass.  Quickly.  Roughly.  In and out and in and out.  It  feels like I can’t take anymore.  His strength is overpowering.  His hands too strong.  His cock to wide. The table too hard under my sore ass.  I surrender my body to him and turn to complete jelly in my man’s skillful hands.  Those strong hands that are pinching and squeezing my tits.  Using them to keep pulling me closer to him as he fucks and fucks and fucks me.

I scream and shake as I come again.  And he emptys his balls into my ass.

He rests there for a minute before untangling himself from between my legs.  His cum drips out of my ass as his cock softens and he pulls himself free.  He gives me a kiss and wipes the tears from my eyes.  He gives a nipple a little suck and tweaks the other.  He lifts me off of the table and tells me that I belong to him.  Completely to him.

And he says he needs to take a shower to clean the pussy juice that I have left all over him.

He takes me in with him.

I wash his body first with soap and water.  And then with my tongue.  I am on my knees – on the floor of the shower – licking my man clean.  His cock rises again.

He stands me up and spins me around.  He slams me up against the shower wall and takes me again.

His cum runs out of my pussy and down my leg and is washed down the drain with the hot water.

We step out of the shower and begin toweling off.  He tells me to bend over – to put my hands on the edge of the tub.  He unleashes another round of spanking on my wet ass.  The sound of his hands slapping my ass fills the small room.  He takes his time.  He is in no rush.  My arms and legs are shaking as I try to stay in position.  I know he sees my desire begin to trickle down my leg.  He continues spanking me until he decides it is time to stop.

He tells me that I can stand up.  That it is time to head upstairs.

We crawl in to bed.

His head dives down between my legs.  My legs rest on his back and shoulders – I have no strength left to hold them up myself.  He sucks another orgasm from me.

We fall asleep.  Exhausted.  Limbs all tangled together.

Dinner Party

Last night we had a dinner party.  It was for 10 people.  I cooked and cleaned all day.  Mostly cooked.  He did a bulk of the cleaning.  We like having friends over – and I love to cook.  So dinner parties are usually a good time over here.

Candles were lit.  Music was on.  Friends arrived.  Drinks were served.  Dinner was soon ready.  We all had a great time.

It was after 1:00AM when the last of the guests arrived.  I was slowly moving around the kitchen starting to clean things up.  I was tired from cooking all day.  And sleepy from a fair amount of whiskey and lots of laughs with our friends.  He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.  I sunk back into his embrace and closed my eyes.  I was feeling all cozy and content wrapped up in his strong arms.

Then he growled in my ear.  The dishes can wait.  Get up to the bedroom and get yourself ready for me.

Usually this means it is time for a punishment.  I was confused.  The night had seemed to go perfect.  But I know now better than to argue or question him when he gets that tone in his voice.  So I dropped the towel on the counter and headed to our bedroom.

Get ready for me.  That is what he said.  Since I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong I didn’t know what the punishment was going to be.  Plus – as I mentioned – I was nice and loopy from the whiskey – so I wasn’t able to think all that clearly.  I decided it was best to be prepared for whatever he had in mind.

I took off my clothes and put them away.  I put on a short nightgown that he likes.  I pulled out the toy-box and set it on his nightstand.  I dimmed the lights and turned on some music.  Then I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.

He came up shortly.  He looked at me approvingly – so I must have guessed right.

He walked up to me – slowly removing his belt as he did.  He kicked my legs apart and stood between them – looking me in the eye the whole time.  He looped his belt in half and gave me a few swats on the thighs.  I felt myself start to get wet.  A few more swats – harder this time.  Holding me in his gaze.  Soaking wet.

He told me to not move.  Then he disappeared into the closet.  He came out just wearing his boxers.

He scooped me up roughly in his arms and tossed me back on the bed.  He reached down and yanked off that little nighty that I was wearing. Never taking his eyes away from mine he reached into his box of tricks and pulled out the restraints.  Uh-oh.  What was going to happen that I would need the restraints?  I have gotten really disciplined about not pulling away from him.  I had been working a lot on that because I know he likes how I can take his punishments.  How I take them as if I was restrained – when really the only thing holding me there is my will.

I was quickly shackled and spread out on the bed.  The music was turned up louder.  He came up and sat by my head.  Holding me up as far as the restraints would allow – he poured some more whiskey down my throat.  And then he took a piece of silk and wrapped it around my eyes.  He kissed my forehead.

The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed up on top of me.  He was on all fours – hovering over my body.  He started kissing me hard and deep.  He sunk his teeth deep into my neck.  He came back up and poured more whisky into me.  My head was starting to spin.  He started lightly tracing my nipples with his fingers.  He pinched and twisted them – lightly and gently.  I moaned and arched my back trying to get them closer to him.  He alternated sucking on one and pinching and slapping the other – back and forth and back and forth.  I was lost in it.

This didn’t feel like a typical punishment.  And I still didn’t know what I could have done wrong.  The whiskey was swimming in my head.  I was tied down and blindfolded and the music was playing loudly.  All I could focus on were those strong hands of his and what they were doing to my hungry nipples.  I managed to squeak out a question.  He stopped and slid back up to me.

What did you say baby?  He reached down and pinched a nipple hard.

I moaned uncontrollably and repeated my question.  Please tell me what I did wrong, so that I know how to please you next time.  My only desire is to please you, I said.

He lifted up my head and slid more whiskey down my throat.

He lowered himself down close and whisper-growled in my ear.  Oh baby.  You were perfect.  Everything was perfect.  This isn’t punishment.  This is a reward for your good behavior.  You were a very good girl tonight.  You were my cook.  You were my maid.  Now you are going to be my whore.  My pussy gushed.

With that he slid back down to my aching breasts.  He pulled the nipples up in his teeth and slapped them across their sides.  He rolled the nipples around and around between this thick fingers.

He reached into the whiskey glass and pulled out an ice cube.  He held it in his teeth and traced his way down my belly.

He positioned his body in-between my spread eagle’d legs.  He took his fingers and pulled the lips slowly apart.  He rolled my clit around in his mouth.  He dragged his tongue from my slit back up to my clit and down again.  He sat on the ottoman at the end of the bed and slowly but methodically ate his way right through me.  I was moaning and screaming and panting with desire.  God.  He is so fucking good at this.  He let the lips fall back into place and moved his hands back up to my tits.  Rolling my nipples with his fingers and my clit with his tongue.  No wonder he tied me down.  I would have been on the ceiling if he hadn’t.  I needed to catch my breath.

He knows my body so well.  I guess that happens after being together for as long as we have.  He knew.  And he slowed down.  He came back up to the top of the bed.  Held my face as he kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I tasted whiskey and my pussy.

He slapped my face hard and leaned down to growl again in my ear.  This is just a break.  I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little whore.  And don’t you dare come until I tell you it is time, okay?

Somehow I managed to agree.

He grabbed a pillow and slid it underneath my ass.  He re-arranged the leg tethers so that my knees were pulled up closer to me. This pushed my sex out closer to him.  I am pretty sure he had that in mind.

He bit my clit.  He slid a finger in and out of my cunt.  He licked my ass.

He went back to the toy-box and pulled out the container of coconut oil.  He dipped his fingers in it – then back in my ass – and over and over until my ass was just as wet as my poor cunt.  My body was aching for release.  Every nerve stood on end.

He grabbed the fat metal plug from the toy-box and pushed it steadily into my ass.

Fuck!

I felt like I was going to come – but I knew he didn’t want that .  I tried to concentrate on just breathing.

Back to my pussy.  My guy eats my pussy like crazy.  How can he possibly expect me to not come?  His tongue rolling my clit and a thick metal plug up my ass.  All while drunk and tethered to the bed…

He stopped eating my pussy and started twisting the plug around.  Spinning it around, pulling it out and sliding it back in.  I was shaking.  He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.  He told me to ask him to fuck me.  Only when he was fucking me would he let me come.  My voice was shaky – but between moans (he was still fucking me with the butt plug) I begged him to fuck me.  Please, show me some mercy and fuck me.  Please, give me your cum.  Please empty your balls into my pussy.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please!

With one last good twist he shoved the plug back firmly into my ass.  Oh god – he was going to leave that in!

He left me tied up and blindfolded as he climbed on top.  I felt his cock slide into my mouth.  I sucked on him until he was hard as a rock.  He slid back down and rammed his cock inside me.

Filled up with metal plug in my ass and a thick cock in my cunt.  Tied down so I couldn’t hardly move.  I was going out of my mind as he pounded in and out of me.  Over and over and over.  This man of mine can go and go and go.  And he did.  The pillow was still under my ass lifting me up to him.  So he hit my clit every time he slid into me.  I shook and sweat and screamed until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him if I could please come now.  He didn’t answer right away – he was breathing hard now too – fucking me like there was no tomorrow.  Showing me no mercy with his greedy cock.

He finally said yes and I exploded all over him.  He fucked me while I came a second time.  Then he moved back up to my head and fucked my mouth until he came.  He knows how I love it when he feeds me his cock and then his cum.  I gobbled them both down like a hungry slut.

We laid there for awhile catching our breath.  He removed the blindfold.  Looking me in the eyes he told me how much he loved me, and told me again what a good girl I had been tonight.  I was his beautiful cook, maid and whore.

He got up and started loosening the tethers.  But he didn’t remove them completely.

I looked at him questioningly.

I’m not done with you yet, he said.  This is just another break.  I need to eat more of that fine pussy of yours and make sure you know how much I appreciate you.

Oh dear god.  I almost came again just from that.  I love how he eats me out.

He made me come six more times before he thought I had been rewarded enough.  He came another time in my mouth and also unloaded in my cunt.

He untied me and held me in his arms and we went to sleep as the sun rose on the new day.