Thursday, November 14, 2013

Deep Throat

My next encounter was by far the craziest and most steamy thing I had every done up until that point in my life.

Six pack abs, dark shaggy hair, and a high level of education is what attracted to me to Dom #2. I met with him early in the morning, around 8am, on a weekday, for tea at a downtown coffee shop. I was already out of my comfort zone by meeting him in the morning, earlier than I am usually out of bed. I wore a short black dress, a belt and a cardigan.

I had planned on meeting him for tea/coffee, us getting to know one another, feeling him out, and then making plans to meet a second time.

That's not quite how it happened. He met me outside of the coffee shop, with a tea already waiting for me. We walked around the neighborhood, heading in a direction I'd never been before. We discussed the types of things we wanted, and he informed me that he was a very private person and that he wouldn't acknowledge me if he saw me on the street.

Ok, I can understand that. But I have to admit that it caught me off guard. I was looking for someone who would care for me, not to love me, but ... ok maybe to love me, but in a different way. Someone who wanted to take care of me and enjoyed spending time with me while we were together. But because I was eager, I told myself that I couldn't blame him for what he wanted, and wasn't this what I wanted too? Anonymity?

As we were walking, he said to me, "We are walking in the direction of my house... do you want to come over?" I was not expecting this. I was instantly nervous, and I had a rock in the pit of my stomach telling me that this was a bad thing to do. Not that I was going to be hurt or anything, just that it wasn't RIGHT according to my then conscious.

But after a little prodding, I agreed. A few aspects of my life that I wanted to change were over-thinking everything, saying no to everything, and to just live a little.

Before I knew it, we were in his house. He closed the door behind him, turned to me, and put his hands on my hips. He looked me in the eyes and moved his hands up, pushing off my cardigan. It fell to the floor as he deftly unhooked my belt and threw it on the nearby couch. He lifted my dress up and over my head.

It was happening so fast, what was I doing? I wasn't thinking. Good. Wasn't that what I wanted? To not have to think about everything? Yes.

Soon I was standing in nothing but my panties. "Get on your knees" he said. His voice was soft and warm, quiet, but strict and his tone demanded that I listen and obey.

I sank to my knees on his cold, hardwood floor. He opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and pushed the layers of clothing down past his erection. He was huge. Absolutely the biggest dick I had ever seen at that time.

"Open your mouth". That voice again. My brain said "listen to him", and I did.

I took his cock in my mouth, his skin was soft and hot, with the hardness of his swollen dick just below the thin skin.

I wet his skin with my tongue, pulling his dick into my mouth and back out again, making sure that it was wet and slippery.

Suddenly, his hands were in my hair and he was pulling my mouth further down his dick. He filled my mouth fully, touching the back of my throat. "Mmm you don't have a gag reflex?" he asked, and I felt myself smile around his dick. He kept himself deep inside of me, pumping himself inside my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes and I steadied myself by putting my hands against his thighs. "Hands behind your back" he commanded, and I obeyed.

I couldn't breathe well, I could only inhale very small gasps of breath when his cock vacated my throat cavity for one or two seconds. Tears ran down my face and I felt spit well up in my mouth and choke me.

Soon I tasted something other than spit. Something salty, and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat in waves as he groaned. I swallowed for him, without being told, and the look on his face told me he was very pleased.

He had me stand, my legs shaky, and walked me to another room, where he discarded his pants. There was a couch, which he sat on the edge of, and he had me kneel in front of him and service his huge cock once again. By this time my nose and eyes were running and my throat was sore. I couldn't handle his cock any longer. I choked and pulled him out.

He forced me to try again, with the same result. Tears were flooding down my face, smearing my mascara.

"Stand and sit next to me here" he said, patting the couch cushion next to him. I was nervous. I disobeyed him and let him down and now what was going to happen to me?

My heart was still pounding from exertion and lack of oxygen as he pushed my back so that I was lying over his lap. He slid my panties down, revealing my creamy white ass. "Your skin is so soft and supple" he said in his velvety voice, right before I felt the first sting of his open palm on my bare skin.

SLAP.

Damn did that hurt! But there was a rush along with the stinging sensation. A rush that ran straight between my legs.

SLAP. This slap was followed by a caress of his hand on my ass, and up my back, a petting motion, "Good girl".

SLAP again, and again and again and again, each followed by a soothing massage of the area.

Soon, he spread my legs and slipped 2 fingers into my pussy, smacking my ass with his other hand. Another finger was inserted into my ass. I've never felt something so tantalizing in my entire life. All the sensations I was feeling at once: pain, affection, ecstasy.

When he was finished spanking me and I sank to the floor, he left the room, returning with my clothes.

He drove me back to my car, and I drove to work.

My ass was tender all day and when I checked later, I had 2 hand-shaped bruises on my ass cheeks, each finger distinguishable in the black, blue and purple of the bruise against the backdrop of my white skin.

Yours,
Birdie

A Mentor

Hi everyone,

I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting... I was sick for awhile and then was playing catch-up.

The guy I wrote about in my last article and I never reconnected. And I'm afraid that it was likely my fault. The next day I was giddy about meeting him, about doing something so "naughty" like meeting up with a man I have never met, rubbing his cock, nibbling his neck, and making out with him in a bar where I could have easily seen someone I knew or worked with. I texted him frequently, very likely overwhelming him.

I wanted reassurance that I was desirable, that he wanted to be with me, and I was generally just being a nervous and ridiculous girl. He asked me what I was looking for in the relationship, and I just said I wanted someone I can be friends with outside of sex, and he assumed that I wanted to be in a relationship with me.

We were both wrong. I came on strong and he was the opposite, being very aloof, which for my first Dom, was too cold. I needed someone to be loving to me and to show me the ways. Wax on, wax of and all that.

So I searched around the kinkster website and came across someone who lived in my area. A Dom who was already in a dom/sub relationship with at least 2 other women, and whom I wasn't very interested in, met up with me and we went over the ropes.

What was I interested in?
What were my limits?
What age rage was I willing to try?
And most importantly, he taught me to be safe. Told me how to guard my body as well as my mind.

One important thing he told me was that yes, while I am a sub, I am no ones sub unless I decide that I am. It was something that I keep in my mind until this day. While I want to please every man I meet, I still have to protect myself.

Stay tuned for the next post, which will detail my first sexual experience with a Dom. I promise, it is worth reading!

yours,
Birdie

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Please excuse the absence

Hi my fabulous, kinky, readers,

Please excuse my brief absence, my husband and I were attending an event that took us out of state. We are home now and I look forward to writing a new blog post this evening.

Yours,
Birdie

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

My First Meeting

After I joined the website (see Website Blog entry here), I browsed through people who were in my city, or close by, and I sent out a few lines. Most of my messages consisted of something along the lines of "I'm new to this site and to the lifestyle and I am looking for a possible Dom and to learn and explore". Some of the men who returned my messages were some of the best looking men I have ever seen in my life.

The first man I decided to meet up with was a bit older than I am, and smokin' hot. Like killer body. On the website he had all these photos of him teasing the viewer with shadows covering him from the waist down, hitting every chiseled ab and peck muscle just right and showing his 2 full sleeves of tattoos and the tattoo across his abs. Mmm.

We decided to meet up the next day, which was horrifying. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually want to meet me. And I certainly wasn't expecting them to want to meet me so quickly. I went into the whole thing a little bit quickly, not knowing what I wanted or expected.

I told my husband "Um, I guess I am going out to meet a guy off of this website. Like right now". He was as confused as I was but agreed to give me a ride so the man and I could get a few drinks and get to know one another.

I was so nervous. Beyond nervous. And it was because I was worried that this perfect looking man wouldn't find me attractive. I told him so via text before we met, and he reassured me over and over that he wasn't any different than anyone else.

I wore a black dress with dark purple tights underneath, trying to be attractive but not slutty. We met at a bookstore in a downtown area so that we could walk to wherever we wanted to go. I sat at a table near the cafe and texted him my location, and began to sweat. My legs were shaking by the time he arrived, wearing a tight black tshirt, jeans, and Clark Kent glasses. he had gauged ears and his arm tattoos were faded but still amazing looking.

We talked for a bit, I was very shy and quiet but we discussed trivial things like movies and books, history and our jobs. We walked a few blocks over to a bar and got a cozy seat in against the wall of the bar and ordered some drinks. I was incredibly nervous about the fact that I was sitting with a man, who obviously was not my husband, while in a bar in the city where I both live and work. Someone was bound to see me.

We chatted and flirted lightly before he took my hand and placed it on his thigh. "See, that's not so bad, is it?" he asked me, and I felt my face flame red. I took a big gulp of my drink and tried to calm down.

There was a big sports game going on at the same time, so we had to sit close to one another. I did a lot of hair flipping and giggling because I was half tipsy and still a little nervous. He took my hand, and with his other hand ran his fingertips up and down my arm, sending goosebumps up down my flushed body. We started talking about what we wanted in a relationship, and he explained that it would be awhile before he got a new apartment and we would be able to be alone, and that he wanted to dominate me, watch football as I gave him head, and take me to a local club that is known for being kinky and rather darkly lit.

He was obviously getting aroused while talking to me, and telling me how he loves being touched. I had started to lightly squeeze his thigh, and he suddenly he took my hand and placed it on his hard cock that was straining through his pants. I rubbed it and watched his face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

The thought of "who might see me right now? A friend? A coworker? A friend of my husband?" popped briefly into my mind but I dismissed them. In fact, the thought of it made me hot. I rarely do something so daring and it was an extreme rush.

Seeing him close his eyes in ecstasy sparked something in me. Knowing that I was the cause of his bliss  gave me the courage to lean over and and kiss his neck, in 3 long and gentle kisses in a row. I heard him sigh and knew I did the right thing. He opened his eyes after a moment and met my gaze "that felt amazing" he said, and he ran his fingers through my hair. His fingers stopped towards the bottom and he tugged gently.

That tug alone sent a thrill shooting straight down between my thighs. He explained to me that he had gotten out of a relationship that had gone south, and he really enjoyed my touch. I took the cue to touch him, I ran my fingers along his tattoos, along his biceps, his back, to his neck. His eyes closed again as he savored the slow draw of the pads of my fingertips along his skin.

When I stopped he leaned towards me and asked "now, what is it that you want?" I asked him if he would kiss me, and without hesitation his lips met mine, his lips parted, his touch touched mine, his hand was around the back of my neck pulling me to him.

And my mind goes blank, all my cares flitted away. I was there, with his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and the taste of his mouth.

And that's when my husband called and told me he was coming to bring me home.

Stay tuned for more.

Yours,
Birdie

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Website

Several months went by after my encounter with my high school friend. The day after meeting with him, we exchanged a few text messages, and he told me that he didn't see himself sleeping with me again, it was just "too weird" for him since I had a fiance.

I have to admit that I was both upset and offended. I had just bared myself to this man, had showed him myself naked and spread my legs for him. What I thought was a turn-on for him (my being in a relationship) was something that came back to bite me. It made me feel terrible, I nearly had a broken heart.

I began feeling like maybe I had done something wrong. Maybe this wasn't who I was meant to be. If my bad-ass, tattooed, crazy friend didn't want me, then who would?

After this experience is when I really started to get depressed. It really had nothing to do with me being turned down, but it was just a little cherry on the proverbial cake.

After coming back to the real world (see the About Us blog), I decided to start training for my first 5K and I joined a fitness website. Through that website (and a few late-night flirty sessions...wine may or may not have been involved), I met a man who was dominant. He explained to me how he and his wife lived the dominant/submissive lifestyle and it sounded like a HELL of a good time.

That is exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be able to calm my whirring mind by being able to head to a dominant man's house and have him do the thinking for me. I don't have to worry about what to do next, he will tell me. I don't have to worry about what to think, because I don't have to be anything but myself and if he doesn't like it, he will tell me.

Can you imagine being tied up and allowed no free movement? Having to put your complete trust into another human being to properly take care of you? You don't have to think about anything, no worries, no cares.

Sounds like Heaven...

So I decided to join a website that would allow me to meet other people who share similar kinky fantasies as mine, and to hopefully find the perfect Dom for me.

Keep reading my blogs to find out what happens next ;)

Yours,
Birdie

Monday, October 28, 2013

My First Encounter

The only person I had been with since I was 17 until I was 25, was my husband. Our sex life was/is great but I had an itch to be with another man. To experience having dirty sex with someone else. (See my previous blog posts to see what brought this about).

A few nights before going to see a friend of mine for a night of drinking and unwinding, he and I started exchanging sexy text messages. We've been flirty with each other for as long as I can remember, but we had never seen each other naked. That night, I decided we needed a change. I sent him several pictures, of my breasts through my shirt, my nipples hard and straining through. Pictures of my legs while wearing a nightie, and a picture of my breasts. The last picture got caught in cyberspace and for some reason wouldn't deliver.

THe next day, I went to his house. I offered to bring wine since we usually drink until the early hours of the night. He declined, however, saying that he was "off drinking for awhile". This was suspicious to me. The first thing I thought of was "maybe he wants to have sex. Maybe alcohol inhibits him in some way?" To this day I still don't know what was true. But it doesn't matter.

I arrive at his house and go into his basement bedroom/den. We made a little small talk, all the while I could feel his gaze on me. He asked "so, what picture were you trying to send me last night?" Blushing, I pulled up the photo on my phone, and sat back watching him while he stared for a long time. "Nice..." is all he said.

Suddenly, he moved closer to me, putting his left arm around the back of the couch, behind me, and pulled me close to him. He kissed me on this mouth, his trimmed beard tickling my lips and my cheeks. His right hand went to my cheek and he brushed away my long hair. He pushed my black cardigan off of my shoulders, revealing a tank top and my bra straps. His tongue met mine, sending a rush of electricity straight down to my abdomen.

He broke away from our kiss and leaned his back into the couch. "I want you to straddle me" he breathed, and nervously, I did. I was wearing yoga pants and my tank top and my breasts were level to his face. I leaned down to kiss him again, our hands moving over each other's bodies.

He broke from our kiss again, reaching up to slowly slide down one bra strap, and then the other. He then reached under the back of my shirt, quickly snapping the clasp on my bra. I took the cue, reached under my clothes and pulled the bra free, flinging it to the floor.

I could feel his erection through his jeans, pushing into my leg. His hands cupped my breasts, pulling at the fabric of my shirt to reveal my nipples, which he sucked and licked gently. I leaned into him and arched my back as he sucked and slightly bit me.

I raised my arms over my head and he slid his hands up my back, pushing my shirt up and over, letting it fall to the floor. Boldly, I managed to stammer "How about we go to the bed?" He stood up, leading me by the hand to his bed.

Before we laid down, I whispered "I think you are wearing too much" and I lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed chest and biceps. Back and forth we went, removing each other's clothing until nothing was left but my panties and his erection. Moving to the bed, he leaned over me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest, my breasts and nipples. I lifted my hips to allow him to remove my panties, tossing them to the floor.

His hand wandered down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I was so nervous. Did he find me attractive? what did he think of my body? Is my skin soft enough?

I sat up, allowing him to lie on his back and while holding eye contact with him, I moved my way down his body to his cock. I held the shaft in my hand, looking up at him as I took the tip in my mouth, sucking lightly. I ran my tongue along the length of his thick shaft (thicker and larger than my husband's), lubing him with my spit. I plunged his cock into my mouth, as far as I could take it into my throat, heading him moan and tense against me. I slid my mouth up, stopping to suck on the tip, flicking my tongue against it. I used my hand to keep pressure on every spot my mouth wasn't in contact with.

I wasn't sure if I should make him cum. Should I try? Will he be able to? What if he can't fuck me if he's just came? I decided against it and after a solid 5 minutes of the best head I knew how to give, I crawled back up to meet him.

He was breathing heavier and was obviously majorly turned on as he ran his hand down and between my legs. I leaned back as I felt him massage my clit and rubbing my wetness. He pushed one finger inside of me, causing me to gasp, and then another finger.

"God, you're so tight, I'd be surprised if I fit in there" he breathed to me.

"Let's find out" I said. I can't even believe I managed to say that.

He got up for a condom, a Magnum, and came back to me. He leaned between my legs and I guided his dick to me. He pushed inside of me, my favorite part of sex, and I gasped as I felt his huge dick stretching me. It didn't hurt, and I was surprised, but it felt amazing. He pushed slowly into me at first, then gained momentum. I clawed at his back and gasped as he filled me out. He reached behind my knees and pushed them towards my face so he could kneel and look at me. This position allowed him to be even deeper inside of me, and I was panting with pleasure. He used his thumb to massage me, and soon my body contracted as I felt the icy wave of an orgasm surge towards my clit.

Soon after he was nearing his own climax and I asked him "please cum for me, please" and I felt his dick throbbing inside of me.

He rolled off of me, onto him back with a smile on his face.

Yours,
Birdie

How It All Started


Many of you may be wondering how a couple who have been monogamous and “vanilla”  since they were 17 came into a lifestyle where the woman sleeps with other men and tells her husband about it.
It all started with a friend that I had while in highschool. He has been into me ever since, and I knew it. But still, we were friends, and he happened to have a nice place and a bar in his apartment, so I’d go over to hang out and stay really late drinking after a tough day. My husband knew that this guy was into me, and yet he trusted me and trusted my friend not to do anything without my permission. 
About two years ago, my husband got up the courage to talk to me one night and confessed to me that he wouldn’t mind if I slept with my friend. He said he was worried that since we were each other’s only partners, that I would one day get curious and cheat or leave. 
Now, I was raised Catholic. And when I talk about being Catholic in this situation, I talk less about the faith itself, and more about the guilt that I feel when I do something wrong. I considered cheating, sleeping around, even talking to other guys with a sexual intent to be wrong. To this day I still get a stomach ache when I think too far in advance about using my vibrator.
When my husband told me this, my heart started racing. I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t cheat, even with his permission. What if I liked this guy better afterwards? What if his dick was bigger and my husband could no longer satisfy me? I told my husband I couldn’t do it, and he dropped it for the most part.
But, alas, he had planted the seed of curiosity in my brain. I was just given permission to go and have a 2nd partner. Hmm. Was I lucky? Or put into a terrible situation?
Before long curiosity got the better of me and I wound up sleeping with my friend (I will post a blog about this experience very soon). 
I started chatting with a few people online, flirting heavily, sending dirty pics, cybering, things that I had never done before. I was home alone a lot due to my husband’s busy schedule, and it became a hobby of mine to chat with other men, boost my ego a bit, and have a bit of naughty fun.
I began to want to meet some of these people (or others) in person, to have real experiences, and I told my husband so. He was relieved to finally be able to tell me that his real kink is to be a bit of a voyeur. To be able to enjoy me through other men. To hear about my experiences, to get the details, to SHARE me.
I ended up joining a website that allowed me to connect with others who enjoyed a similar lifestyle to me and my husband, and have since met several different men and have had some fantastic experiences. 
Keep following my blog to get the juicy details.
Yours,
Birdie