Formspring Friday: Is it real?

Are your stories real or fake?

Well... now that's a complicated question because some of my stories are real and some are fiction. Most of them I will mention straight up if they are something that actually happened or if it is something that I imagine could of happened or just a fantasy. 

I have never had a crazy over the top sex life but I have had enough sex and enough partners to tell you who was good and who was bad, and which ones were just plain horrible. I wrote what I know and what I have experianced. If I was just trying to write crazy stories about things I knew nothing about then my blog would sound more like something out of a fifty shades novel.  The same with the sexual situations whether its with Atlas or someone else, if it was good... I am going to tell you about it. If it was bad, chances are I will keep it to myself, unless it was really that bad but I will always be honest about it. 

I also write stories about some of the things that I thought could have happened or that I maybe fantisized about happening such as this What Could Have Happened, or Class Break which was written about what could of maybe should have happened with Hermes. Other things are just plain fantasies of mine such as the Rendevous Series written with Jack or  A Boat Story. While others are real such as Brett or Sleeping bag are as real as it gets. 

I know my blog is all over the place but it's mine... So... that's the best answer I can give you right now.

TMI Tuesday

1. What size (King, queen, full, twin)?

We had a queen bed when we were first married. I affectionately called this the "slut bed" because of all of Atlas' whoring around before he met me... After we had our oldest the only way I could continue to function, work 12 hour shifts and be a good nursing mother was to allow said child to sleep with us... so the queen slut bed quickly was upgraded to the California Kind we have now. Big enough to fit two adults and two children or 3 adults comfortably... I think... never tried.

This is every Saturday and Sunday morning

2. What mattress construction (conventional springs, air bed, water bed, Tempurpedic-type)
Pillow top. Funny thing... when buying a mattress Atlas went to the shop first as I was at a dr appointment. He picked out the mattress he wanted then I went later and laid on every mattress in the store and we picked the same one. Its still my favorite bed today.

3. What type furniture (just a frame, headboard/footboard, canopy, trundle, etc)? Describe.

We have a four post pineapple bed??? Okay to be completely honest, bought the frame off of craigslist because it was awesome and I loved it! Its huge and intimidating and everything a bed made for fucking should be.

4. If your bed has headboard/footboard or bedposts, have you ever been tied to them? Ever tied anyone to them? For what purpose?

I remember tying Atlas to the bed once while we were dating maybe. I used ties  ( not silver ones you fifty wannabes) but whatever he had in his closet and I used it to tease him till he was ready to explode. It was fun, and that was in the slut bed.

5. What kind of sheets (cotton, linen, silk, flannel)?

800 thread count egytian cotton, I spent 1/3 of my life in this bed, I want it to be everything it can be.

6. What kind of blankets (cotton, wool, thermal, electric)?
Down comforter in a duvet in the winter, just the duvet in the summer.

7. What’s on top (bedspread, duvet,…)?

I like Jack's answer!!!  Hopefully you.

8. What kind of pillow (down, foam, fiberfill)?

Without being sarcastic there are 9 pillows on my bed right now. I know I usually sleep with 4 at a time. I like to feel like there is someone in the bed with me and if I am tricking myself into believe that a pillow pressed against me is someone thats good enough for me. Pillows are also used for building walls when the kids sleep in the bed or I am mad at Atlas. I am learned that there are few things more successful at preventing a midnight attack than turning your back leaving your shorts on, and putting 3 pillows between you.

Bonus: Fill in the blank and answer question.If _____ comes over, will you let them fuck you on your bed? Yes or no.

Sidney Crosby... In my bed, on the floor, out in the middle of the yard... where ever however... yes please....

True story

I went to bed around 10 knowing full well my phone would be ringing later on that night. Is it still a booty call if you know you are getting that call? We had texted all day, teasing and flirting and driving home the idea that we both wanted at each other, only geography and work was in the way. Either way, I knew the call was coming and I was expecting it when my cell phone buzzed next to my head at 245am.

" What are you doing" his drunken voice spilled through the reciever
" Sleeping, like normal people do at night" Funny how the 18 year old me, knew so much better than the 27 year old me.
" Well... I was thinking you should come over" This is where I could of played around, maybe not, I don't want to get dressed, I don't feel like driving for 45 minutes, I just don't think I want to fuck you tonight. But I skipped all the BS and quickly answered him.
" I'm on my way, its gonna be about an hour"
" I know I'll be waiting at the door"

And he was, no shirt, sweat pants that hung  just " that way" (oh fifty shades and your lack of better terms),  his hair kinda tussled, no shoes,  a drunken smile on his face, and a beer in his hand.  I walked up to his house, sandals, shorts and a tank top sans bra, I wasn't going to need it anyway. There was a single purpose behind the 45 minute drive and it wasn't to awe him with my conversational skills.  I had no one to impress, he already called me I must had made a good enough impression before, besides who sends a girl away at 330 in the morning for not wearing makeup? Not that guy.

He opened the door and I walked in beneath his arm, he stood about 6'2 and I was able to easily duck his attempt to kiss me until I was inside. I sat down on the couch and he went to get me a beer. I  Sat smiling on the couch like any goofy 18 year old girl about to be seduced by this intensely attractive older man. 

His name was Brett we met through a mutual friend who promised both of us we would never be compatable, We were too cocky for eahcother, we were too outgoing, and we both liked to be the center of attention... sooo... to me sounded like we could never ever ever date... but fuck... never was there a better combination. He was tall and fit, a bartender  mon-thur nights, a stripper fri-sun nights and a radio DJ throughout the week... I found him attractrive and the cockiness that oozed from his pores really turned me on.

So I sat on the couch as he stood across the room, we made small talk, jesting each other for position, I mentioned that i had never met a man who could make me blush, which at the time was true and so I set the challenge. He flipped on the stereo and this began to play.

So he began to strut over dancing. Strutting like only someone who has been paid to take thier cloths off does.   I leaned back against the back of the couch and enjoyed the show. He came up to the couch and began to grind up against me, picked me up and started to dance with me. I think there is nothing more sexy than a man who can dance, or a man who even attempts to dance even if hes not good at it. But Brett, ooo he could move.  He moved me to the position that he found fitting and pushed his body against mine while holding me tight to his chest.

At some point in the dancing and grinding he had me laid me down on the couch and began to grind into me.  Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts to the side and slid deep inside me. Taking me kinda of by surprise but mostly just taking me. He knelt his knee on the couch and stood with the other leg and began to slowly fuck me, rhythmically taking his time going all the way in and then pulling all the way out.

 He stepped back and pulled my shorts all the way off as his slid his pants down and stepped out of them.  He pulled me up and pushed me against the back of the couch and I held on as he leaned forward to kiss my neck his hands over my breasts pulling on my nipples. He pushed into me and began to fuck me harder and faster. He reached down between my legs and began rub my clit.  His head was next to mine when I began to explode. He reached up and cupped his hand over my mouth and whispered into my ear. " My Brother is home this weekend, you need to keep quiet".

He held onto me and rolled us over so I was straddling him and he was sitting on the couch hands on my hips guiding my every move. I threw my head back as he reached up for my neck, and slid his hands over my shoulders and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled. The pleasureand  the pain intense and incredible. He pushed harder and deeper into me and all at once came hard pulling my head back to kiss my mouth.


 A few moments after my toes uncurled I stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of gatorade... I pulled Brett out another beer but when I turned to find the bottle opener he was standing in front of me. I handed him th beer and he walked forward at me, as I walked backward into the counter.He reached behind me and set his beer on the counter. He lifted my hips and set me on the counter and stood between my legs. Hard again, already... we started to fuck on the counter but my head kept hitting the cabinet behind me so he picked me up and moved to the kitchen table. Where he laid me flat on my back. I reached up and felt the muslces in his arms ran my fingers against his rock hard abs and wrapped my legs around his waist.  He pulled my right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he slowly pushed the head of his swollen cock deep into me. I had to hold the end of the table so that I wouldn't be pushed all the way across the top of it. He pulled out of me and flipped me over so my breasts pressed against his kitchen table. He slid his legs apart and Brett thurst into me two times each time pushing the entire table across the floor.

"This is just not going to work for what I have in mind."
" What exactly do you have in mind then because this is working out nicely for me."
" OH there's so much more of you I will have this morning"

 He stopped at this point and helped me up from the table. I stood kind of dumbfounded and in an instant he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder and up the stairs we headed. We stood for a second in the hallway while he teased me, and tapped me lightly on the ass. I was trying to keep quiet as we were only feet away from the room where is brother was sleeping. Finally he burst through the door to his room, and tossed me onto the bed. I leaned up on my elbows as he drunkenly, seductively crawled up the bed towards me.  He split my legs and began kissing up my thigh. I reached down and instinctually reached for the back of his head. He began to lick up and down and nipped and licked at my swollen clit. He stuck two fingers inside of me, and within seconds I was cumming and moaning and pulling the sheets into my fists.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to return the favor. So when he knelt on his knees to take me again, I moved so that it was my mouth that found his cock. He slid into my mouth. Thick and full, and hard. He began slowly allowing me a chance to get used to the feeling and then he reached down to hold the  back of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I could feel his orgasm start to build and I pulled my mouth from him... He smiled and told me " you should of finished me that way, because I am going to fuck you till you walk funny tomorrow" and that my friends is when I blushed. 

And fuck me he did. First  he knelt in front of me with my legs to either of his sides, then he held my legs to his left side and fucked me slowly and deep.  Then he moved away and rolled me onto my stomache. He pulled my hips up and slid a pillow under then and placed his hand in the space between my shoulder blades. with his other hand pulled my arms behind me and held my hands together. With that hand we interlocked fingers which was kind of intimate at the time.  He started slowly, pressing down on my shoulders.

"tell me if you need a break or if you need a different position" He growled at me. He then began to move faster and he let go of my hands and placed his hand on my hip and pulled me towards him.  He plunged deeper into me and harder than I think I had ever been fucked before. I reached out in front of me for the headboard and braced myself as he pushed harder and deeper.  I felt my stomach start to tighten and my legs started to get weaker and all at once we came together in a sweaty tangled mess. ( that was also the first time I ever came with someone else). Brett collapsed on top of me and then slowly pulled out of me to lay down next to me...I laid for a few minutes sitting up he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. He held my face for a few moments and then smiled. "You're beautiful, that was the best sex I have ever had"   My face burned .and he saw it. " Looks like I win..." What do you mean you win?" I asked puzzled for a second.  "You said a man has never made you blush... I must of fucked the blush out of you." and we both started to laugh.

I didn't stay too long after that. I wasn't one to spend the night plus it was morning by then.  On my drive home I stopped at a gas station and picked up a Yoo-hoo and a pack of Rasperberry Zingers... I remember eaxctly what I ate  that morning because that was the first of many yoo-hoo and zinger breakfasts that followed.

Its not lack of other options...

So I am home from a long boring slow quiet BEAUTIFUL night.  I spent the better part of the night chatting with a few friends, maybe enjoying some more than others ***Cough Hermes Cough***.  It was a good night a fun night and I hope to do it again soon.... I have a few post that I am working on but for now... as promised, my knee socks from last night.

"Hey... your dork is showing"  Yes... They come with capes too. Be jealous.

TMI Tuesday on Thursday? Yes Please

1. I enjoy the idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me that:
a. makes me curious
b. is titillating and sexually arousing
c. that leaves me screaming and/or crying because that’s the way I like it

A? I think I am deinfately curious about it but not to the point that I would jump head over heels into a situation that was meant only to inflict pain for the purpose of pleasure but... if it is part of pleasure... I don't mind a nice swat against my bottom while being fucked doggie style or the feel of a man's hand wrapped tightly around a fistfull of my hiar pulling my head back... teeth grazing against my neck or breast or inner thigh... Maybe I am more into it than I know. I just have never been with anyone who wanted to even remotely try anything past perhaps hand tying, or the above formentioned events.

2. Do you like being forced to dress or act in a way that is humiliating? If yes, please describe. If no, why not?

No... I dress the way I want and act the way I want... if you want to change that chances are good we aren't going to get along for very long. You want me to dress up in the bedroom or act a certain way there? Perhaps we can come to an agreement because its in private but don't expect me to be acting a fool where anyone else can see.

3. Do you like seeing bruises, scars, or marks that were caused during sex on either you or your partner? What kind of marks?

I get an odd thrill to seeing marks that I left and get turned on seeing marks that were left on me. Let's not get over the top... I am talking light bruises or hickeys... but there is something satisfying about feeling sore after great sex... and I always mention that the next day if if was a particularly eventful evening or day or its been a long time since sex and I am in fact sore... I mention that because I think its hot. Below the neck hickeys happen often by accident for more than on purpose... I like to see the red marks that I leave on Atlas' back after a good night of fucking.

4. Would you like to be forced to do sexual things that you don’t necessarily like to do? Yes or No.

I will try anything once, chances are good if you ask you won't have to force me... at least the first time. Do I like to be forced to do anything? No, its just not my style... but if you ask nicely... plead, beg, we may be able to come to an agreement.

5. Do you want to be forced to watch your lover with someone else? Yes, No or It depends.

No. not at all. I wouldn't do it... end of story.

6. What dirty (sometimes inappropriate) things do you like to say to your sexual partner?

What do I say? Oh boy... Here comes my complete dorkiness because I am like a small child, my face turns red, I stammer over my words... unless we are already fucking becuase then whatever is in my head just flows out, no filter at all... or I am drunk or even buzzed... two drinks in and I will tell you what I think of you... sometimes more than you even want to know... Poor Hermes has been on the recieving end of drunken emails... maybe that's why we haven't chatted in awhile...

Bonus: Finish this statement: I like being powerful in bed because __________ .
I don't know if I do... I like to be positioned and moved and fucked... Granted I am all about taking what's mine and giving but I like someone else to take the lead and give me some direction...not because I don't know what i am doing but because, I'm going to get mine regardless... I want to make sure I am a satisfying partner.