Happy Thanksgiving!

So far, even though we've only had one day,

Jay and I are having a

VERY, VERY Happy

Thanksgiving!!!

TMI Tuesday

1. From erotica to sex blogs everyone seems to be having intense orgasms. Do you feel like you are experiencing the same intense orgasmic waves everyone talks about?
I am now that I met Jay.  Before that, I had trouble climaxing at all.

2. At the beginning of our sexual lives, we are often let down because it feels like nothing in comparison to what we see in films and magazines. Sexual pleasure is something you learn more about as you get older. How have you learned to cultivate the pleasure that you feel?
Again, I have to give Jay all of the credit -- for telling me every day that I'm beautiful and making me feel sexy, and for demonstrating with me the difference between boys having sex and men making love.

3. In the last 3 years, has your sexual pleasure:
a. waned
b. stayed the same
c. increased, enhanced, improved
INCREASED & ENHANCED & IMPROVED!!!
(See my first two answers)

4. If you are feeling much more sexual pleasure than your lover do you feel the need to make up the deficit or just live in the moment and enjoy what has been given to you?
I'm definitely learning to enjoy. I know Jay will spoil me and satisfy me, and, because he does, I'm going to do everything in my power to please him.

5. How important is it to you for you and your lover to have simultaneous orgasms?
a. not important – never thought about it
b. somewhat important – I think it would be nice to explode at the same time
c. important – that is what I ‘work’ for, cumming at the same time makes everything more intense–my orgasm, my feelings, the entire experience.
I think sometimes it's nice, but if both of us are satisfied, fulfilled and happy in the end, I don't think climaxing together is a must.

Bonus: Do you think that having an orgasm is the same as sexual pleasure? Why or why not?
I used to think so, but that's changed since I met Jay.  He's shown me so many other pleasures sexually; he can do things to me that make me crazy, and then he'll push me beyond that to orgasm. There is definitely a difference.

My Birthday Surprise

I don’t usually make a fuss about my birthday, so I had no plans for any kind of celebration of the event. Jay, however, decided otherwise, and planned a wonderful surprise this weekend while the boys were at their dads’ for Thanksgiving weekend.

I came home to a note on the door to meet him at his place, where there was a fire in the fireplace, gifts waiting on a blanket by the fire, dinner in the oven, a beautiful holiday bouquet of flowers on the dining room table and an evening that was special beyond my wildest dreams.

Despite the attention I typically decline around my birthday, I was absolutely thrilled to be there! He greeted me with a huge hug and a fantastic kiss – long, slow, deep and so passionate that it melted me against the wall just inside the door. He was waiting in only an apron – OMG!!! – and he put me in a hot lavender bubble bath, then dressed me in only one of his white dress shirts.

After dinner, he took me by the hand and led me to the fireplace, where he sat me on a blanket and gave me my gifts. The first was a bottle of my favorite body spray and a matching tube of body lotion. The second was a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings. And, finally, a painting he had done for me of a couple cuddling in bed, perfectly matched to the colors in my bedroom.

Seeing his art and knowing he had taken so much time to surprise me nearly brought me to tears, but he gently cupped my face in his hands and whispered that he had something special in mind for the remainder of the night. I know Jay keeps his word, so that promise aroused not only my curiosity but also triggered my sexual excitement. And that excitement was cranked up a few more notches when he added, “But for it to work well, you will have to agree to do exactly as I ask you, no matter how strange it may seem.”

“Of course, Baby,” I said. “You know I can’t refuse you, especially knowing that you’ve taken so much time and effort to make me feel so special for my birthday.”

“You ARE special, not just on your birthday but every day,” he quickly responded, “and I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life to prove that to you.”

“You’re so swee…” 

He placed a finger to my lips and gave me a mischievous grin.

With that, he began unbuttoning my shirt, and when he finished, he asked me to lay on my stomach and relax by the fire. I saw him reach for the bottle of lotion he had just given me, and I heard the top snap open. Then I felt his strong hands pressing into my neck and shoulders… down my back… to my legs… and finally returning to my ass. He then asked me to roll over… and gave me the same slow, incredible massage across my breasts, stomach, legs… coming within inches of my now hungry pussy.

Combined with the sight of him in nothing but an apron, the massage increased the level of my curiosity and the anticipation of exactly what it was that he had in mind for us for the remainder of the night. I began to wonder if he had even noticed that I was dripping wet… but I didn’t have to wonder long.

After retrieving a pillow from the sofa, he propped my hips up with the pillow and laid down between my legs, giving me another incredible session of oral sex. He started by gently kissing every inch of me… moved on to licking the entire length of my pussy lips and teasing my clit… then moved on to sucking and gently nibbling me until he saw the muscles in my stomach tighten and my heels press into his thighs. He lifted his head just long enough to smile at me, then slipped a finger inside me and returned to massage my clit with his talented mouth and tongue. He didn’t stop until I had climaxed three times, eventually screaming for him to stop when I felt like my body wouldn’t stop convulsing.

“Happy birthday, Baby,” he said with a smile, through my juices glimmering off of his cheeks and chin.

“Oh my god,” I muttered, still trying to catch my breath.

“Relax, Beautiful,” he said, removing his apron and curling up next to me on the blanket by the fire.

I felt his erection against my ass and I tried to reach back and hold it, but Jay took my hand, curled up closer to me and whispered, “No, tonight is all about celebrating you.” I tried to hide the happy tears that followed such a sweet sentiment, but, as always, this incredible man noticed and brushed every tear aside with his fingertips or kisses. “Baby, please don’t cry. I know you’re uncomfortable with all of this attention, but I want you to know – tonight and always – that you deserve nothing less than my very best. So, please relax, enjoy the night, and let me spoil you. Please!?”

I lost it. I know I was smiling ear-to-ear, but I couldn’t stop the tears. I had never heard anything so sweet, nor had I ever felt closer to anyone. Jay, meanwhile, never missed a tear… climbing across me to lay face-to-face and, again, catching every tear with a fingertip or gentle kisses. He was understanding, he was patient… he was, again, my dream come true.

When I finally calmed down, and only after he had dried every tear, he said, “Now, if you’re okay, I have to go get another surprise for you.”

“I’m okay, Baby,” I said. “Than…”

“Shhhh,” he interrupted. “Thank you for opening your amazing heart to me.”

“I love you soooo much,” he added with a kiss. “Be right back.”

As he walked away – now completely naked, so I could see EVERY LOVING INCH OF HIM!!! – I again felt the rising sense of anticipation of what was to come… and, in the few seconds he was gone, my pussy returned to “ready” condition. So, when he returned, I didn’t know if it was my eyes or my legs that were open wider.

Jay returned with a full-length, black silk Victoria’s Secret nightgown, one I had seen and mentioned to him months before, sure he would forget about it. It was absolutely beautiful – full cups to support my breasts, tapered at the hips to show off my ass and slit from toe to waist to show of my legs… all of which he noted aloud as he slipped my final birthday gift on me.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” I told him.

“How could I ever forget?” he asked. “The image of you in this gown was breathtaking when you mentioned it, but that was nothing compared to the sight of you actually in it tonight.”

“Come here,” he said, standing up and offering me his hand.

We walked hand-in-hand across the living room to the entertainment center, where Jay lit several candles and turned on the CD player… and, turning back to face me, asked if I wanted to dance. As my eyes again welled with tears, I nodded… and we danced to several songs, holding each other close, kissing and looking deeply into each others’ eyes… all the while, Jay was exploring every inch of my body through my new silk gown.

When I could no longer take the combination of what his skilful fingers were doing to me, along with his scent, his taste, and the upper echelon of emotions following this mind-boggling evening, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me. He nodded, scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. 

What followed was the most amazing, most romantic oral and love-making session of my life to this point – Jay was patient, tender, complete, adoring AND fulfilling (I think I came 4-5 times, with mini-quakes in between a couple)… And, when we finished, Jay went to the bathroom for a warm towel, cleaned me... put me back in my new silk gown… and curled up against my back, where he stayed, with me in his arms, all night! 

Kissing me goodnight on my neck and shoulders, my magnificent man leaned to my ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, Beautiful!”

It was, indeed!!!

Fingers Crossed!

I'm hoping it's one of these weekends

with Jay!

TMI Tuesday Wednesday

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?

I love -- no, LOVE -- going commando!  As for my best commando story, my fiance, Jay, loves me to go commando as well, so I often do it now when we go out, and several times that's led to a lot of fun in nightclubs, bars or other dimly-lit hangouts (see previous post about Karaoke).

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?

Up to this point in my life, sex had been ho-hum, but Jay has introduced me to the difference between love-making and sex -- and the greatest difference is foreplay.  So, I love it and cannot get enough!  No such thing as too much!

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?

LOVE to give... LOVE to receive... Equally YUMMMMM!!!

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?

One is never enough.  In fact, I'm to the point now where one simply gets me warmed up.  With Jay, I like climaxing again and again and again, until I beg him to stop and allow the muscles in my body some time to relax.

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."

"Oh, hell yes!!!"  Every chance we get, Jay and I start the day off right!

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?

Never had anonymous sex and never had sex with someone I didn't know.

A Morning Tease

I was stirred from my sleep Saturday morning, the sun trying to sneak through the blinds on the window, spots of light hitting my bare body, which was covered with only a thin, white sheet. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was 7 a.m., and Jay was leaning toward me and slipping the sheet off of my chest and exposing my breasts.

"Baby, wake up," he whispered in my ear, gently kissing the back of my neck and shoulders, which he knows drives me crazy.
After a long week of work, I stirred and groaned, rolling further onto my side and chest, as if to say 'leave me alone.'
"C'mon baby,” he said. “We've got a big day ahead of us."

Starting to get impatient, he rolled over, nearly on top of me, wrapped his arms around me, and began to caress my breasts and tease my nipples. I rolled over to face him, squinting and looking into his beautiful brown eyes, and cupped his cheeks in my hands.

"Five more minutes," I pleaded, still trying not to fully open my eyes.

He sighed deeply and rolled onto his back. "You know what?” Jay asked. “You're so difficult to get up in the morning… even if you have a naked man beside you or even on top of you."

He was right, so I knew I couldn’t react to the comment in any way. So I gave in and sat up, pulling the sheet completely off of his long, athletic body. His reaction was obvious – a rock-hard cock was awaiting me! Our eyes met, we both smiled, and I began to crawl down the bed and kneel between his legs.

“Baby, we need to get going if we want to get everything done today,” he said. “You don’t have to do that. I just wanted to wake you with kisses and get your day off to a memorable start.”

I ignored him, and gently began to kiss his chest and abdomen… then I started teasing him by sucking and nibbling on his skin. Slowly moving my mouth closer and closer to his perfect penis, I massaged his muscular thighs, rubbing and squeezing them as my lips worked their way past his belly button.

I stopped, lifted my head, looked up and him and grinned… and I noticed that his expression had changed. His body was now tense, awaiting the conclusion of an early-morning blowjob. He now wanted it to happen. After initially trying to stop me, he now wanted me to suck him and take his load in my throat.

He loves being in my mouth, and I love having him there, but, this morning at least, this was going to be different. He woke me up after a long week, when I wanted to sleep in, and I was going to get revenge.

I moved my hands to Jay’s cock and squeezed gently before stroking it at a pace I know he likes – hard and fast! I study his body and continue jerk him until I see another movement, his back arching and his head rolling back. Smiling to myself, I released my grip, leaned over and swiftly lick around the head of his perfect penis, teasing him as I wrap my mouth around the full length.

He softly moaned with pleasure, and placed his hands on the back of my head. I began to move my head, bobbing up and down at a steady pace… Up and down, up and down... I then put my hand back to work, squeezing a little tighter and sliding it up and down to match the movements of my mouth. I continued to suck Jay’s cock until I tasted his pre-cum… and then I stopped.

"Baby, please don't stop,” he begged. “I'm nearly there."

I smiled at him and began to move back onto my side of the bed, reminding him that we had a big day ahead of us with a lot to do. He was breathless and speechless, his legs still spread, and his cock was still fully erect and wet from my saliva. I rolled off of the bed and walked into the master bathroom, turning to watch him watch my ass as I bent over to turn on the shower.

"Sweetheart, wh-?" he began to plead.

"Get up and let's go,” I responded, cutting him off. “You told me that we could go shopping today, and you woke me up early so we could go, so that's what I expect to do. So let’s go… or else we won't be going into any Victoria's Secrets either."

Within seconds, he was in the shower with me… washing every inch of me, head to toe… rinsing every inch of me… and treating me to a wonderful oral climax as he knelt at my feet.

Needless to say, after a full day of shopping and two wonderful meals out, I made up for my morning tease with two sessions of roadhead on the way home! It was, in the end, a fantastic day for both of us!!!

His Favorite Color

Because Jay surprised me on Wednesday with a wonderful evening,

I decided to do the same for him on Friday,

after he finished broadcasting his high school football game.

I sent the boys away to their dads' for the weekend,

prepared his favorite dinner (spaghetti)...

dressed in his favorite color (Carolina blue)...

and waited on the sofa in my t-shirt and thong.

He was so happy to see me when he got home that we skipped dinner,

took these photos and then made mad, passionate love (like wild animals)!!!

Then we had dinner... and repeated the paragraph above!!!