My Blow Job Cruise of Manhattan
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Posted:Sep 14, 2014 5:01 pm
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I do enjoy a man in a uniform! Something formal, maybe one of those dress uniforms military men sport in a parade. Derrick has been threatening to get a set of Marine Dress Blues… he would not regret doing so.
We had gone on a ‘Sex Cruise’ around Manhattan during a One Leg Up event. The cruise just didn’t work out for us, which is why you have not read a blog about it; however, I did get to know Captain Dan. What I remembered most about him, though a slight haze of alcohol, was that crisp set of Dress Whites he was sporting. Had he not been somewhat preoccupied piloting his seventy foot plus vessel about Manhattan Harbor (an impressive feat made more so when one considers there were any number of attractive couples copulating around him), I would have done something that would have pissed off my father… again!
A few weeks later Captain Dan and I had a date. We met at some upscale bar in Mid Town. Seeing him in his civvies was something of a disappointment. I wasn’t drunk (yet) and without that delightful captains outfit on, he was just a little mundane looking. He reminded me of a middle aged Frank Sinatra, a man who moved woman to tears two generations ago, but had never done anything for me.
The good Captain and I had a wonderful evening. He bought me up to speed on his love life, a girl in every port and a more permanent woman in Finland, who was turned on by his flandering. We ate, drank and were merry. Our departure was filled with a series of near French style kisses and a nicely delivered but ultimately rejected invitation to enjoy the rest of the evening on his yacht, parked conveniently in Lower Manhattan on the Hudson River.
Derrick and I had done some traveling during the next several months, much of it tropical. At each port of call I would send him a provocative photo of me sitting on a beach with the greeting “Hi Captain Dan” etched out in the sand. I’d accompany that with the question “Guess where I am” and a few horrible vague clues. His guesses were as abysmal as my clues.
While I had no intention of sleeping with him, I certainly was sending a pretty incendiary message. Maybe I was simply enjoying fucking with him… maybe deep inside I did want to have sex with him. Sometimes I just don’t know what is going in my own head. I’m not terribly comfortable admitting that!
A few weeks ago, he invited me to a small gathering he was having on the yacht. I was pretty ambivalent about going and decided to attend literally at the last minute. I wasn’t feeling sexy. I threw on a fairly modest (though tight fitting) dress and a pair of ‘don’t fuck me pumps.’
Captain Dan greeted me at the dock and made the proper amount of fuss, apparently miss reading my ‘don’t fuck me’ pumps. Already on board were another couple and a woman named Sharon. The couple retired quickly after I arrived, leaving Captain Dan, Sharon and I to keep things bright.
It was a beautiful evening with a very interesting sky. Wine flowed as we watched the broken clouds turn from pink to red to… grey! We had just enough time to collect the full and partially full bottles of wine, a plate of vegetables and our glasses before the sky made his beautiful wooden yacht all wet.
We reconvened in the… what do you call a living room in a sailing ship? It was small, full of cushions and hot. After minutes of silly conversation, Sharon leaned over and pulled Captain Dan’s shorts off! A bold move, I thought. It was moments before his cock was in her mouth. Immediately thinking of Derrick (I am always thinking of that man!), I excavated my purse for my IPhone and took a few snaps. She was pleased and even mugged for the camera. Captain Dan was thrilled that anyone would want to take a photograph of his junk. Did I mention that he is a guy?
I have to say that though I was telling myself that I wasn’t turned on, in retrospect, it was kind of erotic. It was then that I realized that in my less than enthusiastic preparation for this affair, I gave scant attention to my undergarment. My mom may have felt sexy wearing the panties I had donned a few hours before, but they were not my typical standard for such a protocol. I quickly excused myself and dashed off to the bathroom… no, the head I was corrected multiple times. Once safely alone, I discarded the sexually offending wear in a cabinet and rejoined the party.
Shortly after alighting, Sharon suggested that I should get some more appropriate photos for my husband. “I think he’d like to see you in these?” It was hard to argue with her and Derrick LOVES these kinds of images, especially when they are from an impromptu setting.
Sharon grabbed my hand and put it on Captain Dan’s proud penius. It was a nice size unit… really nice size with a great shape. Yes gentlemen, we do judge your junk (we also talk with our friends about it too!). As soon as I had a handful of Dan, Sharon began taking pictures. “Move your hand to the left so he will be able to see your ring,” she guided.
After what seemed like a few minutes of pleasurable stroking, I had an odd hankering to put this thing into my mouth. “Wait, stop half way down the shaft, let me get a picture.” Sharon was now directing my blow job! This was a first. “Ok, deep throat it,” she encouraged.
With a bit of an effort, I did just that. Dan moaned his enjoyment and Sharon just kept shooting away. Had she used the flash the pictures would have been legible. I knew it was going to take a few Photoshop sessions to make them reasonable clear.
“How about some boob action?” I unzipped the side of my dress and Captain Dan proceeded to lightly kiss my right nipple. Sharon didn’t miss a move. “Now it’s time to kiss.” I imagined that this was what a porn actress had to put up with. Sharon was just a little bossy.
He was a good kisser and I played with his stuff.
At this point, we began uploading the photo’s already taken to Derricks email account. Knowing that he wouldn’t see them until the morning, I rang him up on the phone.
“Hey,” he opened, “are you having a nice time?”
Small talk he was looking for! I hadn’t time for that. “Go look at your emails, I can’t talk now.” I hung up.
As I later found out, Derrick was a horny puddle at that point. He did as he was told and spent the rest of the evening in a stupor.
As far as Derrick is concerned, that was the end of the story. I told him that Sharon took over blow job duties and gave Dan the happy ending he was so needing… but that was not how the evening ended. Derrick will not know the ‘rest of the story’ until he reads this! I am such a cunt at times!!!
While kissing the good Captain, I began wondering what his throbbing member would feel like in me. So… I hiked up my skirt and slipped him in! He felt wonderful… really wonderful! Wonderful enough for me to use two explanation points in successive sentences! And there I go again!
My largess was rewarded with my own happy ending while he shot an unprotected load in me. Sometimes I feel like such a slut.
Well, I am going to post this and ask Derrick to give it a read… will he be pissed? If you don’t get a follow up post on this, you can make the call.
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Deal gone bad...
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Posted:Jul 23, 2014 7:34 pm
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“Fuck”! She never used to speak like that. It’s the people I work with, yes, this is their fault. I need to clean up my language. Her musing precluded her from saying it several more times as her bus moved on without her. It is bad enough to miss a bus, but so much worse when you can watch the bus pulling away. “Fuck”!
It was a difficult day/evening at work. Eva should have been out of the ER by 8:30 and on the now disappearing 8:40 bus. An annoying transvestite had demanded that someone take a look at his/her balls, which were the size of small melons. The two giggling doctors on call thought it would be fun to have Eva field that exam. After looking at his/her prize gonads, she turned the tables by explaining to him/her that he/she had ball cancer and needed a dick specialist. She pointed at Dr. Goldstein. “He’s big into dick” she said as she turned on her heels and headed out into the rainy evening.
Eva had plans and need to get home soon; she was already late and still had to get down to 42nd Street and then all the way across town. The rain slowed the City to a crawl. She stood where, three days ago, there was a bus shelter. “Why the fuck would they remove a bus shelter, Christ, this City is so… fucked up!” What is going on with my mouth, she pondered?
Her umbrella was small and cheap and the wind made it an anemic way to keep herself dry. Eva stood with a damp crowd, which formed around her. She edged over behind an enormous woman holding an enamors umbrella. Eva nestled herself between their two umbrellas and tried to stay dry.
It was during her journey home each evening that she usually called her husband. She and Derrick chatted about their days, had some laughs and generally caught up on life. Eva was still waiting for a transfer to the hospitals emergency room on Long Island so they could finally live as man and wife.
She didn’t want to talk to Derrick yet. It was not unusual for her not to call him until she got home, but tonight she needed him to not get suspicious, to think that everything was normal. Eva took out her phone and typed a text, ‘I’m running a little late.’ The text did not go to Derrick.
She got a quick reply, ‘So am I.’
At least the rain is equally fucking up everybody tonight.
Rain made the streets glisten. Rain made the horns honk. Rain made everything considerably more uncomfortable in an already uncomfortable city. Rain also made the buses more crowded. The fat woman with the big umbrella parked her giant ass right next to her little ass. Eva felt like an industrial farm chicken, all jammed into her tiny space. She took a look out the window and saw herself in the reflection. Oh, this isn’t good. She looked like crap. She really need to not look like crap tonight. Eva took out her prettying up acoutramount and went to work.
By the time the bus hit the river she was as squared away as she could possibly be under the circumstances. One of the bellmen opened the door for her as she strode up to the front of her building, “Good evening” he smiled as she blew through. There was a large temporary mat down the main corridor in the lobby to keep the residence from slipping on the now wet floor. They even put out the ‘slippery when wet’ sign. And standing off in the corner, trying to look innocuous, had to be Clinton.
“Clinton?” Eva had her hand out and a smile on her face. “Clint,” he replied, “yes, and you must be Eva.” He was smiling also. It wasn’t the smile of courtesy, it was the smile of a man seeing something he liked a great deal. Her smile changed its intonation also. Even as wet as a drowned rat, this was a nice looking man.
“Good to finally meet you, I suspect your trip here was not much more fun than mine.”
“Wasn’t so bad, I took the M train over and only need one transfer.”
This was really small talk mused Eva. “Well, come on upstairs, let’s get you out of those clothes” Eva laughed as she said it.
Moments later they were in her apartment. Derrick hadn’t called yet, that was good. Clint was getting better looking as he dried, that was good. His hair was just a little long, a little grey and while not her favorite style, it was working for him. From his Bruno Magglia shoes to his Pierre Cardin sweater, he was will put together. His tan was fresh and his breath seemed to be the same. This could have been so much worse Eva thought. Picking someone off a website can be a very tricky task.
She quickly guided him into her bedroom. “We don’t have much time, I need to call my husband. Take your clothes off.” While requesting he disrobe, she did the same. He undressed with passion. Maybe he was a sensual man wanting to turn her on or maybe he just respected his clothes, either way, it was working for her. She decided to introduce a little drama to her strip tease.
Clint was down to his underwear, thumbs hitched on each side, ready to show his stuff, when he just stopped. Eva pretended to not notice that he was clearly transfixed on her. And why wouldn’t he, she thought. Now that she was mostly out of her wet clothes, her stunning body was available for viewing. Eva slowly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it slide onto her arms, still coyly covering her finest assets. She finally looked up at him, waited for their eyes to lock and let the bra drop. It was a moment, she knew, that would stay with him.
They both unburdened themselves of their final apparel. Eva suddenly found herself on the other side of what she had just created. This man had one of the nicest cocks she had ever seen… and it was circumcised! The gods were with her tonight.
Eva grabbed the phone next to her bed, then took her IPhone and placed it on the table next to the bed. She spent a moment adjusting both the table and the phone, making sure it was pointing at the bed.
She lay down, spread her legs and said “Ok, let’s get started!”
“Oh wait,” Eva reached over to the IPhone and pressed the record button. “Now, lick my cunt!”
Clinton was happy to oblige. He put his head where it needed to be and began to slowly do exactly as was requested of him.
Eva shuddered for just a second. This feels good, maybe too good. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten someone this good looking and apparently this talented. She settled herself down and then dialed the phone.
“Hi, sorry I am calling so late, the rain…”
“Of course,” responded Derrick, “it makes a mess of the City. It really makes a mess of everywhere. It seems that as soon as some water drops out of the sky people forget how to drive.”
Wow, this was something. Making small talk with your husband while having oral sex with a stranger! Her head was beginning to spin.
Just about a month ago, Derrick and Eva were lying in bed, talking trash. The issue of being able to focus while having sex was being bantered about. Challenges were proffered and Derrick finally threw down. “If you can have sex with someone while we are talking on the phone one evening without me knowing, I’ll give you $500 towards our next vacation!”
“Wait a minute, $500… this just got interesting.” Eva was intrigued.
Derrick sat up, he was just kind of talking trash, but now Eva was making it a little real.
“Ok, I really don’t think that you could do it and I really don’t think that you would even be interested in doing it,” Eva had lost interest in misbehaving and Derrick didn’t think she would be ever heading in that direction again. “But if you did, I’d need proof… I’d need a picture, no, I’d need a video!” He slapped her bare ass for emphasis.
“You wouldn’t pay me,” Eva challenged.
“The day after I got that video in my inbox I’d drop $500 cash off to you in the City!” He said it with enough purpose that Eva believed him. Derrick was always a man of his word.
“Anyway, I think my money is safe. I can’t imagine you actually doing this and even if you did, there is no way that you could be having sex without me sensing it. I can read you well, you could never cover that up. Your voice would be all quivery, you wouldn’t be able to construct a plausible sentence. God forbid you actually had an organism, people in your lobby can hear that. You are pretty animated while in the throes of pleasure.”
“I guess you are right,” she conceded.
“I had a horrible day,” Eva shared with Derrick. Clint was starting to get a little more aggressive. He knew what she had planned. He was surprised at how turned on he was. While he had never imagined the scenario he was ensconced in. Having sex with a woman while she was on the phone with her husband was just outlandishly sexy. Eva had given him explicit direction… keep quiet!
“What made it such a difficult day?” Derrick was a good listener. Eva did most of the talking during their nocturnal visits. She loved regaling him about her day and he seemed to enjoy hearing about it. Tonight, Eva was beginning to realize, she may not be in any condition to carry the conversation. Clint had decided to stick his finger up her while licking her clit… this was going to be harder than she expected.
“Well, right as I was getting ready to leave a transvestite came into the ER with balls the size of melons…” Eva was telling Derrick her story while Clinton was crawling on top of her. He stopped for a moment to suck her nipples. While it felt good, it was a welcome reprieve to the intensity he was delivering just moments ago.
“… I’m not kidding, they really were the size of melons… ok, at least the size of grape fruits. I mean it, they were giant. They made his dick look like…” Was Clint actually devious enough to time his assault for the moment she used the word ‘dick’? “Oh” Eva though she whispered.
“You alright?”
“Of course, I almost spilled some soup,” she lied. Jesus, Clints initial thrust almost made her pass out. Now he was rhythmically dragging his cock in and out of her. The burn was exceptional. He was balancing himself on his extended arms, thrusting his hips up and down.
“Then I told him that he had ball cancer.” Her voice had changed, she could tell. She doubted he could though. “I made Goldstein take over, I just wanted to get out of there.” Her orgasm was beginning to build. Eva was not planning to cum. Her orgasms were always intense and often raucous. There was no way she was going to tip her hand to Derrick, but… oh shit, this was feeling so good. She had to engage Derrick in a new conversation, one that would require little response on her part.
“How’s that book coming, what was it called, ‘Too Big to Fail’ or something like that?” Derrick was right, she could not focus on a conversation with him while being fucked, it just couldn’t happen. She tried. She heard various phrases; toxic assets, arbitrage, credit default swaps… had her life depended on regurgitating what any of that meant she would quickly be dead.
Things were getting quite intense for Eva, and for Clinton. She twice had to stick the side of her hand in his mouth to quiet him down. Those special areas around her body were now beginning to twitch, heralding the arrival of what could be a very noisy moment.
“Harder” she nearly shouted.
“What... louder? Do you have a bad connection? Can you hear me better now?” Derrick was almost yelling.
Through sheer will Eva calmly responded “Yes, that’s better. So, what are those toxic swap arbitrage things?” It was the best she could do. He was either going to find her out now and she was going to out $500 or he was going to go into a big and very much hoped for explanation about some financial crap. She could barely concentrate.
“No, no, they are credit default swaps and toxic assets and I don’t even know how you threw arbitrage in there? Ok, let me explain…” She couldn’t even hear him now. The heel of her hand was now in her own mouth, the other hand pulled the phone from her ear and quickly found the mute button.
It suddenly got very noisy in apartment 1549. In the ruckus Eva’s finger brushed the mute button.
“Oh my God! You are getting laid,” Derrick’s voice was incredulous. He was shocked that Eva was misbehaving, she had been telling him that she just wasn’t interested in engaging in that fun anymore. And then she thought that she could ‘get away with it,’ like she would be able to have sex while on the phone with him and not have him sense what was going on!
What amused him is that she had always ‘gotten away with it.’ While he often challenged her, suggesting that he had it all figured out, he knew the score, the reality was that he never knew the score. Eva was so much more sophisticated than he that sometimes he felt like a . But this evening, he was on top. Derrick took a moment to revel in his victory.
Clint had dismounted Eva. She lay back and enjoyed the post sex glow. “Christ that was incredible” she struggled to say out loud. Eva’s mind was just catching up to reality and that reality was that she not only was bested by Derrick for the first time but she lost $500. “Fuck.”
“Well,” crowed Derrick, “looks like I was right. I hate to say I told you so, but really, did you think that you could pull this off? I guess you did. A misplaced touch of hubris on your part, wouldn’t you say?”
And he went on for another minute doing a verbal victory dance. He ended with “… I hope you hadn’t already mentally spent that $500 in Amsterdam yet!” He was almost giggling.
“Hey,” she purred, “I have this video I would be willing to sell you for $1000?”
The next evening Derrick showed up unannounced with an envelope stuffed with twenty dollar bills…
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The White Party
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Posted:Aug 22, 2013 5:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2014 5:48 pm
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The White Party
As some of you know, I have been searching for an upscale exotic party and I seem to have found one! There is an organization called One Leg Up that throws a series of events throughout the year. One type is an all out fuck fest, the other is a some what more subdued affair where almost anything goes. It is the latter that Derrick and I attended.
It was billed as The White Party and it doesn't take a whole lot of imagination to recognize that all of the participants were required to wear white. I wore pretty much the same ensemble that I wore on my last and well photographically documented date with Derrick, my lace white dress, those white socks Derrick is so fond of and a pair of u reasonably high heels.
The party was held in a small venue on the lower west side. The room was not large but very well proportioned for the 100 or so guests. The walls and ceiling were covered with what I will describe as white ivy. It worked well and created a kind of soft environment. The crowd was very true to the white concept and was, overall strikingly attractive. I can't recall seeing so many handsome people congregated in one place.
Drinks were procured and Derrick and I sat and watched the show. Palagia, the delightful woman who runs the show, seems to take strides to make her events classy, which is just what we want. Her literature goes out of the way to say that One Leg Up is not a swingers club.
To create an atmosphere, she bought in a pair of dancers, an attractive Asian woman and an interesting black gentleman. She got topless fairly quickly and he was sporting a pair of loosely fitting short that did a poor job of covering his enormous package. More interestingly than the dancers was a woman dancing about on stilts! The illusion was that she was a ten foot tall woman with incredibly long legs. A very interesting visual.
After an hour or so, people began to get quite intimate. The dance floor started to populate with couples who were getting fairly sexually aggressive with each other. Derrick suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me into the action. It didn't take much more than a minute before I was dancing with a stray man. It felt sexy as Derrick stood behind me. Shortly thereafter, his girlfriend joined us. I don't even know where she came from.
I was hoping that she would simply stop dancing and kiss me. I am not at the point whereI am comfortable initiating sexual contact with another woman. She didn't stop dancing but she did start kissing me! Her lips were soft and her tongue danced in my mouth. It was quite erotic.
Suddenly, I found myself kissing her boyfriend, who was an equally good kisser. I was pretty drunk by this point, but I recall her being in front of me, he was off to my side, kissing me while I was looking at Derrick. It was a very hot moment.
Then, she began playing with my breasts. I felt my dress start to rise. This dress provides no direct access to my puppies so she just figured that she would take my dress off right there on the dance floor! A fairly bold move I thought. When the girls were liberated she was quite complimentary of my girl parts, which always pleases me. I then decided to toy with her gifts, which were considerably more accessible. And they were delightful! While I was sucking on her nipples I felt a finger probing my vagina. Wasn't really sure whose it was.
Derrick was behind me the whole time getting just a little crazy and occasionally groping the other woman just feel, as he later recanted, that he was part of the event.
It was at this point that things started to go bad. The couple were tag teaming my vagina. He was fine, but she was treating it as if it were a... I can't even find a metaphor for this. Her arm was pumping very aggressively and her fingernail was slicing me up like lunch meat. Ouch! Jesus it hurt. Having your clit dissected is quite the mood killer. I turned to Derrick and said that we had to go. He was oblivious to my next two requests so I just told my new couple friends that I had to go to the bathroom and dragged Derrick out of there.
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Submissive?
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Posted:Jul 8, 2013 6:22 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2014 5:59 pm
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This is interesting. While I do photograph some bondage stuff, I really am not necessarily into the Dominate/Submissive thing. Derrick is equally ambivalent in this arena also. However, I received the below email from him last week. I am not sure that I am willing to accept his offer, but it could be quite interesting.
I already owe him a 'punishment', I was bad one day, which is listed at the end of his contract and I am obligated to perform this 'task' by next Saturday. I would love to hear from my readers as to whether I should sign on the dotted line! I am going to copy/paste his "Submissive Contract" below.
SUBMISSIVE
CONTRACT
July 5th, 2013
I, Eva, agree to become a submissive for Derrick. I will enter this contract with the explicit purpose of growing, learning and adding discrete pleasure to my life. I will enter into this contract with my whole mind, spirit and body. This contract will last for the duration of 10 tasks. At the completion of the 10th task, this contract will terminate.
ABSTRACT:
Each task will be specific as to content and to a specific time frame. Each task must be completed within said time frame or there will be clear and overt consequences. These consequences will be specified at the end of each assigned task.
There will, at no time, be ANY discussions concerning said tasks, either with Derrick or any acquaintance. They will be carried out to the specific parameters assigned with no equivocation. Each task will be delivered to Eva by email. No questions will be answered should there be ambiguity. Eva will deduce, based upon her knowledge of Derricks overall zeitgeist, an appropriate action.
Each task will come with a verification action. Failure to verify a task will render said task uncompleted. Consequences will be then rendered.
This contract will be posted on Eva’s blog on her VisionPersonals.com account. Each task will be also posted on said blog as well as the success or failure of each task.
The first task shall run in concurrence with a punishment meted out over the weekend of July 14th. To reiterate: Eva shall attire herself in a skirt, a black or white lace top, no bra (note that nipples shall be exposed with no obstruction), knee socks and pumps. She shall enter a bar of her choosing, have at least one drink and engage a male stranger to take a photo(s) of her in said attire, which will then be emailed to Derrick and will be accepted as verification of this task. The image(s) must be emailed to Derrick within one hour of completion. Eva shall then telephone Derrick and say: “Task one complete.”
Failure to complete task one will result in the loss of computer privileges (the large Mac computer) for the period of one week.
This task shall be completed on or before July 14th, 2013. Should Eva decline this submissive contract, the above punishment shall still stand.
I, Eva, accept this contract and all implications and implications contained herein.
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I, Eva, decline to accept this contract.
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An interesting evening...
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Posted:Jul 8, 2013 6:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2014 5:59 pm
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I am trying to figure out if I can post pictures with this blog, which would add considerably to my commentary here as I chronicled much of the festivities. I will try to figure this out after I write.
I dressed somewhat proactively for my simple date with Derrick. I donned a white lace dress that was far shorter than I typically wear. I have never thought my legs were a visual strength for me, however, recently, I have heard otherwise. This dress has no lining and is therefore, see through. I skipped the bra because I just like to have a little exposure now and again!
I am not much of a drinker but Derrick and I had a pretty difficult Friday evening concerning some issues with his former girlfriend who cleverly used Derrick's house as a storage facility for her "precious" personal belongings for years...I thought it was time for her junk to go, but it is easier said than done. It turned out she is like a case of herpes...doesn't want to go away, she is also suffering from a touch of a hoarding disorder. Things got kind of ugly which is very not typical for us. He thought the weekend was shot. I really felt badly, so I figured being a little sexual kittenish would help out some. So, on went the white see through dress, a pair of white socks (knee socks kind of scrunched up, Derrick loves this look and I am beginning to become a bit of a fan myself, let me know what you all think of this trend) and a pair of heels. As per my mention of not being a big drinker, Saturday night I was!
We began toking on a bottle of whisky (interestingly left behind by said former girlfriend!!! Did I mentioned she was also suffering from a drinking disorder and hiding her liquor in her shoeboxes). Derrick was driving so he drank very little and being an almost nondrinker can get seriously loaded on a single shot. I was actually drinking in the car going to town, we were on Long Island with a short drive to town. Well, by the time we got to town I was ‘tight’ as they say in the 1940’s books I’ve read.
We found a new restaurant that had recently opened, seafood, and settled in for the expected hour wait. A round of drinks was procured, I had the strongest martini I had ever had, this girl was on her way to stupid drunk. I needed to take a tinkle break and went to the woman’s room. I was the only guest so after taking care of little girl business, I took my IPhone out and took a snap of my vagina. It was a classic picture of my panties pulled down to my thighs, my dress hiked up just enough to expose my special gift. I then texted the image to Derrick, who was patiently waiting for my return.
By the time we were reunited, he had opened my text and was most amused. While waiting for our table, I went ahead and emailed a copy to a few other ‘boy friends’ for their sexual amusement.
We finally got our table, ordered and were eating a nice meal when I let Derrick know that I had inserted our new toy into my special place while in the woman’s room.
This toy is a remote controlled vibrator. He took the remote control unit from his pocket and proceed to ‘engage’. Oh, how delightful! The feeling was muted somewhat as the egg was inserted all the way up in me, but it was a subtle and fun feeling. I was feeling very fine and heading delightfully towards a happy ending when Derrick abruptly turned the egg off! I hate that!! Coitus interuptus!!! He did, however, promise that he would give me the orgasm he had stolen from me later in a crowded bar. I have to admit I was excited. Cuming in a crowded bar very much excited me.
So, after dinner off we went to a nice, upscale bar just a few blocks away. The weather was hot, humid and steamy… and so was I. By this time I was as drunk as I have ever been, certainly in the past ten years. The bar was horribly crowded. I left Derrick to get us a seat while I visited the little girl’s room again! By the time I came out he had found one seat at the bar. He ordered us a pair of mojito’s and then pulled out the controlling device. Oh goodie, I thought.
He turned it on, it turned me on and we were off to the races. As my vagina was being teased, I contemplated exactly what I was doing, and got all the more turned on. There I was in the middle of a crowd while in a very sexual position. I was quite hot. However, I was also quite drunk and cumming in that condition has always been difficult.
I was attracted to the female bartender and Derrick began a stunning erotic narrative for me. It was wonderful but I was still feeling blocked. I took a break. Being a little competitive, I decided to take another shot. This time, I pulled the egg out a little and placed it on my clit. Oh boy, this was working. It took another two minutes and then it hit me like a shot of china white! Yikes. While it was not a terribly powerful orgasm, it was mentally intense.
After I calmed down, I decided that I would love to photograph that attractive bartender I was ogling for a while. I took a cocktail napkin and wrote her a little note with my phone number. This morning, after realizing what I had done, I felt a little embarrassed. I don’t think that she is going to call me.
We decided to head back to the car but passed an inviting park bench and took a seat. I answered a number of very heated return texts from the ‘boys’ and then proceed to take a load of pictures of my vagina again. Then I got up, posed against a telephone pole and Derrick banged out a few dozen of very naughty pictures while cars slowly drove by. I am afraid that I may be barred from this little North Shore town!
We restarted our sojourn back to the car when yet another park bench beckoned. This one was just off a main street in a small court yard. It didn’t take long for me to crawl onto this new bench, lay down, kick my shoes off and pull my dress over my head while Derrick took more flattering and rude pictures.
While in such a position, I did the only thing a gal could do, I pulled the egg out of my purse, asked Derrick for the remote control device and proceed to give myself another happy ending!
What a nice evening…
It doesn’t seem that I can figure out how to attach images to this blog so go to my picture folder and see some of the evenings proceedings.
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Fun at the movies...
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Posted:Jun 6, 2013 5:05 pm
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It seems that Derrick is somewhat of a Trekie, who was to know. For some reason I will never know he thought I was also a fan of the Star Trek films. He was quite excited to see the newest offering of the franchise and I was happy to accompany him.
Unfortunately, as the credits began to roll I became painfully bored. It is never good when I become painfully bored. The theatre was fairly empty. By the time Captain Kirk was getting into trouble I had covertly removed my bra, which I then handed to my completely unaware husband. He was clearly amused but then there was a big noise in the movie and I lost him.
I was not going to be bested by a loud noise. I then removed my blouse! It was also turned over to my oblivious love. Now I had his attention… as well as the attention of the nerdy looking gentleman sitting at the end of our row. I remained topless until Spock cried (if you haven’t seen the movie, this happens towards the end).
It was a real turn on sitting in a public theatre half naked being appreciated by both my husband and the nerdy guy nine seats away.
Well, I can't wait for the sequel!
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Anal Sex...
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Posted:May 12, 2013 1:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2015 5:25 pm
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Firstly, my date with Todd didn’t happen Thursday. I think that I am overwhelmed with work. Derrick and I have been having some substantiate discussions on how I can leave work at work and focus, when appropriate, on outside pursuits, exploration being one of them.
Now, as per the title of this blog, anal sex! A few months ago, I developed an anal fetish. Not for me, but I got this odd hankering to use a strap on with a man. It is funny to me as to how things like this develop. Here I am plus thirty years old, I certainly have been aware of the concept of using a strap on device, but never really considered actually using one until a few months ago.
Anytime I get curious, things are bound to happen. I have been developing a curiosity about sharing myself with another woman… I’ll keep you all informed on that. Anyway, I broached the subject with Derrick. Now, Derrick is such a dynamic man and he is stunningly in tuned with my sexuality. After our talk concerning this most delicate subject, I wasn’t sure if he was amenable to a quick anal rogering or if he was willing to let me violate his delightful ass to assuage my deviant desire?
To be honest with you, I still am not one hundred percent sure! Together we went out and purchased a RedRyder, my first strap on… it is actually red, very pretty. I must admit that I quite enjoyed probing Derrick, I was very turned on. That experience got me thinking…
I sent off an email to a few of the men in my life. Each one got a short email simply asking if they would be interested in an ass fucking. Two of them were old boyfriends with whom I am still in touch (the afore mentioned Jon being one of them) the other was my Italian Stallion, Luca.
To my absolute shock, each of them responded with a very enthusiastic yes! I was not shocked by Jon, he is one of the horniest gentlemen I know. Allan surprised me but Luca, this sexually charged, testosterone driven alpha male was quite anxious to be anally probed.
As I was pondering this interesting paradigm, I came upon a blog on this exact subject. The question pro offered was; are you (gentlemen) interested in having a woman use a strap on with you? The overwhelming response was positive!
I initially thought that my small sample set was just interested in getting me into a sexual situation and just understanding that getting poked in the fanny was part of the collateral damage expected in an encounter. But now, I have to assume that the men in my age group, thirties through the late forties (and beyond?) are getting more and more sexually progressive.
Of course, I certainly have been growing more sexually progressive during the past few years, it is nice to see the boys keeping pace!
I will endeavor to exit my work related funk and start enjoying life. Any thoughts on this would be appreciated…
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Update...
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Posted:May 7, 2013 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2015 5:26 pm
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It is only Tuesday. One of my delightful readers suggested that I not ‘edit’ my blog but ‘post’ to my blog. He said that it would be easier for you all to keep on top of my sexual musings. I appreciate the advice.
I don’t know if I will follow up with Todd this Thursday. There are times when I feel like doing something wild and then there are times when I feel kind of ambivalent. I tend to let myself feel overwhelmed with work and such and suddenly I am not in the mood for sexcapades. A woman had written somewhere on this site that she mostly regrets the things she didn’t do! I think I need an attitude adjustment and just allow myself to act more freely.
Anyway, there is something I wanted and didn’t want to share with you all. I fear that what I write may make me look poorly; however, I also made a commitment to you all when I started this blog that I would be both intellectually and emotionally honest, so here I go…
You all need a little background. Firstly, Derrick and I got married late last summer. It is hard to believe that we have known each other for less than two years. Secondly, I still see, occasionally, two of my past boyfriends, Jon and Allan. They take me out to dinner now and again, not much more.
Last October, Jon invited me out to dinner. We had a nice time and afterwards, we decided to take some pictures. A little more information about me. I have a passion for photography, and specifically, a passion for erotic photography. The images you see on my page were taken by myself. I am really the only model I can shoot. I will also admit to getting myself turned on taking my own pictures! I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a freak. Jon is also an accomplished photographer and we had never really done any serious work together.
During this period, I was very into taking bondage images. Not S&M leather stuff, but images with ropes. A few weeks before this event Derrick and I had gone to what has become my second favorite store, HomeDepot. I had purchased some exotic looking ropes.
Jon and I went back to my apartment after dinner. I set up some lights around my bed and broke out the ropes. I then took my clothes off. Now, I am not attracted to Jon, not physically. He is lanky, tall and a little awkward looking. But, being there naked while he was dressed kind of turned me on.
We began preparing the ropes, tying knots and getting me all trussed up. When I look back at the photos of that session there is a very visible indication of my condition, my vagina appears to be plump. Oh boy!
We shot for almost an hour and I just kept getting hornier. We finished the shoot and I just laid back on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me. I moaned to him that I just got married… then I fucked him. I turned over while he took me from behind, while still dressed with his pants around his ankles. It was so pedestrian that I was turned on by that also. We both had a happy ending.
What makes this kind of complicated is that I didn’t tell Derrick. He and I are very connected in every way, including, of course sexually. While I would think that most of the couples on this site are in tune with their fantasies, I don’t think that is generally true about most couples. To bring someone else into that most personal place can be very difficult and scary. You need to really trust the other person with whom you are opening up to. Imagine telling your special other about a fantasy you are passionate about and having them recoil in horror? Derrick is very cerebral and a great communicator, it was easy for both of us to open up. The fact that our sexual proclivities are in such accord is really exciting.
A few weeks ago, Derrick and I were looking through my library of images and I mentioned, about a particular image, that is was taken during the session I had with Jon. I was offering up this bait for him as he was unaware of the session. I like to manipulate him like that sometimes. He, of course, asked to see the pictures, which immediately turned him on. He asked if anything else happened. I said no!
A few days later he began to question the shoot and using the stunning logic he is famous for, he finally said that it really didn’t make sense, especially knowing me as well as he does, that the shoot didn’t end with Jon and I having sex. I finally gave it up and told him that “Yes, Jon fucked me!” Derrick was very turned on…
The reason I held out on telling him earlier is partly because when I don’t plan a sexcapade it just feels dirtier and more sexual. Planning stuff is fun also, but doing things off record is terribly exciting. It feels like cheating and there is something very visceral about that. It is also exciting planning when I am going to tell him and I love crafting the story. It is fun to watch his reaction as I share just little bits of my encounters, doling out pieces until the story is done.
So, here is a little of my dark side. While I’m sure that we will do some planning of some sexual romps, I am sure that I will have some more surprises for him in the near future…
If I do end up doing something on Thursday with Todd, I will surely let you all know!
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Eva's hot journey...
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Posted:May 2, 2013 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2015 5:27 pm
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Hi, my name is Eva. I have decided to write a blog. Yes, just what the World Wide Web needs is another wanna be writer regaling an imagined audience with her prescient insights. Well, I do promise you not to do that. I have a very specific purpose in writing this blog.
I am on a journey and I am inviting you, my dear reader, to join me. The title of this blog may give you a sense of where I am going. I am in the process of redefining my sexuality. Now that I am in my late thirties, I have felt an acute awakening of things stirring in my lower regions.
While I have always been a sexual creature, I currently find myself trying to reconcile my sexual desires with those that society has thirst upon me. I have found that I have been craving to cut across the grain of sexual normalcy.
The accepted precept of monogamous marriage I think is fine and healthy, however I know few people who, after a certain number of years of wedded bliss are anywhere near sexual bliss. I am recently married to a sexually progressive man who is in accord with my burgeoning sexual awakening. We are having immense fun talking and plotting all kinds of sensual daring do. It is this journey I have invited you on.
My intent here is to write, in real time, a stunningly honest blog about my transformation into the sexual being I long to be. I have yet to act on any of these plans and I still have moments where the ingrained morality planted deep in my soul screams "What the hell are you doing!" Is it wrong to explore my body like this... Is it wrong to have another man explore my body like this? Would it be wrong to have another woman explore my body!
Society has a confusing track record when it comes to sexual morals. The ancient Romans treated sex as almost a social institution. Pompeii was littered with brothels. I believe they had coined the word’ orgy’. In France, having a mistress is almost expected. My own adopted home town of New York City was a haven for open sexuality in the early 1900's, that is until the Comstock Commission came along and ruined all the fun. I could go on, but as you can see, there is no definitive precedence here.
Sex is such a primordial drive. Nature wants us to procreate. That means having sex. It may be our strongest drive. Would you rather have a ham sandwich or a nap or get laid? Of late, I am finding myself less hungry and tired and considerably hornier.
The nascent of my decision to stop repressing my sexuality came New Years Eve of this year. My husband and I were lying in bed, surfing my computer while talking about how we met, which was on an online dating site. There was silly boasts as to who had more followers (yes, it was me). I decided to go to the site and explore (ok, make fun of) some of the profiles, but my browser took me to an affiliated site that was very much geared to hooking up rather than to finding that special someone... and it was free to join!
Now, Derrick and I have a truly wonderful relationship and part of that is the inordinate amount of laughing we do. He is a very funny man. He wrote the below profile for me:
I am married but I still would like to explore... and I enjoy dating! I'm looking for something so superficial that it will have the atomic weight of helium. If we do have a date, count on getting lucky that first time as I have aggressive and very unusual needs.
I anxiously await your contact.
Well, I was so amused that I decided it would be fun to upload some pictures and post it. A little word on my pictures is in order here. I am passionate about photography and have been for many years. Last Valentine’s Day Derrick gifted me with a studio lighting set up. Before I knew it I was taking self-portraits. They got sexier and sexier as my skills increased. I thought this website would be a fun way to show off some of my work.
It did! The first day I got 183 emails from obviously sexually deprived men. They were all so flattering and, while I have certainly been complimented on my looks before, I never could have imagined anything like this.
Many of the notes were silly, I may post some of them at some point, some truly funny, some warm and kind and some overtly sexual. I was surprised at how, on average, good looking these men were (are). A few weeks ago I decided to meet one of them. I am just now wondering if I can use their real first names! I guess I can. I may rethink this at some point. Well, his name was Todd.
I met him after work at a champagne bar in lower Manhattan. I changed out of my work wears into a pair of black pants, pumps way higher than I am comfortable with and a painfully sexy black lace top. I had planned on not wearing a bra but chickened out at the last moment. While I do not drink often, I did take a shot of vodka before I got there, which may not have been such a good idea. Todd was waiting for me, he purchased a very expensive bottle of champagne and we talked for two hours. He was as good looking as his pictures, something fairly rare in online meetings. He had a fun personality and was very much a gentleman. I had a horrible time!
On the way home, I called Derrick and said that I felt very odd. Some of my anxiety was due to a very stressful situation at work. Part of it was certainly due to the societal morals that I still was conflicted with.
Since then, work has calmed down some and I have realized that my window of being a sexual enjeneau is not all that wide. As I look back over my life at this point, I feel worse about the things I didn’t do rather than what I did. So, I began exploring again last night.
Firstly, when Todd contacted me a week and a half ago, I did reply and told him that I could see him this week. He didn’t get back to me. I don’t know if he is just busy or has lost interest. I have, however, reached out to three other men, two annoyingly attractive Italian gentlemen (one is actually living in Italy and planning a visit to NYC in three weeks) and a professional photographer who wants to collaborate with me concerning photography, and ‘more’ he writes.
I am excited and nervous and anxious to see just what this week will bring. I will not be posting every day, I work hard and long, but you will be the dragged into my odd little world just as soon as there is something new on my sexual front to blog about…
UPDATE: Last week I decided to revisit Todd. We met at a bar here in the City. This time I felt more at ease, though I still wore a bra! We had a few drinks and then I decided to, well, fuck him. A quick cab ride to my apartment, during which the cab driver yelled at us for making out! Really!!
It seemed like moments between walking through my door and having his cock in my mouth. The sex was excellent, he was a little larger than I am comfortable with.
UPDATE 2: Oh my... two weeks ago I had a morning date with one of those Italian gentlemen. Met him at a Starbucks. He was staggering attractive, impeccably dressed and had an endearing Italian accent. His name is Luca, and quite married. He was very aggressive and was expecting our initial visit to become a morning booty call. I barely got away with my panties. Are all Italian guys (the ones born in Italy) like that? Well, he was very aggressive and he tried to contact me way to often. I ignored his attempts, until... I didn't. Last Sunday evening I invited him to my place. I don't know what I was thinking.
He started kissing me within seconds of coming though the door. It couldn't have been more than a full minute before my top was off and not much more than a second minute before I was naked and in bed. He began giving me oral sex. It was getting very good and I suggested that he may want to slow things down before... well, he didn't and I did, cum that is. Now he was ready to put on a condom and fuck me. There were two issues, he was uncircumcised and small. There was another issue, I wasn't horny anymore! I waved him off. He asked if he could masturbate. I like to think that I am a gracious woman and politely agreed. He blew a load on my chest larger than anything I had ever seen. He dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a role of paper towels, which he used a large amount of trying to clean me off. Then, he took the DNA tainted towels and put then in a plastic bag and left. I couldn't stop laughing. This guy didn't want to leave behind any evidence. What a treat.
Derrick has been highly amused and turned on by my sexcapades. We enjoy revisiting these adventures as well as some of my past sexual history. I may blog on those at some point. I have been of VisionPersonals.com now for about three days and there had been quite a bit of activity. This could be interesting, I will keep you in this little loop.
UPDATE 5/5: I am not really sure how to let you all know that I am updating without a grand notice. I will put a date on each update so you all won't have to hunt for new stuff. I hope this is proper 'blog' protocol!
Saturday Derrick and I decided to go out to do a little shopping and have a fun dinner. I think it would be helpful to give up some background. Derrick and I met a year ago August 11th. A year and a week later, we were married. I have a place in Hells Kitchen, he has a place on the North Shore of Long Island. I am still working in the City so it hasn't been expedient for us to move in together yet. He comes in and stays with me a night or two during the week and I spend most weekends on Long Island with him.
So... back to the present. We left late in the afternoon. While I am not much of a drinker, I decided to have a shot or two of whisky. You know how it is once you start drinking? Drinking more just seems to make so much sense? Oh boy.
Was it the liquor or was I just a little horny, but I decided to wear a white see through blouse without a bra. So, here I am, kind of drunk, note, it is still the afternoon, and looking as sexy as I was feeling.
We did some shopping, specifically for some scandalous, stupidly high red pumps that I need for some photos I am planning. Derrick was, what he calls, percolating. He uses this word when I get him all crazy horny. While my top wasn't sheer, it was just see through enough to give someone who takes a good luck a nice view of my nipples. I was initially a little anxious dressing like this during day light hours, but both the whisky and the stares I was getting added to my budding sense of horn.
By around eight that night, we ended up at a Cheesecake Factory (Please don't judge us, as mentioned multiple times, I was DRUNK, horny and hungry!). Of course, there was a wait. We were hardly off in a corner by ourselves, but I still took Derricks hand and put it under my shirt. I felt like a as he felt me up. I loved the feeling of his hand on my bare breast. My nipples are really sensitive and I was just very much enjoying the sensation. On a side note, the woman handing tables mishandled our name in some way and that electronic thing they give out to let you know that your table is ready hadn't gone off in over an hour. Derrick, who is by nature a very sweet man, walked up to the woman in charge and let her know that we were leaving and would not return, ever. I don't know why, but this made me laugh and we dashed out of the place like we had stiffed the check.
We headed back home and on the way found ourselves at a delightful restaurant called Tojo. Now, the last time we ate there, a few weeks ago, I shared with Derrick a very scandalous part of my past. He gets a boner every time he passes the place.
My outfit caused a minor sensation and Derrick was so percolated after an afternoon of looking at my breasts he was fried. I was still drunk but coming down.
After we ordered, my phone pinged me to herald the arrival of an email. It was from Todd! We hadn't communicated for some time. "How are you Eva, when are we going to have sex again?" I put the phone down and slid it over to Derrick. He was turned on... again. "What are you going to say?" Derrick asked. I know what he wants me to do and he knows what he wants me to do, however, he is so respectful of me and tries to not make me feel any pressure. I appreciate that.
I took back the phone and typed "How about Thursday?" I hit send and then slid to phone back across the table.
Poor Derrick will now 'percolate' for five days. I worry that he will hurt himself! I will get back to you all late next week...
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