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I’m feeling very turned on right now, not 100% sure why. I was sitting on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls (kind of going through a phase…), and suddenly I was turned on. I hate that The Boyfriend works night, because it would be nice to have him around for those moments, especially since it’s most likely to happen around about that time… The silence, you know 😉

Last night, The Boyfriend and I had an absolutely delightful night. He had had four nights off, and the first three nights we were both much too tired to do just about anything. Sleep was our main priority. Finally, the fourth night, we didn’t sleep. Well, eventually we did, but not originally 😉

When we started, I didn’t expect that it would carry on long at all. That we’d both probably get distracted and it would just be another make out session. I crawled on top of him on the couch and one thing led to another, and next thing I know, he’s grabbing my hips and literally making me ride him. I was bouncing up and down, and we were both erotically laughing as my head and hair bobbed all over the place. It was fun sex.

Then, we switched to me face down and him on top from behind, vaginally of course (my choice, not his)! He doesn’t know this completely, but I normally go to this position when I’m ready for him to cum, because I know it happens quickly. Whereas when I’m on top, sometimes it can take a really long time. And while I appreciate the hour(s) long sex, I am a Mom of four and when 3 AM rolls around, I start getting pretty worried about how little sleep I’m going to get…

He came fast, as I knew he would, and I hadn’t yet. I had had the flogger earlier in the night (with the intention of flogging him, though the making out started and the flogger kind of got dropped, literally), so while I played with myself, my ass got a nice little flogging. After what seemed like too long of playing and not cumming, I asked The Boyfriend to grab me the purple pussy vibrator.

The piece of crap (I really gotta replace that thing…) finally got used, after months of isolation beneath the night table in my room. It even got a fresh new battery in it. Man oh man, did it ever feel nice grinding against the vibrator as The Boyfriend rhythmically beat my ass with the flogger.

After he was done, he was saying my ass was really red and he could see some welting on the roundest part of my butt. I fell asleep before I looked in the mirror, and of course, the next morning, absolutely nothing. I so badly want a beating that leaves a mark. That hurts the next day when I sit down. That hurts more when it’s happening. We’ve agreed that we’re picking up something less vanilla the next time we get something.

We went out shopping the other day and hit one of our local bookstores. I came across “The Guide to Getting It On”, and was so happy to finally have an educational sex book, and not just erotica. I’ve always, for as long as I can remember, wanted a library filled with nothing but sex, medical and psychology books. Same with, I want a room with a display of decorative glass dildos. I know, what a shame not to use them, but I figure I’ll just buy everyone in a set of two! If only…

I haven’t really read anything but the BDSM section, of course 😉 I was wondering about something after reading it. The book describes a fetish as a reliance on a certain something to achieve arousal. And I know that’s like the medical definition of a fetish, but in the kinky world, is a fetish really like that? I say that I have a foot fetish, because I love love love feet. I think feet are erotic and sexy and upon looking at an extremely beautiful pair of feet, I feel passionate. But I don’t rely on feet (other than the fact that certain positions require them) to achieve arousal. Does that mean that it’s not a fetish then? And if it’s not a fetish, what is it?

I’ve always kind of considered a fetish to be something that you find erotic that “normal” society wouldn’t, like a foot or a food or a material. And I’ve always considered a paraphillia to be the reliance part. And I know that they’re basically one in the same, but I feel like one should sound like less of an abnormality than the other. That way those of us who can still get turned on without the object, aren’t put on the same list of those who can’t and those who “normal” society (and sometimes the person themselves) think need help. I know it sounds like I’m trying to put a label on something that has no need for a label in the first place, but I feel like if there were a separation between the two, fetishes would be more accepted. Assuming anyone agrees with the fetish/paraphillia separation.

I think The Boyfriend and I can officially start looking into going to munches again. The kids are all old enough now that they can safely be left with family, and formula has been bought, plus The Boyfriend is going down to part-time 😉

I’ve been craving some sort of interaction to this world that I keep getting pulled deeper and deeper into. My interests in it just keep expanding the more I experience. The thing that almost scares me, is how much more I want. Like with the floggings. After every flogging, I’m telling The Boyfriend to do it harder next time. Then he does, and I tell him to do it harder. Is it always going to be like this? Never gets hard enough…

It’s like safewords. I’ve never been even slightly close to using a safeword with The Boyfriend. I’ve never even said things like stop or don’t or no more. It’s always been a very manageable pain.

I hope one day I feel completely sexually fulfilled. I hope, before I die, I feel like I know who I am sexually, for sure. No questions about it. Does anyone out there feel completely satisfied with their sexuality?

Finally, last night, I whipped out the bondage tape. It was already late, and really we should have just gone to sleep, but I’ve been craving strapping his hands together so bad, and he goes back to work tonight, so it had to be last night.

I had said before we went to bed, that I wanted to have sex. Though I guess he didn’t really believe me. I finished feeding Carter and rolled over and automatically started making out with him. Then I crawled on top of him and continued making out with him.

I grabbed the bondage tape, and after much fighting with it and plenty of giggles from the both of us, I quickly and messily wrapped it around his wrists, and then wrapped another strip through the center and tied it to the bed. It was a very unprofessional job, but I think that it’s going to take alot more practice, because the stuff sticks together weird.

Of course, the second he was secure enough for my liking, I tickled him and he bucked his hips wildly trying to knock me off of him. He laid quite still, with his eyes closed and hands tied up behind him, and first I straddled facing him, and then straddled facing away from him. Then I was facing him again.

To me, it felt like he was bored. Normally, he’s so in control during sex, that I just started thinking by the end of it, “Man, I really suck in bed”, even though I’m hoping that’s not the truth. During our talk later, he said that he definitely wasn’t bored, but I don’t know if I believe him.

I took his hands down from the bed, and asked him if he’d like to fuck me from behind, which seems to be my favourite position lately. First, because I think I feel tighter, I don’t know if that’s the truth or not, but I’m convinced. And second, because it’s the easiest way for me to masturbate, and more often than not we cum at the same time, and I absolutely love when that happens.

His wrists were still together, and he got behind me and put his hands at the lowest part of my back, right above my ass. He pulled me back and forth onto him, and I knew we’d be cumming in no time. Then all of a sudden, he had ripped the tape off from around his wrists, and was down on top of me. Within minutes, he was cumming. After he was done, I came, using my pillow to try my hardest to muffle my moans.

I enjoyed it, though it didn’t go at all the way I had planned it. Next time, I think I might try to strap his hands to his thighs, that way he can touch my skin with his fingers and nothing more. I missed having his touch during it all, and felt less sexy because of it.

I was a little sad, because during the whole day, I kept teasing him with a flogging. And then once we got down to bed, and the bondage tape was on, sex became more important than flogging as the clock neared 4 AM, and I had to be up at 7:30.  Flogging probably would’ve resulted in yet another all-nighter. And I’m still trying to recover from the last one…

I’ve been writing like it’s going out of style these last couple of days. It’s too bad it’s National Novel Writing Month, because I’m pretty sure I’ll have one by the end of this month. I even went as far as to add a chapter widget to The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, so that those that are new can read from the start of the story and carry on.

I’ve been having so much fun writing it and now The Boyfriend is all jealous. He’s been working on a story idea since we started dating. Possibly before that, but I didn’t know about it then. His story is much more intricate than my story, and he’s got maps and timelines and factions. My story doesn’t have that. He finally read it, after I printed the pages out for him, and he goes, “You’re so much better of a writer than I am.” I completely disagree with him.

Though I do hold alot of pride in the writing of The Brighton Tales and think it is probably the best thing I’ve written to date (that wasn’t a journal entry), I enjoy the way The Boyfriend writes and thinks he has serious potential. If his job didn’t make it so hard to stay on the computer and just write, and if we didn’t have four kids running about the house ready to distract him at any given moment, I’m sure he could bang out a completed story in no time.

I love that I’m finally with a guy who is creative, and it’s not a competition. We can both write stories, and read each others stuff and given constructive criticism easily. He’s the first guy I’ve ever been with, who when he sings along with music, I don’t cringe and try to stealthily cover my ears. I think it’s been a good couple of days.

So, I have a question. I know that I’ve been getting quite a few readers (an average of 31/week), and I know that my viewings always spike on WTMFI Wednesdays. So I wanna know why people haven’t started participating yet? Does anyone run a successful meme styled post and know how to get participants? I want to read your guys’ experiences too, not just write about mine. So again, I will tell you all, COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED! It brings excitement to my day when someone comments on my blog. So, comment on my posts already! 😉

So, if the next six days are anything like the first day, it’s going to be a great Birthday Holiday week for The Boyfriend and I! Well great in one sense, there’s the whole issue of my lunatic brother right now. So that’s putting a pretty big damper on things…

As I’ve said, The Boyfriend has taken a week off for his birthday. Yesterday was his first day off, and it was all around a great day. He managed to stay awake all day, and even stayed up late so that we could have some fun. And boy, did we ever have fun.

Hours upon hours of torturous teasing. He kept saying, “You’ll be begging for it by the end of the night”, and he was definitely right. I even got a hairbrush spanking, though it’s been awhile since I had one, plus I had almost two weeks of sexual frustration all pent up, so I was hyper-sensitive to every little touch. Needless to say, the sharp, stinging thud from the plastic hairbrush, was almost too much for me, so I only got maybe four or five quick smacks. Satisfied me though!

He was talking ever so dirty to me, and I absolutely love when he does that. We even put on a sex playlist, if you will, because we both wanted background noise (it started getting annoying to flip through porn on the PS3 without a keyboard or mouse!). And The Boyfriend, the hopeless romantic that he is, even had to set the atmosphere, turning off all the lights (even the computer monitor!) and lighting a bunch of strategically placed candles.

My lunatic brother had to be a damper once or twice during the beginning of our session. And even though it was annoying as fuck, the upside is, our session dragged on forever, through relentless hours of teasing. By the time we finally got down to action, I could hardly contain myself, though he seemed to be doing a spectacular job!

As his stellar tongue rhythmically tickled my clit, I was brought to the ultimate and long awaited orgasm. I swear I saw the entire night flash before my eyes, as I asked, “Can I cum?” and was quickly given a “Yes!”. Everything turned white for a split moment, and he was inside me cumming with me, his balls contracting against my asshole. Pure ecstacy…

After that, we were both exhausted and slightly giggly about the encounter that had just took place. We went straight to bed, and made a vow to do “that” more often! This morning, I let him sleep in and in the afternoon, he let me sleep. So we both made up for the lost hours of sleep last night, which was awesome as well.

Today has been full of planning for future sexpeditions on this next six days off. A couple days ago, for the first time in a very very, probably slightly embarrassing, long time, I went out and bought myself some make-up. A little blush, some eyeliner, mascara (which I’ve never owned!), and nail polish. About a month ago, a cousin of mine gave me these really cute heels. So we’ve agreed, some more foot photos are on their way!!

The last foot photo installment I did, was back in the summer, or as we call them around here, “the good ole days”. I did a set during a nail painting session, sadly it was the last time that year that I painted my nails… Then I did another set when we went for, literally, a day of camping somewhere near Nordegg.

I haven’t done another set since then, because I ran out of nail polish. And while everyone else might be okay with bare toenails, I’m not so much okay with it. I prefer to have nailpolish on when feet pictures are being taken. So I took the liberty of buying two new shades, and I plan on doing up a make-up and nailpolish night as soon as I find an outfit that I like to go with it (because I can’t do one thing, if I’m not going to do the other. It’d take the whole she-bang to get me feeling the kind of sexy I want to feel!).

I’m super stoked to do some pictures. It’s been a really long time! Almost too long. I’ve enlisted The Boyfriend to do more of the photography this time, hopefully he’ll be able to manage. Get him to take a picture of a landscape, flowers or weird looking trees, he produces masterpieces without any type of touch up being needed. Get him to take pictures of living things, like humans – and especially naked living things – they always turn out blurry, the lighting is always weird and there seems to be an odd shadow in every one.

I’m hoping we can figure out a way to solve all these issues, and that I’ll take control and be sort of a director, since I have an idea of what I want to do for pictures. I wish I knew more about photography in general. I have so many ideas for what I’d like to see for photos. Especially how I’d like myself to look in a photo. Though I can never seem to nail it on the head (unless it’s photos of my feet in the water, and then I think it looks beautiful and magnetic). I think one of these days, I’m gonna end up taking a photography class.

Same with, one of these days, I’m gonna either purchase a really good webcam or I’m gonna get an awesome video camera, and start making home movies. It’d be so cool to take that from a hobby to a career! I’d love to make my own porn, and see it the way I wanted to see it, since I never can seem to find anything that I’m not overly critical and hardly turned on by… Maybe I’m just too picky 😉

Well I must end this writing, as it’s almost time to cut The Boyfriend’s hair and then take a nice, hot and hopefully kinky shower. Anyone else have an astounding sexual experience lately? Wanna tell me about it in the comments? Do it up!