Sexual Boundaries

I apologize for my long absence! I was away on an extended work trip...which included a lot of hot sex that will take me a while to catch you all up on.

Before I get back to the down and dirty later this week, I want to talk about something that has been on my mind recently: boundaries.

I love rough sex. Not super rough: I still like to be able to take back a little bit of control when the mood strikes me. And I prefer my pain coming from my partner, not from a whip or a flogger or clamps or another type of instrument. I wouldn't mind a whipping, but there is something about hand on body contact from a good spanking or pinching that really turns me on. Or, of course, getting fucked hard with no mercy.

Howie doesn't get off on pain quite like I do, but he'll happily participate since he knows how much it turns me on. A couple of years ago hurting me made him nervous, but now I think he likes it a little more. We came up with a safe word about six months ago when he started worrying about pushing me too hard. I've never come close to using it, especially because he's always worried about coming too close to my boundaries. All of this lulled me into a sense of complacency that a smack would never be too hard or his cock would never be shoved too far down my throat.

One of my strange (and a little bit guilty) pleasures in life is to have Howie rub a day or two of beard scruff all over my back and ass. It can come before sex as a turn on or after sex mixed with some lotion as a way to cool down. My skin starts to feel raw without lotion, and it's the perfect beginning of some super hot and dirty sex.

We started off like this a few weeks ago, and then Howie continued by biting his way down my back, my ass and then down my legs. He got down to my feet and gave me a huge bite on my arch before biting his way back up. At this point, I was face down, half writhing towards him and trying to push my pussy into his face, and half trying to escape his teeth. My pussy was dripping, and I was so ready for him to start licking me, or to have him shove his cock into me as far as he could. Suddenly, he bit down on my ass with all his might, to try to test my limits to some extent. I launched myself forward and shouted "owwww!" Usually, I'll whimper a bit, or tell him that something hurts, but there must have been something in my voice that let him realize how much of a surprise the hard bite was. He immediately started spooning me and kissing me, and held me close for a few minutes, before we went back to some much more gentle spoon fucking

I'm not sure why this unnerved me so much. Howie did exactly what he should have in the situation by making me feel safe and comfortable. I still love pain, and we went back to similar activities the next night. In fact, I'm hoping for a similar encounter this week. I think I'm more embarrassed with myself. I always thought that if my limits were reached, it would come from something much greater than a hard bite on the ass. Something along the lines of being tied up, blindfolded and whipped, or being denied orgasm for hours would have been my original guess. Another aspect of my reaction could be emotional. I was working 12 or 14 hour days, with little sunlight and mediocre eating habits. Combined with the unexpected bite, I could see this pushing me off a little ledge.

Thinking about this a little more, I appreciate the surprise. Part of what makes sex between us so fun and enjoyable is the unexpected. We never go into a session knowing exactly what to expect, but relish the experience as it unfolds. We may think that we are going to play with toys one night, but instead end up fucking on every piece of furniture in the room. Knowing that Howie will take care of me and make me feel safe after pushing past a boundary makes me more willing to approach those lines and possibly explore sex acts that we've only talked about in the past.

It also teaches me to take into account my general wellbeing when involved in somewhat non-vanilla sex. It isn't my partner's responsibility to know how I'm feeling both physically and emotionally, but mine. And I think that will lead to us having an even better sex life (if, of course, that's possible....)

Bare Down There

The other day I received a Yelp email titled 'Yelp's Hairless and Happy' that was all about waxing salons in my local area. My first thought at 5:30 in the morning was WTF? But then it turned out that the article focused on facial waxing from the women's perspective, but then threw in a paragraph about manscaping. I guess manscaping can also refer to the face, but that isn't exactly the first thing I though of. Nowhere in the article did it mention biking waxing or Brazilian waxing or anything related to naked pussies. Why is mentioning manscaping acceptable, but not pussy-scaping? And is there even a correct term for that? Even though the article didn't specifically call out pussy-scaping, 'hairless' is never something I think about when contemplating getting my eyebrows waxed, and there has to have been some type of innuendo in there.

I've a fan of a naked pussy, and go through periods when I shave and when I wax. Right now I'm going through more of a shaving period. I've never been super comfortable with going to the back of a nail salon or spending a fortune to go to a fancy place where I feel judged by someone I have trouble communicating with. For years I went to a woman who did waxing out of her house, who would go out of her way to distract me and not have me thing about both where she was working, as well as the pain. That spoiled me, and I've never been able to find someone who made the process into an almost enjoyable social experience.

I like my men manly. A little bit of manscaping is acceptable, but primarily so I can suck cock without getting a lot hair in my mouth. I think it might be a deal breaker if a guy that I was with went to someone else to have them take care of their pubic hair.

One thing that I do find very hot is the idea of having someone else shave me. I like the idea of putting my pussy's "life" into someone else that I trust's hands, and letting him shave me until I'm silky smooth. Ideally, it would happen near a shower, or in a shower, so that I could clean off and quickly shove his face into my pussy for a few orgasms.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning is always filled with possibilities. Do I sleep the morning away? Do I wake up and go to the gym? Do I meet friends for breakfast? For this week, I'll share a peek of one good Sunday morning.

I woke up early and made coffee and snuck out to get the paper. The city is a different place entirely with all of her inhabitants still sleeping. I returned home, still dressed in leggings and one of his old t-shirts and with my hair piled in a messy knot at the top of my head. Soon the table is covered with newspaper bits, as I sat cross-legged at the table catching up on everything I missed over the past week.

Mornings like this are delightful on my own, but are made even better by a sleepy-eyed man walking out of the bedroom. He stopped to give me a kiss on the cheek and before wandering over to make his own cup of coffee and grab his own part of the paper.

We sat like that for a while, each of us engrossed in our reading. I didn't notice him stand up and move behind me, wrapping me in his arms and biting my neck. I reached my arms up to try to put them around his neck from behind, and he took the opportunity to grab my tits. He squeezed and pulled at my nipples, and I could feel the excitement build inside me, all interest in current events lost.

Sometimes I can cum from having my breasts stimulated, but I'm not sure that today is one of those days. I love the feeling of his hands, but I need more. I stood up from my chair and turned around to hold his face for a passionate kiss. After years of kissing, a deep kiss with him can still take my breath away and leave me desperate from more.

He lifted me up by my ass an put me down on the kitchen table, right in the middle of all of the papers. Taking an ankle in each hand, he alternated biting up my legs through my leggings, before rubbing his nose over my pussy. Desperate for more, I pulled my leggings and panties off, leaving my pussy inches from his face.

Still in a teasing mood, he returned to biting and licking everywhere but my pussy, leaving me gasping in agony. I tried to be patient, but it did not good. After a few minutes, I reached down and pulled him by his hair to where I wanted him. He sucked gently on my clit, pulling it from side to side and up and down. He could tell that I was getting close to cumming, and slid his hands under my ass, holding me firmly to his face. In seconds, I was holding onto the each of the table as the orgasm took over.

Without moving his face, he stuck a finger in my pussy to start stroking my g-spot. He started slowly, while still licking my clit gently, before sticking in a second finger, increasing his speed, and pressing down outside my pussy for increased pressure. I started shaking and soon sent a second stream of cum down his fingers.

I could feel him remove his hands from me, but with my eyes still closed enjoying the end of my orgasm, I couldn't tell what he was doing. All of a sudden, he shoved his cock as far into me as he could. We both groaned, enjoying the feeling of hard cock in wet pussy. I put my legs up on his shoulders and he slammed into me again and again. Before long, I was cumming again, bearing my pussy down on his cock.

He pulled out, and I slid off of the table. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me on my hands and needs at the edge of the bed. He pushed into me again, and I could feel his fingertips gripping my ass, as he pushed in and out. His movements got quicker and his moans got louder, and jets of cum filled my pussy.

Sweaty and covered with cum, he didn't want to make a mess of the sheets. I started to collapse on the bed, but he has other plans. He grabbed my arm and we ran towards the shower, cum starting to drip down my leg. We snuggled and washed up in the shower, before getting dressed and continuing on with our day.