Just a little fun this morning:

Thanks to Married Exploits I got to take this little quiz before work this morning. It turned out true for me, how about your results?

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Bottom!

The Bottom is happiest sexually when being told what to do. Abandonment of mind and body is what The Bottom believes will push them toward real sexual fulfillment. They seek to prove their commitment to their lovers, often testing their own boundaries to their limits (and beyond). Enduring physical pain to prove how total their dedication is to themselves and their partners is not at all unusual. In fact, it is standard for many. The Bottom functions on a highly emotional level, closely linking the physical with the spiritual and intellectual. Therefore, sex for The Bottom is an all-consuming experience and not undertaken lightly, especially if they are serving more than one Top.

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

All About You:

I made myself a goal yesterday, and I succeeded.

In my 3 years of being with Hubby, I've never once successfully gotten him off without having to fuck. I've kissed him, fondled him, jerked him, blew him but never with anything to show for it. I guess perhaps, this is one reason I am so self concious about playing with him at all these days.

I was determined that yesterday would be the day.

Hubby is sitting on the couch watching TV. I enter the room and playfully crawl onto his lap, straddling him with my legs and my arms draped over his shoulders. Gently laying my head on his shoulder, I give him slow soft kisses up and down his neck. I knew he liked that. Nibbling on his ear from time to time and giving him what we affectionately call a 'cat bath' (Using the tongue to make long slow strokes across the skin). I find my favorite part, a tendon in his neck that love to suck on. I kiss a few times slowly...gently...then I go to make my mark. I sink my teeth into his skin, he squirms and moans. I love it when he lets me know he's enjoying himself. I can feel his dick getting hard through his jeans, I think I was already getting wet myself.

There's too much going on in the living room, we make our way to the bedroom. I strip down to bareness, stretching myself playfully across the bed. He stands there for a moment and just smiles...he has no clue what was coming.

Finally undressed and on the bed, I lie across him. My breast rubbing his chest with every move I make. I continue my teasing for a bit..one side of the neck..then the next. I move a hand to his chest, my fingernails digging into his senstive skin. I slowly move from his neck to his nipples, slowly circling them with my tongue before I begin to suck them too. He squirms again, it's one of his 'spots'. I shower his body with kisses and continue his 'cat bath', paying close attention to his hips and that lovely line where his leg meets his body. I'm sure by now, he's figured out what's coming next.

I move one knee, then the next between his legs. My hands sliding slowly down his chest, my nails leaving traces as they move along. I only use as much pressure as I know he enjoys. My playful yet devious eyes meet his own, then it's time for business.

I can't wait to taste him, I've gotten myself hot in this tease. I'm tempted to just lick him, then fuck him...but that wasn't the challenge. Holding myself together, I slide my tongue over his dick. He lets out a sign of relief. The tease is over.

Gently and carefully I take his dick into my mouth, its skin is soft, hot, and getting harder by the moment. He's driving me crazy and doesn't even know it. Slowly at first, I move my mouth to wrap around his base and slide back up, the tip of my tongue flirting with his peak. My hands sliding up his chest to fondle his nipples as my head moves up and down. I find my coordination lacking. I can't seem to think clearly enough, so my hands move slowly over his skin to reach his 'boys'. They too, need attention after all. I pick up the pace. He's throbbing and I can feel him tense up. I've yet to come to the stage that I can let him get off in my mouth, so I make sure he's slippery enough and proceed to stroke him as best I can with my hand. His back arches.

"Not yet." He says as he holds my hand still.

I'm a bit mystified, he just denied my glory. I won't be refused. I let him settle, but only for a moment. My mouth wraps back around him, with more determination this time. He was going to give me what I was after. My hand and mouth working together, again I can feel him tensing up. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm teasing myself so badly, I want to stop, then crawl on top of him and fuck him 'Oh so good'.

But I don't.

Again, he tries to stop me. I shove his hand away, he knows it won't do any good. He's almost there, almost ready to shower me with his hot...beautiful..liquid love. He's moaning loudly now, I continue sucking and stroking, my god he's hard. Then, the best words of the night:

"Baby, I'm about to cum. I'm about to cum!"

I move my mouth, but continue stroking him as he releases. His juices all over the both of us. I lower my mouth to lick his beautiful hard dick, lapping up just a bit of his wonderful juice. I just wanted a taste of my success.

I get up and get the towel, I put my bathrobe on, say 'Thank you, Sir.' and walk out.

Victory.

Wine: My Friend

Let me start by saying that I am not promoting drinking to anyone underage. I'd hate for anyone to get the wrong idea.

Ah, Wine.

Have you ever had a day where you woke up horny, your mate wasn't around, and you had things to do? Welcome to my yesterday.

I had things to do, but I had nothing on my mind but sex. My husband was at work and I had errands to run. (Like getting a pedicure was really a chore!) I set out towards town and decided to stop to see my husband on the way, he had movies in his truck that I knew were over due to be turned in. He greeted me with a smile and invited me into the office. It's the first time I'd been to his work since he made manager, its a shame that his office has no blinds on the window. We chatted for a few moments, then as I was leaving he uttered some of my favorite words, "Get a bottle of wine." I knew I'd be getting booty (as we playfully call it) when he got home.

Off I went to have my toes done. I sat in the massaging pedicure chair, soaking my feet thinking of nothing else than how good I knew I'd feel later on that night. I don't even believe I sat there long enough for my polish to dry, I was out the door. Toe separators still on my feet, trying to keep my sandals on as I hurried to my car.

I should explain at this point, that while I enjoy sex, I'm still very timid when it comes to certain aspects. I'm not very good at initiating sex, I'm paranoid about myself when it comes to attempting blow jobs, and I normally don't feel comfortable with myself having sex and the sun's still up. Wine, however, lets me enjoy things that I would normally be very self conscious about. I forget that the sun's up and that my husband can see me...ALL of me. I forget my fears of not sucking him right. I forget that I am anything to doubt...I become, as I read in I believe, Dirty.Filthy.Princess' blog, my husband's super whore.
(For anyone looking for great sex stories and advice, click on D.F.P's link. She has some amazing articles/blogs that anyone can enjoy.)

Enter wine here.
I've decided that I'm going to be 'Super whore' by the time my husband comes home. I pull the cork, pour a glass, and continue my reading. (I'd been reading D.F.P's blog since I had woken up. Hot stuff I tell you!) After about my third glass, I realize there's only 30 minutes before hubby is due to walk in.

"Oh No!"

My girl wasn't shaved and I know husband likes her slick. (Gives me an idea for a future blog!) Let me tell you, shaving your puss and trying to get her looking nice after 3 glasses of wine AND only having 30 minutes to do it is definitely a feat to accomplish.

Phone rings, Hubby says he's running late. Says he'll be home in 20 minutes. I'm so horny by this point, I was driving myself mad.

Me: "Well, you'd better get here fast."
Hubby: "Why?"
Me: "I've had 3 quarters a bottle of wine and I'm horny. I'm getting off of the phone with you and going to play with my 'toy' so you'd just better hurry."
Hubby: "...You'd better not finish until I get there. Tease yourself till you can't take it anymore, but don't finish!"
Me: "I'll try!"

So, for the following 20 or so minutes, I lie on my bed with my vibrator, my magnificent new best friend (Future blog idea here as well!). My body twists and arches, but I can't finish. I told my husband I would wait and I was going to try my best. I finally reached the point that I could not, could not take it anymore without having an orgasm so I stopped. (How dreadful, right?) No sooner had I cleaned my vibrator and laid her on a towel (yes, my vibrator is a her.) I hear my husband's truck pull up. He walks in, I'm in my bath robe just smiling like a moron. I point towards the shower and tell him he'd better hurry, that he has no idea how bad I've got it.

I'm sure he was only in the shower for 5 minutes max, but it seemed like an eternity! He returned, nice and clean, wasting no time getting me back into the bedroom. I had planned, to finally use my toy in front of him...that was the plan at least. He lay me back, kissing me all over. His hands rubbing over my body, he noticed my 'surprise' rather quickly. He repositioned himself so that he could reach 'my girl'. Ah, bliss!

I wrapped an arm around his leg, my nails digging into the back of this thigh with each flick of his tongue. I was lost, there was no turning back, complete ecstasy. He introduced the toy into play, but only for a moment. I believe it got in his way, but that was fine by me. He continued to lick and suck, and I...having had my dear friend wine, decided that I should be doing the same. I pulled his leg slightly, he caught my hint. He raised his leg enough for me to slide underneath, his beautiful dick waiting there, I couldn't resist. We stayed in that position until he could no longer focus, he started growling (Oh, I love his growl!) and I knew I was about to get fucked good.

And, I did. *smile* I'm glad to say that I didn't even want my smoke after sex last night, he had completely worn me out. It had to have been one of the best 'sessions' we'd had in months, I couldn't move, I could hardly stand up...and I LOVED it!

So, my lesson I learned last night: Wine helps when you can't do it on your own. You get even better sex when your mate knows you've been aching for him all day. And, if you love oral, a slick puss is your best friend.

Cheers!

Learning to Enjoy:

I come from a very close minded family when it comes to sex. The word was never uttered from my parents, at least not while I was around. When I came 'of age' my mother gave me a book series and told me to read it. Did I do this? Of course not. Flipping through the pages I saw drawn images of female and male anatomy, words I couldn't pronounce, and topics that I had no interest in.

Fast Forward to age 18.

I find myself dating this boy that I swear is the one. We're out and the subject of sex comes up. "You wanna do it?"

I sure as hell did, but I was petrified.

I had not had anyone to talk to about sex, to explain to me how to start or much less how to enjoy it. Needless to say, my first sexual experience was a complete failure.

Fast Forward again, 24.

Thankfully over the years, I've had friends and lovers that helped me along the way. I've been given tips on everything from positions, blow jobs, to toys. I've found that I love sex. Every aspect that you can imagine. I find myself longing for more, I want to experience more. I want to dive into the the realms of sex that are considered taboo still to most.

I've decided to keep this blog to share my experiences and perhaps to gain insight from others. This is my first baby step in learning to be more open talking about sex and my own sexuality. I don't want to feel ashamed for 'being human'. I don't want to feel like its some type of dirty secret anymore! (Though, I guess it will be until someone actually reads this blog, eh?)

Kudos to the women who aren't ashamed of their sexuality.

Kudos to the women who have given me the inspiration.

Kudos to my husband for helping me understand that I shouldn't be ashamed.

Kudos to anyone that has broken out of their shells.

And finally, Kudos to myself for trying to become free.