Dinner... with an egg
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Posted:Jul 28, 2019 6:59 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 8:12 pm
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Another day..... when I get home from work you say we are all going out to dinner and I need to wear a sun dress. So I go and change and start getting myself ready.
When you come into the bathroom, you hand me a remote control egg and tell me to insert it before we leave.
So I put the egg inside my pussy right then and there while you watch. ’s when you notice I have on panties and you tell me to remove them.
I respond, “But Sir, the egg may fall out”
And you respond, “I don’t care. Not MY problem! Figure it out!”
Now this presents a problem for me obviously! I’m nervous about how I’m going to be able to do this, but I quickly figure out the best way is to walk in short strides, keeping my legs close together, and to flex my kegel muscles the whole time.
And here we go!
The whole car ride there, I’m apprehensive. I don’t want to make any motions will alert our to anything amiss, nor do I want to lose the egg. So I was on guard. But nothing happened.
We arrived and took our seats at the table. While looking at the menu, it went off. You started it, on ! I jumped from the shock of it. And you say, “what was about?” And you laugh.
I look up and both you and our are looking at me, obviously waiting for an answer. So I say, “oh nothing,” while it is still going full speed. And I go back to reading the menu when the vibrator stops. And I'm thankful and breathing easier.
Then the waiter comes to deliver our drinks and take our order. When the waiter gets to me and says, “and what would you like to order?” RIGHT when I open my mouth to respond, you turn it on again! And I jump, again. The waiter says, “are you alright?” to which I respond with “oh yes, just a bit of a chill hit me suddenly”.
So we finish placing our orders, and you text me to say I need to excuse myself to the bathroom. I respond with “Yes Sir” and I do just .
When I’m in the bathroom, I wash my hands and wonder what else I should do when you send me another text. It reads:
"Go into a stall and start rubbing your clit. Rub it hard. Make yourself . But ONLY once and do NOT clean yourself! And be quick!"
So I do. I know his may be my only chance to today, and I take every opportunity possible to !
As I start to rub, the egg goes off again. And this time it doesn’t stop! I’m grateful for the and I do indeed quickly. But it is terribly hard to be completely quiet as other ladies are in the restroom too.
But the egg doesn’t stop. Even after I . Oh this is going to be hard to not again. I figure you wouldn’t know, if I again, but I’m scared to do it. So I bear the torture and start back to the table when it stopped. I’m once again thankful for assistance, even if it is reverse now.
We eat dinner and the remainder of our dinner is rather uneventful. But changed as we head out to the car and the egg engaged again. And this time, it was on the entire way home. My eyes were rolling back in my head and I SO needed to . 's when you start talking to me, and of course, it is questions. And of course, you expect answers. But my answers are rather short and you then say, "You need to elaborate!".
I know you did this to test me and to be able to see how "normal" I can act with our in the car with us. And I know I'm doing a terrible job of this, and for the first time in our 's life, I'm grateful he's engaged with ear buds and his phone!
Ultimately though, I know you love challenges. And you WILL WIN! So this is a test I knew I’d ultimately fail . I knew you’d set the egg on and off until I eventually orgasmed, which woudl be without permission of course! So I gave in and enjoyed it. And you were not amused.
When we get home, you say, "you were NOT a good girl tonight. You lied to me and the waiter both when asked if you were okay, then you didn't talk enough on the way home, and ultimately, you KNOW you were not allowed to ! What do do about this?"
And now it was time for punishment. But since you are convinced I LIKE punishment, what will you do would clearly NOT be fun? Hmm.
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Lunch
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Posted:Jul 28, 2019 6:41 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2019 6:45 am
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Hello ~
I got a text from you.... it says, "Come home for lunch". And of course, I do just . When I get home, you have lunch prepared for both of us, but you have work to do - so you go to eat at your desk in the home office.
You tell me there is a task to be completed before I can eat my lunch. And you instruct me to take MY shirt off so you can see YOUR boobs. (They are yours, of course, as we both know!)
I comply and I start to sit in the living room and prepare to eat. You laugh and are surprised I think my “task” was simply to undress.
You tell me I need to follow you to the office. When we get there, you tell me to get on my knees and under your desk. You drop your pants and tell me you’ll eat food while I eat cock.
I get on my knees and take my place under the desk. I take your cock in my mouth and start sucking it, while I hear you eating your lunch. And then I hear you complete your lunch and announce, “if you want to eat food, you have to get me off first! So you best be a bit more fervent in your actions. The first thing you will ‘eat’ today is my !”.
So I suck hard and intently. I want to get you off because I’m hungry, but really, I want your !
I lick and suck on your cock head. You respond. I move my hands to stroke your cock up and down. And I hear you groan. I know I’m making you happy. I can feel your cock responding to my touch and flex in my mouth.
You grab the back of my head and push deep into my throat. I gag. You laugh and do it again! Then I feel you move your hands down between your legs where you grab my titties. 's when you pull those nipples hard up and down, forcing me even more up and down on your cock. While my nipples start to hurt, you continue and I can tell you are about to as you move faster and harder.
I feel your cock is about to explode in my mouth. And I’m rewarded! You deep into my throat. And I swallow as much as I can, but then you pull out of my mouth and spew the remainder of your all over my tits. And you smile at your handy work.
You say, “you need to lick my cock completely clean.” And so I do.
’s when you say, “’s my good girl! Now I want you to eat your lunch, no top on, while my dries on your tits. You are not to clean yourself .... at all! Do you understand?”
I respond, “yes Sir, I do”. And I really do, so I follow directions.
When I’m done eating, I tell you, “Sir, I need to go back to the office now.”
And you say, “ok, but before you do, I want you to remember who you belong to. So go to the bathroom, give yourself an enema and clean out back hole. Then bring me a butt plug and lube.”
When I go back to you, with the plug and lube in hand, you tell me to drop my pants and bend over your desk with my arms stretched out forward. So now I am completely naked stretched out over your desk as I'm told.
You push the plug up to my ass hole. I pray you have used the lube but I’m (mentally) prepared if you haven’t too. Luckily, I’m rewarded when I can feel the tip of the plug against me and press in.
You lean over me pressing the plug inward while lying on my back, which smashes me between you and the desk. And you lean towards my ear and you say in a very seductive voice, “you are MY very G-O-O-D girl!” And as you say “good”, you shove hard against the plug and you ram it into my ass.
I flinch but because you are laying on top of me, pressing me against the desk, there’s no way for me to move at all. You laugh a bit and keep pushing.
The plug moves past my sphincter muscle and I feel instant relief. It is all the way in and I start to relax.
’s when you stand up and slap my ass hard several times, telling me again and again how very G-O-O-D I am. And it hurts, but I’m proud I've accept your leadership willingly.
’s when you pull me up and turn me around so we are facing. You reach between my legs and find YOUR pussy is very wet. Your fingers probe further as you lean in and kiss me with intensity.
And suddenly you pull your fingers out of YOUR pussy and say, “NOW eat quickly, dress, and go back to work. Do NOT move plug from its spot and do NOT ! Off you go and I’ll see you tonight.”
And just like , you send me back to work.
When I get back to work, I’m asked,”how was lunch with David?” My response, “my lunch tasted great! Loved it”.
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How many is too many... and is odd man really out?
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Posted:Feb 13, 2014 8:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2014 6:17 am
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Mrs. Writes:
I have a girlfriend  who wants to be with me and hubby -- and more. And I find myself thinking, "How many is too many?" and is "Odd man (or woman) really OUT?"
If we are even numbered, do we tend to pair off and do our own thing? Maybe odd numbers are best because we tend to ensure no one is 'left out' at any time. 
If she really wants to add more to the mix, maybe we add 2 more - another couple with us. Any takers???  But then, do we just end up being a 3-some and a 2-some? How many is too many?
These are the things that have me staying up late at night  ... and having fun.... 
So what do YOU think.... 2, 3, 4, 5, or more.... what's your favorite combo ... and position? 
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Full swap ... why NOT?
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Posted:Oct 24, 2013 8:18 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2014 8:31 pm
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I've been thinking about "soft swap"..... I sort of understand it. But then, I kinda don't. I understand the "WHAT", I don't understand the "WHY".
WHY would you take the time, effort, energy, $$ to meet with people, ... go to a private bedroom or even swingers club..... get NAKED, and then say "no thank you"..... or "Psych, just kidding".  To me, that would be the ultimate tease. Who wants to "just" go to 2nd base when the homerun seems to be right in front of you for the taking?
Then again, I DO get the emotional attachment, idea that it is 'mine and not yours', but then why do anything at all. Why go to ball park if you don't want to play ball? Why not just keep it all at HOME for yourself. Doesn't it also send mixed signals --- I mean, you are here, wanting sex --- but then all to say "no thank you".
That's like "having your cake and eating it too".  What's the point of having a cake and NOT eating it? How could you eat it without having it? SO - let's LOOK but NOT TOUCH -- or eat. Personally, I prefer to eat and be eaten. I am the cake -- and you CAN eat it too!  That said, I only want to do this with my husband in the same room. I think that's more than half the fun right there.... him seeing me and me seeing him. Like a sporting event. I'll take my cake and sit naked at the game....let my husband throw out the pitches and wait to see who else come out to play .. "HE COULD GO ALL THE WAY..... TOUCHDOWN... TIGERS (cats of all kind) WIN!"
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Date night.... no show
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Posted:Oct 19, 2013 7:03 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2014 8:30 pm
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Is anyone really going to read a Blog here? I'd love to hear your thoughts. What would I blog about....... sex. Okay. Check.
So here's to official SEX BLOG posting.....
Last night. We planned a date night with a couple. They were a no-show. No call, no response, no cancel, no nothing. That was frustrating. Why? Why bother to set a date and then not show? Why not make up an excuse (real or not!) to cancel? I was disappointed......
And we are now wanting to do full swap with a couple. Never done that before. Wanted to pop that cherry. Hasn't happened yet. The anticipation grows......
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