I Am His!
One of the things I’m learning through this wonderful journey of “submission” is that my adventurous soul lives in every aspect of my daily activities. My job: the fast-paced world of law and courtrooms. My house: A comfy three-bedroom home decorated with a big, flat-screen TV and trendy furniture. My man: incredibly bright and handsome on the outside, yet wildly different from anyone I’ve ever met before… so sure of himself that he challenges my sensuality and pushes my body to extremes I’ve never even dreamed existed.

Until now, my sex life had been safe, old-fashioned and too conservative. That has all changed with HIM! I love his beautiful brown eyes, his wit and his laugh, his lips and kisses, his electric touch, his athletic arms, shoulders and legs… and, my favorite of all of his amazing qualities, the way he treasures me.

I’m most astonished by that because, I guess all of my life, I’ve been self-conscious. I can never get my hair right… my once-perky 36B boobs have lowered with the birth of my two boys… I don’t have a flat belly, nor a sexy ass you’d find toned in an aerobics or spinning class. Jay, however, tells me – and, better yet, shows me – that I am “perfect” from head to toe (literally, head to toe!!!), and every day he gives me a different reason for why he loves me.

So, what’s a girl to do… other than completely give in? From traditional to adventurous and submissive… what a transformation!!! We’ve progressed from flirty friends… to massage and making out… to lovers… to light bondage, spanking and exhibitionism.

Nearly everything Jay has said and done causes ripples of electricity to shiver from my brain down my spine and out to every extremity of my body. My only choice in response is to surrender and invite Him to take ALL of me, which he seems to understand by studying the often unspoken, yet unmistakable communications my body, my mind and my heart express. And when I do surrender – to Him and to my desires – I know I can trust Him and just relax… thoroughly enjoying every adventure with Him!

So satisfying. So pleasurable. So erotic. So much fun. And, SO final… No one has ever made me feel this way and no one else ever will… I AM HIS!

Lingerie & Deepthroat

As stated in my previous post, I left work extra early so that I could relax and prepare for a wonderful evening with my fiancé, Jay. I tidied up around the house a bit, then walked down the sun-lit hallway to our bedroom. I began to disrobe. I put my pearl necklace and matching earrings Jay made me on the dresser, and my work skirt-suit went back in my closet. I then put on the sexy black lace teddy (see below) he had given me, and I painted my nails a deep, pearlescent red… And I’ll admit, it made me wet imagining how my cute little toenails would look in a pair of sheer black, thigh-high stockings later that night.

As I began making dinner and desert, my entire body shivered in anticipation at the simple touch his hands would bring when he walked in the door and I greeted him. My nipples were erect and my clit was aching for his attention. Almost giddy in anticipation, I picked a bottle of Jay’s favorite wine and placed it in the fridge.

My 10-minute makeup routine followed – mostly eyes and lips – and I considered myself the perfect welcome-home slut. A pair of five-inch fuck-me heels completed the look, and I relaxed on the loveseat with a delicious chocolate mixed drink to await his arrival.

About an hour later, although the wait seemed like days, I heard his car pull into the driveway. It was all I could do not to sprint to the door, but I walked slowly – in my heels – and opened the inner wooden door and stood in sight inside the screen door. I could see his beautiful brown eyes sparkle and his world-changing smile as he exited the car and caught his first glimpse of his toy for the evening.

Jay walked in, dropped everything, closed the door behind us, and pinned me to the door and kissed me deeply and passionately. When he pressed even closer to extend the kiss, I noticed that he already had an erection. Apparently, I had done a good job preparing myself… and, knowing that, pleased me beyond words. The whole scene was so hot I could barely contain myself, as my pussy started leaking enough to float a small boat.

When we finally stopped kissing and grinding, I flashed Jay a loving smile, took his hand and led him into the kitchen, where dinner was ready. He was thrilled to see spaghetti (his favorite meal), garlic bread and cheesecake.

“Wow! You look incredible, absolutely gorgeous,” he said. “What did I do to deserve all of this?”

“You love me perfectly,” I said.

Over the next half-hour or so, we continued to flirt and teasingly fed each other.

When dinner was done, Jay scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom… kissing me the entire length of the hallway! From that point on, it was as if this magnificent man of mine was on a mission.

After tying my wrists and ankles to the headboard posts and legs of the bed, he slowly traced the delicate lace pattern of my teddy, remarking often how perfect every inch of my body is. I wanted to grab him, kiss him and thank him for his incredible comments, but I was helpless. I did, however, say thank you, to which he responded, “I’m only being honest. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Hearing that, I closed my eyes and completely gave in to his desires… and my dreams!

After covering every inch of my teddy, Jay turned his attention to my stockings. He massaged my legs gently at first, then pressed deeper into my muscles… which only added to my relaxation and, ultimately, my surrender.

Eventually, his hands found their way to my thighs… and I began to dig my heels into the bed, eagerly anticipating what was about to happen. When Jay noticed the muscles in my legs pressing against the mattress, he chuckled… and popped the snaps on my teddy. My soaked pussy must have been too much for his patience, as he declined his typical finger-teasing time and went straight to work with his incredible mouth and tongue.

After two AMAZING orgasms, I felt his weight lift off of the bed, and I opened my eyes to see him undressing. When he was completely disrobed, he began to untie me, and I asked if he was sure. “Yes, sweetheart,” he replied. “I want to feel every inch of you enjoy me tonight.” Again, I melted at his words… and I came twice more with him deep inside me, digging my nails into his back and shoulders, and locking my ankles together and squeezing him as tightly as I could both times.

When I felt the head of his perfect penis swelling inside me, I whispered that I wanted to “finish the evening my way.” Smiling, he lifted himself off of me, kissed me deeply and passionately, and asked me what I had in mind. That’s when the true slut came out. On this night, I was going to show him who owned that cock!

I stayed on my back, but moved to the center of the bed, and told Jay to position his knees by my shoulders. Then, in one motion, I grabbed his ass with both hands and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I was thankful for our combined natural lubricants, as the initial thrust was so deep and so fast that it kind of caught even me by surprise. However, by the time his thick head reached the back of my throat, my mouth and throat were as wide open as I could get them, and I had my fingernails deep into his lower back, forcing him to give me a much-wanted face-fucking.

"Oh my god, Missy,” Jay said, with a look of shock and amazement in his eyes. “You’re going to make me crazy.”

“Mmmm, hmmm,” I mumbled, never releasing his shaft.

In just a few minutes, his remarkable full lips formed into a sexy 'O' shape, as he blasted his load into the back of my mouth and throat. With that, I began to slow down my self-imposed face pumping, slowly cleaning him of our juices… until he begged me to stop.

Inwardly beaming at my successful job impressing the sexiest man I have ever known, I rolled him onto his back, curled up with my head on his chest… and quickly faded into the night.

The Winery

This weekend was absolutely beautiful in the Shenandoah Valley… Warm days, and cool, breezy nights… a wonderful weekend for wine tours.

I wore my denim shorts with “sparkles” on the back pockets, because I know my fiancé loves seeing my ass in them… and LOVES to see –- and rub –- my legs every time he gets the chance.  And, I wore a pink summer halter top that revealed just enough cleavage to tease beneath a white cotton blouse.  He chuckled as we walked into our final winery of our Saturday trip, as several heads turned as we walked in and found a table.

Our table was near the back corner of the tasting room, close enough to enjoy the sight of the fireplace, but not too close to feel the heat.  As it turned out, we didn’t need additional heat on this day.  After our first glass of wine and a pleasant chat, we decided to dance… until the sweat started to run down my back and between my breasts.  My fiancé noticed right away, inviting me outside for some “cool air.”

Once outside, we found a small, secluded bench between the vines in the vineyard, and we took a seat… my legs draped across lap.  While we sipped another glass of wine and talked, he rubbed my legs and feet.  It was very, very nice… and even more relaxing… unless you consider the excitement that was building between my thighs.

When we returned to the winery, the band was playing one of my fiancé’s favorite country love songs, so we went back to the dance floor, and he took me in his arms.  I tucked my head under his chin and enjoyed hearing his heartbeat so close.  I allowed my hands to explore his back, shoulders and arms… and eventually started to sneak a few squeezes on his athletic ass.

He gently grabbed my hair, tilted my head back, and whispered in my ear, “Keep that up and we won’t be able to stay long.”  I heard him, but didn’t listen, and soon I could feel his erection growing on my hip.  When I looked him in the eyes and grinned, he asked if I wanted to take another walk outside “for some air.”  I nodded and took his hand as the song ended.

This time as he led me out, it was nearly dark, and a bit cooler.  A perfect summer night… which was about to get more perfect!  When we arrived back at our cozy bench between the vines, I caught the heart-warming smile that emanated from his perfectly-kissable lips and the flash of hunger in his beautiful brown eyes.

This time when he took me in his arms, I could feel his fingers exploring every inch of my neck, shoulders and back, which he knows drives me crazy… as he worked his way to my ass, which he lifted and squeezed in an aggressive way that I won’t soon forget.  My back arched and my chin lifted, and he kissed me passionately!!!  While kissing, my fiancé used one hand to unbutton my shorts before sliding both hands inside my shorts, squeezing and parting the cheeks of my ass.  When he began to kiss my neck and moved my blouse so he could kiss my shoulders and chest, I immediately lost myself in the moment.  It was a good thing, because I would have been worried about the somewhat-public scene that was to come.

When I thrust the moist crotch of my shorts against his leg, he looked me in the eyes, chuckled and knelt at my feet… lifting my tank top so he could kiss my breasts and tease my nipples… before removing my shorts, sitting me on the bench, and beginning his magical oral work between my legs.  OMG!!!

It didn’t take long before I was BEGGING him to kiss me to prevent me from screaming… and he did, as he slipped inside me while still kneeling before me.  I counted three incredible orgasms before crashing against his chest, when I felt him explode powerfully inside me.

After we regained our breath –- and our composure –- we returned to the tasting room, quickly paid our tab and headed home… My fiancé fingered my dripping pussy all the way home, and I counted another 3 orgasms before we arrived… and when we did arrive, he led me straight to my bedroom for another wonderful love-making session… and another amazing, toe-curling orgasm.

“I have to work early tomorrow, so I should probably go,” he said after a half-hour or so of cuddling and kissing.  But I pleaded with him to stay, eventually convincing him that I didn’t mind getting up a little early to say goodbye… and, shortly thereafter, I fell fast asleep with my head on his chest.